Showing posts with label Joyce DiPastena. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Joyce DiPastena. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Wednesday Wonders: COURTING CASSANDRY

Today's Wednesday Wonders features the medieval novel, 
Courting Cassandry by Joyce DiPastena
 
About the Book:


Is it too late for second chances when the girl you loved in your youth comes back into your life?

Gerolt de Warenne became guardian to a child-heiress named Cassandry when he was only nineteen-years old. As he watched her grow into a lovely young woman, he found himself falling in love with her, but Cassandry viewed him as an older brother. So, burying his feelings, he gave permission for her to marry another.

Twenty-four years later Gerolt and Cassandry meet again. With the loss of their respective spouses, Gerolt hopes to finally court Cassandry, but she desires to remain a widow. Instead, they agree to a betrothal of their children.

Matters become complicated as their friendship begins to evolve into the romance Gerolt has always wanted. But by the law of the medieval Church, Cassandry and Gerolt can’t marry if their children do. Can they find a way to be together? Or must they sacrifice their future for the love of their children?

"Courting Cassandry" is a “Hearts in Autumn” romance, medieval romances revolving around heroes and heroines “in the autumn of their years.” Because love isn’t only for the young!

Excerpt:



Cassandry sniffed dismissively. “Boyhood mischief. You grew out of it. Samson did not.”

“I might not have. There was worse ‘mischief’ as I grew older. Gambling and drinking. We had begun to walk a dangerous road together, Sam and I. Do you know what stopped me?”

She shook her head, grappling with the implausible portrait he had drawn.

“You.” Gerolt turned his head to meet her shocked gaze. “Had my father not died and left you in my care, I might have remained as reckless and undisciplined as Sam. But suddenly I was responsible for raising a nine-year-old girl, and I knew I could not do so if I drank away my days in a tavern. You were still grieving for your parents. Even after a year in my father’s wardship, you still carried that lost, lonely look in your eyes. The day after I buried my father, I vowed I would find a way to make you smile, to win your trust, to raise you to be as fine a lady as my mother had been. I did not have a notion how to do any of it, but there was something about you that made me determined to try. It was not easy. I made a great many mistakes.”

“I do not recall a one,” she protested.

He grinned. “You were small, and, as you said yourself, age has dulled your memory.”

She swatted playfully at his shoulder. “It is not that dull.”

He laughed, sending up another scolding from Jenny Wren. He pressed a finger to his lips, signaling silence until the bird settled back down. By then Gerolt had grown sober again. He straightened, folding up his stretched out legs.

“I hoped fatherhood would steady Sam, as caring for you did me. But instead he went off on that wretched crusade.”

“What, so now I was a daughter to you? Or did raising me merely make you feel ancient?”

That brought the twinkle back to his gray eyes, but another expression lurked behind it, something warm but cautious. “And what was I to you? A brother?”

Her breath caught a little. “Yes . . . then.”

The twinkle faded at the little pause between her words, but if anything, his eyes grew brighter. “And now?”

She did not answer, but neither could she pull her gaze away from his. Not until he shifted his position and his face slowly drifted ever so close to her own. Then her lashes brushed against her cheeks as she closed her eyes and waited for his hand to tenderly touch her face, his breath to brush her lips . . .


About Joyce DiPastena:
 
Joyce DiPastena dreamed of green medieval forests while growing up in the dusty copper mining town of Kearny, Arizona. She filled her medieval hunger by reading the books of Thomas B. Costain (where she fell in love with King Henry II of England), and later by attending the University of Arizona where she graduated with a degree in history, specializing in the Middle Ages. The university was also where she completed her first full-length novel…set, of course, in medieval England. Later, her fascination with Henry II led her to expand her research horizons to the far reaches of his “Angevin Empire” in France, which became the setting of her first published novel, Loyalty’s Web (a 2007 Whitney Award Finalist). Joyce is a multi-published, multi-award winning author who specializes in sweet medieval romances heavily spiced with mystery and adventure. She lives with her two cats, Clio and Glinka Rimsky-Korsokov, in Mesa, Arizona.

