Above painting: Louis Jean Francois - Mars and Venus an Allegory of Peace

Thursday, February 2, 2012

St. Brigit of Kildare by Suzanne Barrett

In honor of St. Brigit's day (February 1st) also known as Imbolc, guest blogger, Suzanne Barrett author of Irish inspired romance, has graciously offered History Undressed a fascinating article on St. Bridit of Kildare...

St. Brigit of Kildare
by Suzanne Barrett
St. Brigit of Kildare is the most famous female leader of the early Celtic church, living in Ireland from about 452 to 524, and governing both men and women in her monastery at Kildare.

Nuns are said to have kept an eternal flame burning there that was not extinguished until the Reformation. The custom may have been derived from ancient Druidic practice, since there appears to have been female druids residing at the spot long before Brigit's arrival. Their leader was a high priestess named Brigid or Brighid (pronounced Breed), which means "the exalted one," and she was deity of wisdom, poetry, fire, and hearth. The goddess, like many other Celtic goddesses who appear sometimes in groups of three, was associated with two sisters by the same name--one who was associated with the art of healing, the other with the craft of smithing. These attributes were eventually identified with the saint, whose feast day, February first, came to be celebrated on the same day as the pagan goddess. Edward Sellner, in his book Wisdom of the Celtic Saints, says "it is clear that St. Brigit stands on the boundary between pagan mythology and Christian spirituality."

The saint was called "the Mary of the Gael" and considered during the Middle Ages as the patron saint of travelers and pilgrims. In Ireland she is still prayed to as the guardian of farm animals, of healers, and of midwives. Only a round tower and a restored medieval cathedral are evidence of her presence at Kildare, however, her reputation as a spiritual guide remains. Her gifts of patience, prayerfulness, inclusivity, and compassion were the basis of her spiritual power and ministry.

Fact mingles with fiction and myth when it comes to the deeds of St. Brigit. One fact is that the deeds and myths attributed to the earlier goddess Brigid were subsumed into the cult and person of the saint. Within Scottish tradition, Brigit (both saint and goddess) is associated with the lambing season and the coming of spring. In pagan culture this equates with the ousting of the winter reign of Cailleach Bheur, or the Old Hag who comes with Samhain. At Imbolc (pronounced "IM-bullug" or "IM-bulk" with a guttural "k" on the end), the Old Hag is replaced by the Young Virgin (Brigid).

St. Brigit, in Christian myth, is credited with being the midwife to the Virgin Mary, also to playing the fool by distracting Herod's soldiers from the infant Christ child by wearing a crown of burning candles on her head. This crown of candles is also associated with the Scandinavian St. Lucia, and in some households in Sweden today, the mother of the house serves cakes and coffee to family members wearing a "Lucia crown." There are also aspects of the Yorkshire goddess Brigantia attributed to the Irish saint, particularly in wisdom, water, and pastoral activity.

Brigit was born the daughter of a Christian bondswoman and a pagan chieftain, Dubthach (the Dark One), of County Louth. When Dubthach's wife discovered the slave was pregnant, she threatened to leave and take her dowry if her husband didn't get rid of the slave. Dubthach took the bondswoman to a druid in Faughart, who, according to legend, gave a very angelic prophesy about the unborn child.
An interesting sidelight is that this is said to be the spot of the ford which Cuchulain singlehandedly defended against the forces of Queen Maeve, and a short distance from the pillar stone upon which he tied himself during his last combat so he might die on his feet.

"The offspring of your wife shall serve the offspring of the slave, and the slave shall bring forth a radiant daughter who will shine like the sun among the stars of heaven."

Dubthach sold the slave to a poet because of his wife's jealousy, and the poet then sold the slave to a kindly druid, but not the child in the womb. Brigit was said to have been born on the threshold of the druid's house and washed in a vessel of milk carried by the slave. Further tales tell of special gifts bestowed on the young child.
I found it fascinating that Imbolc, the pagan sabbat occurring on the Feast Day of St. Brigit, has the dual meaning of "in the belly" and "in milk."

On a certain day, Brigit's mother went out to milk the cows, while leaving the young Brigit asleep in her house. Neighbors saw the house on fire and raced over to rescue Brigit. When they got to the house, so the legend goes, the fire disappeared, and they saw it a a sign that the girl was full of the grace of the Holy Spirit.

