Heart of War
Lady & Knight Chronicles Series #1
By- C.L. Foster & E.R. Rada
Expected Publication Date- June 6th, 2014
Genre- Historical
Romance
Blurb-
The Hundred Years War rages around Adalira Mortimer's life
and country, but she is not what is expected of a Lady; instead of dresses and
tea, she dreams about weapons and war.
Bastian Kyros is not typical royalty. Being a warrior is in
his blood, not paperwork and peace-keeping.
Tradition drives their families. She is expected to don her
manners and win a worthy husband, and he is expected to drop his sword and do
what's right for the sake of his family's name, land, and future.
Their chance meeting at the party of the season may offer
them both the chance to find what they desire. Brought together by their
longing for battle, their greatest fight may be in winning over their families
and conquering their own pride.
A lull in battle does not mean there is peace. The greatest
of wars are fought in the heart.
She spun around
and shoved the masked man standing behind her. "I beg your pardon, sir,
but you are far too close to my person."
"Not nearly
as close as I'd like to be," he responded in the same hushed, husky tone
while taking a step closer to her to compensate for the shove. "You
definitely do not hit like a woman. I love that about you."
Beneath his royal
blue and gold ribbon embellished mask, she saw a familiar smirk. "I don't
speak with men I don't know in dark corners of fancy parties. So if you will
excuse me -"
"Very well,
then speak to me in the center of a very well-lit dance floor," he said as
he took her hand and dragged her toward the other dancers. His perfectly
tailored royal tunic and gold pants matched his mask beautifully and made his
body look as if it were carved from a marble slab.
She pulled her
hand away from his and stepped back toward the column. "Normally, I would
agree, since you asked so nicely, but I've come down with a terrible headache
just this instant." Her sarcasm and tone were unmistakable.
He stepped closer
to her than before. If she looked up even a fraction of an inch, his lips would
meet hers. "Do you not know how to dance or are you just scared to dance
with me?"
"Sir, I
don't even know you and have no interest in dancing with you." She turned
her head to ignore his blatant challenge.
He clutched his
chest softly as he took a small step back. "You wound me, miss. And I was
thinking that you would accept any challenge after how you fought the other
day." He tilted the mask down slightly so she could see his face. "Or
are you afraid of me outside the training field?"
"Ezra?"
She stepped forward and punched him in the shoulder. "I thought you were a
man."
His chuckle
filled the corner they hid in. "I am a man, miss. I can show you if you
like." The lecherous glimmer in his eyes warned her not to accept his very
real offer.
"No, I
meant, I thought you were some stranger attempting to woo the Prince's
daughter." She flipped her hand indifferently at the mass of people
flitting around the room.
"Ah, yes.
Well, I am a stranger for now and I am trying to woo the Prince's daughter, so
you weren't wrong." His smile was broad and beautiful.
She rolled her
eyes at him. "You have been properly warned by my father."
"I've still
not unsheathed anything in your presence, miss. He has no need to worry… yet.
Also, I was simply asking you to dance. Unless you have other activities we can
accomplish in this dark corner? In that case, I am happy to keep you
company."
"Oh dear,
wipe that silly grin off of your face. I have no activities I am interested in
doing with you at this, or any other, time."
"I can get
you out of that very incredible dress and toss you a sword. Would that make you
feel better?"
"Yes. Well,
no. Not now." She sputtered through her answers. A fight was preferable,
if she had a choice, but she promised her parents that she would be social at
the party. "Fine. I will dance with you once so that my parents see me
being social. Keep your hands to yourself. Don't make me injure you."
"I wouldn't
dream of it, miss." He bowed slightly to her and took her hand to lead her
to the dance floor properly this time.
About the Authors-
C.L. Foster-
CL is eclectic, geeky, positive, nature-loving and
completely non-"normal" (just the way she likes to be). She has been
a fan of literature since she was a small child and finally decided to take her
dreams (both waking and sleeping!) and do something positive with them.
CL has lived all over the world and has a Bachelor's degree
in Criminal Justice, minoring in Psychology and Forensics. Which means you
don't want to cross her because she knows how and where to hide a body so it's
never found! She proudly admits to hearing voices in her head, but at times,
her characters' impromptu visits can be rude and annoying. Thankfully, she has
adequate patience for their shenanigans and can out ninja them any day of the
week.
CL's voice is boisterous, sassy, and not finished yet! Stay
tuned!
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E.R. Rada-
E.R. Rada is a NY native who's mind is in a constant battle
with reality and fiction. He's been penning his tales while expressing his
inner most demons and heartfelt wishes since he was able to rhyme.
Poetry and fantasy are his weapons of choice as his
inner-most wish to be a dragon-riding, sword-wielding warrior has yet to come
to fruition. E.R. knows there is no time limit on greatness, so he continues to
float on his constant state of flux; learning, growing, and improving as time
goes on.
E.R. is a battle worn soldier who will quickly compare
apples and oranges, simply because he's told he can't. Never one to conform, he
embraces his nerdy/geek tendencies and is well known for creating new and
interesting ways to do things (see: stubborn/the hard way). In doing things his
own way, he has earned his way through life with plenty of battle scars,
knowledge, and memories.
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