How to Marry Your Wife

Posted: 23/11/2015 in books
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HOW TO MARRY YOUR
WIFE
BY STELLA MARIE ALDEN
RELEASE DAY NOVEMBER
18TH
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SYNOPSIS:
What foul devilry is this? They told her he was dead. After
six long years without a word, her knight falls onto his knees and sings
poetry. Then he denies their son? Heed this well. She’s no longer an innocent
who’ll giggle and tarry on his every word. The sharp edge of her tongue and
knife is the only welcome he’ll get. She’ll not marry him. Besides, the pain
would be too much to bear should he ever leave again. 
Her attitude is beyond understanding. What voice
did he have? The king commanded and he obeyed. Regardless of her hatred, the
Templar knight weds. This time she will travel with him and he will win back
her favor. It’s a long road from London to Hadrian’s Wall. Evil deeds weave a
plot laced with castles, kidnappings, and missives. Will the treacherous
journey split them asunder forever? Mayhap only in heaven will he rekindle the
passion they once shared. 

 

BUY LINKS:
EXCLUSIVE NEVER SEEN BEFORE EXCERPT:
One thick lock of bronze hair escaped the mass tied to her
head. The length twisted past a full breast, beyond her navel, and just above a
thatch of curly hair. There, he’d almost known her. Would she take him back? She’d haunted every one of his dreams,
followed him like a wraith from London, to France, to Italy, the Holy Lands,
and by God, back again. She would marry him. He’d insist. He cleared his throat
and stepped out into the open on the lowest tier of bricks.
Eyes wide, her mouth dropped open, and she screeched. One
arm covered both breasts and the other hand went low. “Thomas? Is that you?
Haunt me not. Be gone. Damn you.”
He put melody to one of the hundreds of poems he’d composed
as his lower appendage swelled for her. “Merry, Merry. So very ever fair-ye.”
“Good heavenly Father above. Now it sings?” She picked up a
scrubbing brush lying beside a pile of her clothing. Fire from the hearth
reflected red into her stunned eyes. Water sloshed over the edge of the highest
pools onto the surface of the one below it. The lower edge of the middle bath
did the same in perfect counterpoint.
He took a deep breath, jumped up three stairs, and opened
his arms wide. “Nay a ghost, love. I’ve come back for you.”
A small nugget of soap whizzed by and would’ve grazed a
cheek had he not stepped aside. She dropped to her knees with what he thought
was a prayer, jostled in her belongings, and rose with the vicious edge of a dagger.
She hissed and jabbed in his direction. “Nay. Be gone ghost. You can’t be Thomas.
They said you were dead.”
 “They? Who are they, dearest? There’s only I, your
love. I’ve returned.” Three steps more brought him within an arm’s length. He
reached forward with palms up.
 With her un-daggered
hand, she finger-poked him and her gray eyes went wider still. She paled when
she hit solid mail under his tunic and for a moment their eyes locked like
years ago and he was all but undone.

 

MORE FROM STELLA
How to Train Your Knight: A Medieval Romance Novel
ONLY $.99 FREE ON KINDLE UNLIMITED!
Year of our Lord, 1276.
In the hours just before dawn, blasphemous curses echo
throughout the stone manor. A knife clatters to the floor, and a feisty young
widow is bound, blindfolded, and led to the marriage altar. The king couldn’t
possibly have sanctioned this farce of a marriage, could he? After all, she
alone transformed a few mud huts and starving serfs into a flourishing town,
never once hesitating to pay generous taxes to his royal kingdom. Abandon her
beloved people to be ruled by her new husband, an ignorant Templar knight?
Never! the Lady Ann vows.
A murderous witch for a wife? The Beast of Thornhill finds
himself in the middle of either a cruel jest or an evil conspiracy. After
returning from the Holy wars, he accepts bestowment of a small parcel of land
in return for saving King Edward’s life. But the reward comes with a warning
regarding the estate’s mistress. Despite his insatiable attraction to the
black-haired beauty, he allows her time to warm to him while observing her
strange, forward-thinking ways. But when all is on the line, will he stand by
her through the inquisition or will they both hang for her secrets?

 

AUTHOR BIO
& LINKS:
Stella Marie Alden
loves Zumba, yoga, watercolor painting, and fixing up her house.
Growing up in Vermont,
crayons fought over placement in their cardboard box and imaginary friends
crowded the house. Her brother complained. “Tell her no one’s here,
Mother.”.
She’s been a
librarian, a clarinetist, recording engineer, electronics repairman, and now
architects software. She lives in NJ with her life-long hero and two cats. Her
girls are grown but ever supportive. Go Mom!

 

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