When Brigit was about ten, she returned of her own accord, to her father and began to give to the poor much of the contents of the kitchen. Then she further irritated her father by insisting on returning to her foster home to help her ailing mother, where she took on her mother's dairy work. A story evolved that when she churned the butter, she sang a song beseeching Mary's Son to grant abundance, and the butter multiplied. So grateful was the druid that he freed Brigit's mother and allowed himself to be baptized.

As she grew to young womanhood, everything she touched increased. She tended sheep, fed the poor, satisfied birds, according to legend. Once when the druid was sleeping, he saw three clerics anoint the young woman with oil. The clerics, angels in disguise, told the druid in his dream that the girl's name was to be Sancta Brigida - Saint Brigit.

Brigit incurred the wrath of her father when she took his sword from his house and gave it to a leper who begged something in God's name. Her furious father took her to the king to sell her, but Brigit's explanation that "the Virgin Mary's Son knows, if I had your power, with all your wealth, and with all your Leinster, I would give them all to the Lord of the Elements." The king told Dubthach: "It is not right for us to deal with this young woman, for her merit before God is higher than ours."

Brigit accompanied several virgins to Bishop Mel to take the veil. She held back so the other young women should be first, but legend states that a "fiery pillar rose from her head to the roof of the church" and the bishop decreed it a sign she should be first. Then the form of ordination for the bishopric was read over her--whether intentional or by miracle--and she became the first female bishop. When challenged by Bishop Mel's assistant, the bishop said the dignity had been given by God, not by him, and it was irreversible. From that day onward, the people of Ireland have given episcopal honor to Brigit's successors.

Many more stories are told of the saints healings, even when she herself was severely wounded. What is known is that Bishop Mel gave her what is now the city of Kildare as lands for a monastery. How she obtained these lands is less clear. One story tells that when the local king refused her request for the land, she told him she would be content with whatever her mantle could cover. When spread, the mantle covered the entire of what was to later be known as the Curragh. At the edge of her grassland, she built a church and convent. The area was probably an ancient Druidic site, as previously mentioned, because the nuns retained the pagan practice of the sacred fire. This fire burned continuously until extinguished in 1220 by Henry de Londres, the Anglo-Norman archbishop of Dublin. Later rekindled, it was finally quenched upon the Dissolution.

Cogitosus, a seventh century biographer, described Brigit's church as being a spacious timber building with a high roof, many windows, and frescoed walls. Hanging linens divided the sanctuary from the rest of the church.

The convent thrived under Brigit's capable and generous leadership, and eventually she invited a bishop to take up residence at Kildare. Under this man, Conleth, a monastery grew, where monks crafted chalices, missal covers, shrines and other beautiful metal objects for religious use. Conleth and Brigit supervised the double monastery as coequals.

Brigit had many admirers in the clergy. Before Finian built his monastery at Clonard, he visited Brigit to learn the art of organizing such an operation. And Brendan the Navigator, returning from his voyage, stopped to visit Brigit. The folk tale tells that she came in from her sheep pasture to welcome him and hung her cloak on a sunbeam to dry.
Coincidentally, pagans speak of the goddess Brigid as having an unusual status as a Sun Goddess Who hangs Her Cloak upon the rays of the Sun.

There are many similarities between Brigit the saint and Brigid the goddess. Brigid is the Goddess of physicians and healing, divination and prophecy. One of her ancient names is Breo-saighead which means fiery arrow. She is associated with the cow (relating to the festival of Imbolc), also with ewes (the lambing season), and milk. Imbolc involves the lighting of fires (Candlemas?), purification with well water (there are many Brigid wells in Ireland today), and the ushering in of the new year (Spring) by a maiden known as the Queen of the Heavens. The Catholic Feast of the Purification of Mary is celebrated at this same time. Brigid is here honored in her capacity as Great Mother.

The goddess Brigid is a triple goddess, replaced by a Trinity. Her role as Mother Goddess was never completely erased and appears throughout her career as a Catholic saint. As St. Brigit, rays of sunlight come from her head, exactly as her goddess role. Themes of milk, fire, sun, and serpents follow the goddess Brigid and the saint Brigit, and both display the attributes of compassion, generosity, hospitality, spinning and weaving, smithwork, healing, and agriculture. Fires are raised in the morning and smoored at night by prayers to St. Brigit.

The Brigit's cross, a crafted cross of rushes, is actually a widdershins, a counterclockwise swastika, a symbol of the sun. It made its way to Ireland in the second century and hangs today in Irish Catholic houses and in Wiccan homes as a symbol of protection.

