Tuesday, 23 April 2019

Available for pre-order!

Available for pre-order!

Millie - the first book in a new 4 book series!

Will the events of the past destroy everything she wished for?

#historical #1920s

A brand new series from the author of the Kitty McKenzie series and The Slum Angel. 

The Great War is over, and Millie is ready to leave her loving family home and be a wife to Jeremy who is everything she had hoped for. 


Not long after their wedding, Millie discovers Jeremy is affected by shell shock and moving into his late father’s cold dark estate escalates the problem. Millie tries to help, but Jeremy grows more distant and befriends a homeless, wounded ex-soldier, Monty, who has secrets... 

As Millie’s distrust of Monty grows, a rift is created between her and Jeremy and when he leaves to receive hospital treatment, she is left feeling abandoned. When her family is dealt a terrible loss, it is Millie who must be the strongest. However, just when she feels things couldn’t become worse, she suffers her own heartbreaking tragedy. 
Grieving and alone, Millie wonders if her marriage can ever be mended, but she can’t give up without a fight. 

Will a new home for her and Jeremy in a foreign country be the answer, or will the events of the past destroy everything she wished for? 

Wednesday, 20 March 2019

The Gavington Affair

The Gavington Affair by Jen Black

Melanie Grey endured a bitter marriage which ended in an accident that killed her aged husband and left her facially scarred. Unable to claim her dower rights, she travels north to Northumberland in hope of a quiet life as housekeeper to Lord Jarrow. She soon discovers he has secrets, and her curiosity grows. Unexplained night time activity, and a shooting that almost kills Jarrow - can Melanie deal successfully with these things and make a new life for herself in the country?

Available as both Amazon Kindle and paperback.
(Thoroughly re-edited and a new cover and title in honour of the paperback edition!) It also takes this story into the same "series" as the other three "Affair" titles. Some of them you might know:

The Matfen Affair ~ the bridesmaid and the ghost
The Gybford Affair ~ the heiress and the fortune-hunter
The Craigsmuir Affair  ~ the artist and the thief

Here are the links:

Here is a short excerpt from chapter 1: 

She mounted the shallow flight of steps to the front door, and hesitated. Perhaps prospective housekeepers would be expected to use the rear entrance? Before she could decide, the door opened, and a plump, grey-haired woman in a black gown and white apron greeted her.
“Ye’ll be Miss Grey?”
Melanie swiftly angled her head to the right. “Yes, indeed.”
“Come in, come in. The Master’s away today. Oh, no need to worry, pet,” the woman added, seeing Melanie’s alarm. “He’ll be back tomorrow.”
Melanie stepped onto the scrubbed flagstones of the hall, dropped her portmanteau and looked about her. A vast spray of blue delphiniums and pink roses, with the occasional lupin spiking the mix, perfumed the air. Not a fallen petal lay on the polished mahogany table beneath the vase.
Unthinkingly, she voiced her thought aloud. “The house is well kept.”
“Of course, it is.” The woman glared over her shoulder. “I’ve lavished sweat and tears on this house over the years, and mark my words, young lady, I’ll be back often enough to visit with Miss Penny. If everything is not up to scratch, I’ll be letting ye know.”
Startled by the sharpness of the outburst, Melanie realised the lady must be the resident housekeeper. “You assume I shall be taking the post,” she said mildly. “I have yet to meet or please your master.”
The woman crossed the hall and approached a wide flight of carpeted steps. Melanie followed, looking about her with interest. Several doors opened off the square entrance hall and the dome above fed natural light onto the floor tiles. On a sunny day, it would look magnificent. The housekeeper turned on the bottom stair.
“I’m sure ye’ll do—oh my.” One hand flew to her mouth. “What happened to your face?”
Melanie dipped her head and turned away. “An accident,” she muttered. “I do not like to talk about it.”
“Aye, well, if ye do a good job, the Master probably won’t even notice. It’s not that obvious,” the woman said kindly. “But Miss Penny will, that’s certain.”
With a sinking heart, Melanie forced the words out. “She is the daughter of the house?”
“Eight years old and bright as a button.” The housekeeper’s smile turned her face sweet as a rosy apple. “Come, I’ll show you to your room.”
Melanie followed her up the main flight, and then stopped. “Oh, dear. I’ve forgotten my portmanteau.” Her bag stood forlorn in the middle of the hall.
“Edith will bring it up later. This way, Miss Grey. My name is Rose Dawkins, and as soon as ye’re installed I can stop scrubbing and polishing and put my feet up on my daughter’s fender. Gertrude lives in the village, a little way off. She’s been after me to retire for years, but I couldn’t leave the Master. Not as he was.” She hesitated by a large door. “You didn’t think this was a place where you could order a multitude of servants to your bidding, did you?”
Mrs Dawkins now seemed unable to look Melanie straight in the eye, although a moment ago her gaze had been direct.
“The advertisement spoke of a small staff,” Melanie said. “I am under no illusions, Mrs Dawkins.”