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Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Wednesday Wonders: THE LADY AND THE MINSTREL

"The Kiss" by Francesco Hayez
Today's Wednesday Wonder features a medieval romance,  The Lady and the Minstrel, by Joyce DiPastina.



A forbidden love and a past they can’t leave behind . . . 

In King John's England, Robert Marcel chafes against the law that holds him bound as a villein on his lord’s manor. He tries to make a daring escape and is nearly caught by his cruel master, but a young girl helps him slip away.

Years pass and Robert takes up trade as a minstrel. Invited to play at a banquet for the notorious Earl of Saxton, he is stunned to come face to face with the girl he’s never forgotten—now Lady Marguerite of Winbourne, betrothed to the earl. Her status as a noblewoman puts her completely out of Robert’s reach, but he knows they are meant to be together. He vows to make her his wife no matter what the cost.

Lady Marguerite has often thought of the young man she helped escape. Her tender feelings for him quickly turn into much more when they are brought back into each other’s lives. She longs to be free to marry Robert, the man she loves, but that will require her to sacrifice all she holds dear

They are tested at every turn by those bent on driving them apart and destroying what they have found together. Can their love truly conquer all?


Author Bio: Joyce DiPastena dreamed of green medieval forests while growing up in the dusty copper mining town of Kearny, Arizona. She filled her medieval hunger by reading the books of Thomas B. Costain (where she fell in love with King Henry II of England), and later by attending the University of Arizona where she graduated with a degree in history, specializing in the Middle Ages. The university was also where she completed her first full-length novel…set, of course, in medieval England. Later, her fascination with Henry II led her to expand her research horizons to the far reaches of his “Angevin Empire” in France, which became the setting of her first published novel, Loyalty’s Web (a 2007 Whitney Award Finalist). Joyce is a multi-published, multi-award winning author who specializes in sweet medieval romances heavily spiced with mystery and adventure. She lives with her two cats, Clio and Glinka Rimsky-Korsokov, in Mesa, Arizona.

Excerpt:

“Why are you here? What do you want?” She wished to chill him again with her dignity, but the questions instead came out barely more than a whisper.

“To see you. To talk with you. To—” His voice snagged as the truth swept the impassive mask from his face. “Oh, heaven forgive me, to kiss you!”

His hand reached out again, then hesitated, hovering just below her chin. Instead of rebuffing him, she felt herself sway towards him ever so slightly. His fingertips, calloused from his lute’s strings, brushed against her cheekbone. Then her cheek cradled gently in his palm and the midnight eyes, no longer veiled, gazed into hers with a longing that took away her breath.

“I have thought of nothing but you since you gazed at me in the village today.” His voice shook slightly as the words spilled out in a rush. “Then when you smiled at me in the hall, I knew I was lost. I cannot hope to court you. I am only a poor minstrel, and you are betrothed to the Earl of Saxton. But one kiss—just one!—I would cherish to the end of my days. Just one, if you will grant it—and then I will be gone.”

Gone? Let him go now, when she had only just found him? Heaven could not be so cruel as to ask her to send him away so soon! If it took a kiss to bind him—

He must have taken her silence as assent, for he pulled her against his chest. He held her firmly, yet so gently that the embrace brought no pain to her back. Marguerite had never been in a man’s arms before. Her heart raced so hard a pleasurable little buzz of dizziness hummed through her mind and body. He did not look like a man who often hesitated to take what he wanted and yet when he bent his head towards hers, he checked himself just short of her lips. It was that instant of uncertainty in him, briefer than a heartbeat, that nudged her leap of faith in his honor and lifted her willing mouth and drifted shut her eyes.

And then she felt his mouth on hers, gentle, warm, strong, yet somehow cautious, as if weighing something in her, as if waiting ...  for what? Outrage on her part? Resistance? Oh, heavens! If Marguerite had felt dizzy before, her senses now swam in earnest, and she wound her arms around his neck and let her body melt against him and kissed him back as if all her future hung on this one moment.


Purchase Links:

Amazon          Barnes & Noble          iBooks            Kobo         Smashwords

Author Links:
 

Website          Author Blog         Medieval Research with Joyce

Facebook          Twitter: @JoyceDiPastina          Pinterest Board for Book