The early church could not stamp out pagan practices and chose to make Christianity more palatable by combining the Old Ways into Christian tradition. In doing so, they made Brigid's transition from goddess to saint complete. The protective mantle of Mary of the Gael is still invoked against danger. St. Brigit is the secondary saintly protector of Ireland, after Patrick.

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Suzanne Barrett is the author of several articles on writing and Ireland. Following a career in engineering, Suzanne has returned to her first love of writing and literature. Born in Southern California, Suzanne, along with her husband and an elderly cat make their home in the Santa Cruz Mountains. Suzanne is also a jewelry designer, and her wirework is shown at various arts and wine events throughout the county. (Visit her jewelry website at www.bellerustique.com.) In addition, she has an Irish travel website with articles, recipes and an extensive photo gallery. When she's not writing or designing jewelry, Suzanne loves to garden.

First published by Kensington, Suzanne's first novel for Turquoise Morning Press was Late Harvest a Mendocino California wine country story, followed by her two-time Golden Heart finalist book In Love and War, a story set in County Waterford, Ireland. TamingRowan, is set in England's Cumbria district and one borne of her work in aerospace.  Other books include SierraBride, an historical set in Northern California and An Irish Rogue, a contemporary set in her hometown. Suzanne's website is: www.suzannebarrett.com.

Monday, January 30, 2012

Guest Blogger Pete Markovic on Guy Fawkes: History with a Bang!

Today on History Undressed, I'd like to introduce you to a new guest blogger, Pete Markovic! He's written a fascinating piece for us on Guy Fawkes aka Guido Fawkes, a man of the Renaissance era.

 

Guy Fawkes - History with a Bang!

by Pete Markovic

Guy Fawkes
by Cruishank
Guido Fawkes born 13 April 1570, in Stonegate, Yorkshire, England, his short life of 36 years ended on 31 January 1606, at Old Palace Yard, Westminster, England.

Guido Fawkes, became a popular Spanish soldier belonging to a group of outmoded English Catholics, who plotted against the English Government in 1605.

His father Edward Fawkes was a notary of the religious courts. Records show that Guido Fawkes with his wife became the father of a son Thomas on 6 February 1591; it has not been established as accurate as removing the records leaves no evidence that the birth took place.

According to legend, Fawkes left England in 1593 or 1594 for Flanders and became a member of the Spanish army headed by Archduke Albert of Austria, who went on to become the ruler of the Netherlands.

The Gunpowder Plot

The Conspirators - Guy Fawkes is 3rd from the Left
by Crispijn van de Passe
The Gunpowder Plot was an intricately planned attempt blow up the houses of Parliment and to carry out the assassination of King James of England; he failed miserably. The plot to blow up the government building of Westminster might have failed, but his legend is decidedly much in the news, celebrated on November 5 each year in Britain.

The plot to blow up the government building of Westminster might have failed, but his legend is truly much in the news, celebrated on November 5 each year in Britain.

Consequently the perpetrators of the plot where destined to hang. When it came to Guido Fawkes’ turn at the noose, he jumped to his death from the top scaffold saving himself the suffering and humiliation of hanging.

From the Britannia History website about the death of Guido Fawkes:


“Last of all came the famed devil of all, Guy Fawkes made his end upon the gallows and the block, to the great joy of all the beholders that the land ended of so wicked a villainy”.

Sitting amongst his tools and elements of destruction waiting until the time was right.

Guy Fawkes Night



Guy Fawkes Night at Windsor by Paul Sandby
On November 5, 1605, Guy Fawkes, caught in the cellar of the British Houses of Parliament with 36 barrels of gunpowder was consequently tortured and executed.” However, it was a failed execution in that he committed suicide.

Excitement grows, and the pennies collect towards the purchase of fireworks to be taken to the annual gathering and finish off around the bonfire carefully built with a space on the top, for the effigy of Guy Fawkes some even going so far as supplying him with a chair. However, historically, his legend lives on, and the annual burning and celebration of his death and failed attempt to blow up the House of Commons in Westminster.

His death is celebrated with a bright display of colorful fireworks and a burning effigy, and it is uncertain why such a person to be celebrated in such a way. When it all boils down to it, what are they celebrating? Is it the failure of the fire, the attempted assassination, or, the actual object and mystery of it all?