It had been what attracted her to the post. That, and the remote position of the house. The fewer people she had to meet, the better she would like it.

Wednesday, 30 January 2019

A Knight's Choice and Other Romances. Feel-good Reading by Lindsay Townsend

Just in time for Valentine's Day...

A Knight's Choice and Other Romances

Six wonderfully sweet medieval short romances in a single anthology. Perfect feel-good reading!

A Knight’s Choice—Morwenna must marry to satisfy her family’s ambitions. Her choice is one of two brothers, but which?

Midsummer Maid—The romance and magic of Midsummer works for everyone—including a beautiful dairymaid and a less-than-handsome woodsman.

The Philosopher and the Herbalist—A light-hearted Not-Beauty and Not-Beast tale, with a romantic twist.

The Bridal House—Alis is reluctant to marry. Her betrothed presents her a beautiful bridal house that might help her see matters in a happier light.

The Seal of Odin—A dark tale of romance set during the age of the Vikings and early Christianity. Sometimes, love is found where we least expect it.

Ugly Meg—Once pretty, now scarred, Meg lives and works in seclusion in Bath—but other jealous guild members are plotting against her. Will fellow carpenter Matthew Warden come to her aid? If so, what will be his price?

Available from Prairie Rose Publications for pre-order, and free to read with Kindle Unlimited.

Also on Amazon com

Amazon UK 

Amazon Canada

This collection also includes details and an excerpt from my Prairie Rose Publications Romance Novel, Dark Maiden.

I hope you enjoy these!

Lindsay Townsend

Tuesday, 8 January 2019

Can a creature-caller & a storm-bringer ever be together? Romance 99cents/99p

Can a creature-caller and a storm-bringer ever be together?

She is Sarmatia, a bull-leaper and creature-caller, renowned for her uncanny skills with all animals. He is Fearn, a red-haired healer and storm-bringer from the northern Isle of Stones. They meet on the dusty flagstones of a Kretan palace courtyard, where both save a life, and they fall in love. Will fate allow them to be together or will the unknown enemy who hates Sarmatia prevail? 

Free Reading with Kindle Unlimited.
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    Clouds rolled towards Wolfstones and Fearn opened his eyes. 'Move back to the distance of a spear-cast. The Sky God approaches. When he is here, stand in the light of the God, true as a pillar of stone. Release your hands.'
    Fearn dragged on Sarmatia's fingers before he freed her so that she stood closer to him than the others. Sarmatia put her arms down by her sides. She was vaguely aware of Fearn and Laerimmer. Her mouth was dry, but she was not afraid.
    The sky grew darker, a midsummer evening changed into midnight. A spot of water splashed down her cheek and then another. Fearn lifted the axe and smashed the stone head into the earth at his feet. He invoked the Sky God as a storm bringer and thunder cracked. Wind flayed through Sarmatia's hair. The wolf pack howled as the axe fell again. A spill of lightning ran over Wolfstones, bathing the hill in a bluish glare. Fearn was singing, the song lost in the storm. His red hair streamed back, the muscles of his upper arms tightened as he raised the axe right over his head...                  
Lindsay Townsend

Tuesday, 1 January 2019

Apollo's Raven (Curse of Clansmen and Kings) (Volume 1) Book Review - AuthorsReading.com

Apollo's Raven (Curse of Clansmen and Kings) (Volume 1) Book Review - AuthorsReading.com: Book review of Apollo’s Raven by Linnea Tanner is a historical romantic fantasy that takes readers to 24 AD to the Southeast Coast of Britannia, blending magic, romance, and politics into a satisfying tale of one determined Celtic woman who must choose between doing her duty and following her heart

Thursday, 27 December 2018

#BlogaBookScene - Theme"Season's Greetings"Taken from "Sir Conrad and the Christmas Treasure"

At Prairie Rose Publications we have a monthly Blog s Book Scene on various themes. December's is "Season's Greetings" and for this I have a celebration of a winter hunt, in my Medieval Sweet Romance, "Sir Conrad and the Christmas Treasure."

