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About the author:
I grew up in a very small town, about 200 people. I spent my days in the lake swimming and thinking of stories. I enjoy camping, hiking, swimming, drawing and writing. I began to write in middle school though I had to put it aside for many years due to family obligations. My first husband was ill and I had to spend a lot of time taking care of him and working several jobs in order to support the family. When he passed away I lost myself in my writing. I now have one novel published and several more on the way to the publisher.
What inspired you to write your book?
I love doing research and my favorite place to research is England. I love the pageantry and romance to the brave and noble knights, who may slip up from time to time.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Excerpt from The Dark Lady
Peter watched her walk away, head high and determined. He was about to go after her, despite her objections when she placed two fingers into her mouth. The deafening whistle that issued forth stopped him in his tracks.
He registered the answering scream of a horse from the stables and the crash of wood that could only have been the stall gate. Not looking back at the screams of the stable hands, he kept his eyes glued to the tall woman as she grasped the hole where he now knew her dagger was kept.
Vanessa grasped the material and pulled. Peter heard the long tear as the skirt fell open completely on the side, baring her leg from thigh to ankle. During it all, she never broke her stride.
Peter called out as her huge destrier thundered past him, screamed for her to watch out. Beast began to slow until Vanessa whistled again. He regained his speed, tearing straight for her. Peter’s breath caught in his throat as he knew he would not be able to save her.
She reached out a long arm, gripping the coarse waving mane as the animal thundered past, and smoothly swung herself onto his massive back.
Peter felt a jolt of fear as she wobbled slightly on the racing stallion, one creamy white leg glistening in the dim sunlight. Shadows played off the thick muscles as they rippled in her effort to stay on the unsaddled mount.
The men all stood with their mouths agape as their Lady rode toward the wall. For once Peter did not feel a twinge of jealousy. He fully understood their awe.
Vanessa leaned forward and ducked her head as if to avoid the wind. Her stallion rode straight for the wall. He did not slow or turn and then, to Peter’s horror, he was too close to change course.
“She would not.” Peter did not even realize he had spoken aloud until he felt a small hand on his. He looked down to see Amy’s smile.
“Milord, she would, but she will be all right.” She spoke with confidence.
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