The author


Peter Markovic is a freelance writer and publisher of audio books online. He is passionate about reading and may be found on his book discussion forum

Friday, January 27, 2012

Guest Author Mia Marlowe on Writing Historical Romance

Today I'd like to welcome historical romance author, Mia Marlowe to History Undressed! Today she'll be talking with us about writing historical romance and a bit about her new release (along with Connie Mason), SINS OF THE HIGHLANDER. Leave a comment and two lucky winners will receive a print copy of Ms. Marlowe's new release! (US and Canada only)


Thanks for having me here. Part of why I write historical romance is because it allows me to feed my history addiction. I love the research portion of my job. I always find something surprising, horrifying, or delightful. Today we’re in the horrifying realm because there’s a scene in SINS OF THE HIGHLANDER where my heroine Elspeth is going to be burned as a witch. I have a personal interest in those who were falsely accused of consorting with the devil because my 13th great-grandmother, Sarah Towne Cloyce was imprisoned during the Salem Witch trials. (You can read all about it on my blog:   http://miamarlowe.com/blog/2010/10/a-witch-in-the-woodshed/ )



Unfortunately, when one was accused of witchcraft in the 16th century, there was no such thing as being held innocent till proven guilty. Confessions were often forced with torture. And the tests devised to prove innocence usually resulted in the death of the accused. For example, water was considered a pure element which would reject a wicked soul. So if a bound person was tossed into a pond and floated, they were “rejected” by the water and therefore, proved to be evil. The person who sank and drowned was deemed innocent.  Talk about a no-win scenario.



In Sins of the Highlander, Elspeth Stewart is given a public trial since she’s the daughter of a laird, but she’s found guilty all the same. In the following excerpt, Rob MacLaren has sneaked into his enemy’s stronghold in the hope that he can free her.



Sins of the Highlander excerpt:



              The atmosphere was more suitable to a fair than a burning. Enterprising merchants had set up stalls ringing the bailey to sell foodstuffs and other goods. Children scampered between the stalls, light-fingered urchins lifting a sweetmeat or two. Everyone seemed in high spirits.

               But at the far end of the bailey, Rob saw the stake, already ringed with faggots. A path had been marked with ropes, leading from the stake to the tallest tower at the opposite end of the courtyard. Elspeth would walk that way to her death. His gaze swept up the tower.

A small figure stood at an unshuttered window. A woman. Her long brown hair fluttered in the breeze like a banner. The distance was too great for him to make out her features, but he knew instantly who she was.

               “Oh, God. Elspeth,” he whispered. “Dinna jump, lass.” 

               Drummond had placed her in the tower chamber with that hope in mind, Rob was sure. He held his breath until she stepped away from the window and out of his sight. His relief was short-lived.

               What was one man, or even two, against so many?

               “I thought I could . . . I dinna see what’s to be done,” Rob said, suddenly bone-weary. They’d ridden without stopping except to rest the horses in order to make it here in time. Now he realized what Hamish had probably known all along, but was too good a friend to say.

It was all for naught. There was no help coming from any quarter. All they could do was watch Elspeth die.

But he didn’t have to let her burn. A desperate plan formed in his mind. If Rob could find a longbow and stake out a position with a clear shot, he’d have one chance to put a shaft in Elspeth’s heart before the flames reached her. Then he’d bury his boot knife in his own chest. It would be a small matter.

His heart would already be dead.



Hope you enjoyed that short excerpt. If you’d like to read more of this story, I invite you to click over to my website http://www.miamarlowe.com . While you’re there, be sure to enter my website contest. The drawing for a NEW KINDLE will be held January 30th! I love to connect with readers. You can also find me at http://facebook.com/miamarlowefanpage and http://twitter.com/Mia_Marlowe . Hope to see you in cyberspace!

A question for all of you: What is your favorite time period/setting for historical romances and why?


SINS OF THE HIGHLANDER
BY CONNIE MASON & MIA MARLOWE – IN STORES JANUARY 2012



Abduction

Never had Elspeth Stewart imagined her wedding would be interrupted by a dark-haired stranger  charging in on a black stallion, scooping her into his arms, and carrying her off across the wild Scottish highlands. Pressed against his hard chest and nestled between his trong thighs, she ought to have feared for her life. But her captor silenced all protests with a soul-searing kiss, giving Elspeth a glimpse of the pain behind his passion—a pain only she could ease.



Obsession

“Mad Rob” MacLaren thought stealing his rival’s bride-to-be was the prefect revenge. But Rob never reckoned that this beautiful, innocent lass would awaken the part of him he thought dead and buried with his wife. Against all reason, he longed to introduce the luscious Elspeth to the pleasures of the flesh, to make her his, and only his, forever.



With two clans against them burning for battle, they must find a way to join together—body, breath and soul. Or both will be made to pay for the Sins of the Highlander.