Here's the scene:

He was taller than the hooded man, she was sure, and for that small mercy Maggie was glad. The rest of him, the way his light blue eyes constantly passed over her, the way he bowed to her after the other ladies, the way he nodded to her two protectors, made Maggie suspicious. After his greeting and embrace of Lady Ygraine, his gifting of the partridges to her, he means to make similar courtesies to me, and for what reason? I sense he is not only Conrad’s brother but his ancient rival.
Discomfited, she stepped back, plucking a prickly holly bough off the nearest trestle table to form a barrier between them.
“Going so soon?” He smiled down at her, a trickle of snow melting down his open, handsome face, all boyish good humour and charm. “Is my grim younger brother such a draw?”
“I am with him,” Maggie replied steadily, aware that one of the ladies had rushed to find him a towel, that the others were envious of his attention to her. You can have him, for me.
Richard’s grin did not dim in the slightest. He reached out a hand, as if she was a comfit or other sweet treat, and said in a cozening way, “Shall I hang the bough in a timber crook for you?”
Yes, it would give him great pleasure to seduce me from Conrad.
“My thanks, sir.” Maggie’s fingers tightened on the branch. “But I can climb up easily enough.” 
“She would, too,” said a new voice, and Maggie looked past Richard to smile at Conrad. He limped into the hall, a finger or so shorter than his brother but more sinewed and compelling, his face stark with cold and his dark hair falling like a storm about his shoulders.
“Did you wrestle the deer bare-handed, sir?” she asked, as the damsels pointed and tittered at his ripped trews and muddy, blood-stained tunic.
“Not a clean kill.” Lord William said stiffly as he marched into the hall with the rest of the men. “Steward here finished off the beast, stepped in and stopped it flailing and thrashing.”
“It needed doing,” Conrad replied, bluntly acknowledging the point. From the way he did not look at Richard, and Sir William’s pinched expression, Maggie guessed that his brother had made a mistake in the hunt.
Richard ran, to claim glory that was not his. Conrad stayed. “He loves the show not the substance,” he had said of his brother, and with the deer his warning was made manifest.
Without any conscious design Maggie dropped the holly and reached out to touch his splattered tunic, her fingers spread protectively over his heart. “Is any of this blood yours?” she asked gently. “Are you hurt?”
Not even a little.”
“My lord is a good hunter,” put in Sir David, boasting and loyal, unaware of the tensions of the room. She felt Conrad flinch and understood at once.
His brother will want to do something to bring attention back to him.
“Not when I am here,” Maggie muttered, and in that moment knew what she would do. Light-headed with her own recklessness, she kicked the end of the holly bough aside, launched herself upwards as if rising to the surface from a mill pond, stood on tip-toe and kissed her dishevelled companion.
“My turn to rescue you,” she whispered, as she sank back onto her heels.  He tasted of sweet salt and safety and it was hard to break their embrace.
“Thank you,” he whispered in turn.
“A song!” Richard bellowed, thrusting himself forward again. “Let me give you good folk a lay of our hunt.”
Lord William frowned. “Should that not be Sir Conrad as he brought home the deer?”
“Alas!” Richard gave a glittering smile. “My brother makes a bittern sound sweet! Allow me—”
No I will not. Maggie turned in Conrad’s embrace, faced the high table and breathed out an “O”.  Before Richard could call for a harp or drum, she sang the rest of The Hunt of the Perfect Hind,  pinching Conrad’s arm lightly and unseen so that he would join in the chorus.
Bring the holly, bring the snow,
To hunt the perfect hind, we go.
Their voices, hers clear and sweet, his a dark burr, blended together, lifting the simple tune. By the last verse, Conrad was singing with her and all joined in the refrain.
“You save me again,” he said softly, while the men in the hall applauded and stamped and Richard must join in or look petty.
“I cannot wield a blade but not all rescues are brawn, or protectors men,” she answered, not wanting Conrad to feel in any way obligated to her. I did it so Richard would not triumph, no more than that.
Or so she told herself.
“Indeed they are not! Still, I cannot thank you enough.” Conrad may have said more but a clear horn rang out from the woods and Maggie could make out the steady thunder of hooves.
Please, whoever is coming now, please let Michael be safe with them. Please let Michael be in this company, and happy and whole.
A foolish, forlorn hope, perhaps, but she prayed for it all the same.

Lindsay Townsend