ABOUT THE AUTHORS

Connie Mason is a New York Times bestselling author of more than 50 novels. She was named Storyteller of the Year in 1990 and received a Career Achievement Award from RT Book Reviews in 1994. She currently lives in Florida. Mia Marlowe is a highly acclaimed new voice in romance whose debut novel released in Spring 2011 from Kensington. She lives in Boston, MA. Together, they are working on a new Regency romance series for Sourcebooks Casablanca, the first of which will be in stores in early 2013. For more information, please visit  http://www.conniemason.com/, http://miamarlowe.com/ and follow Mia on Twitter @Mia_Marlowe.


Thursday, January 26, 2012

Historical Romance Review: His Destiny by Diana Cosby

I've been on a historical romance novel kick lately. This week is Highlanders. Today's review is of Diana Cosby's novel, HIS DESTINY, book 4 in the MacGruders series.

ABOUT THE BOOK...


THEIR SECRETS WILL DRAW THEM TOGETHER

As one of England's most capable mercenaries, Emma Astyn can charm an enemy and brandish a knife with unmatched finesse. Assigned to befriend Dubh Duer, an infamous Scottish rebel, she assumes the guise of innocent damsel Christina Moffat to intercept the writ he’s carrying to a traitorous bishop. But as she gains the dark hero’s confidence and realizes they share a tattered past, compassion—and passion—distract her from the task at hand…

BUT THE TRUTH MAY TEAR THEM APART

His legendary slaying of English knights has won him the name Dubh Duer, but Sir Patrik Cleary MacGruder is driven by duty and honor, not heroics. Rescuing Christina from the clutches of several such knights is a matter of obligation for the Scot. But there's something alluring about her fiery spirit, even if he has misgivings about her tragic history. Together, they'll endure a perilous journey of love and betrayal, and a harrowing fight for their lives…

Kensington/Zebra Books
ISBN-13: 9781420109924                       
Released in October, 2011

MY REVIEW...

I have not read any of the three previous books in this series, and I think it was probably important to do so. There were many references to the characters in the previous books, and while the author did give some clue as to their background, I was mainly left in the dark--which wouldn't have been a problem if I had read the others. So my recommendation would be to read the other books first.

I was completely psyched to pick up this book. The heroine--Emma Astyn--is a medieval kick-ass mercenary. I've never read a book where the heroine was a mercenary in this time period, and I love that idea! She did exhibit many mercenary-like moves which were impressive and I was totally rooting for her. Her background was tortured, and I enjoyed watching her grow and change as the book progressed. I did however, expect a bit more from her in the mercenary department. I would have liked to see more ass-kicking, more espionage, especially when she's in the MacGruder castle. The fact that in this time period a female mercenary was rare, she could have completely taken advantage of that, more so than she did.

I also had issues with how quickly they fell for each other. It seemed their love developed mostly from their individual emotional internal conflicts and their physical attraction. To me it felt off that these two things would bind them together rather than really getting to know one another better.

That being said, this was a great fun read. There was a lot of action. A lot of conflict. Some really hot love scenes. I loved how it all tied together, and the premise was unique. The author really tied a lot of the historical current events into the novel--and they played a big part.

I will also give the readers a bit of a hint--and this is not a spoiler--Dubh Duer in this book means "dark hero". This is hinted at in the blurb and in the book, but to some it might not be readily evident.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Special Continuation of LADY SEDUCTRESS'S BALL!

Happy Wednesday!

Today is my day to post at Romancing the Past–Carina Press’s historical author blog.

I’m brining you a special treat in light of Valentine’s Day which is less than three weeks away! Hope you’ll stop by for a chance to reunite with Tristan and Olivia :)

Click here to visit!

Cheers,
Eliza

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Weekly Video... Sort of... A Game Really

This week's video is not really a video, its a game!

You all know what a fan I am of Horrible Histories, well their website has GAMES!!! I played the Gong farmer, and got lots of poo splattered on me head, I did.

So, this week, I want you to play :)

Horrible Histories Gong Farmer Game

Sorry for the time suck, but you will have fun!!!

Cheers,
Eliza

Monday, January 23, 2012

Guest Author Meggan Connors on Divorce and Divorce Ranches in Nevada

Today I'd like to welcome to History Undressed, guest author, Meggan Connors! Today she's here to talk with us about a fascinating topic--divorce. But not your usual run of the mill divorces... Enjoy!

Divorce and Divorce Ranches in Nevada
by Meggan Connors

In the era between 1920 and the early 1960s, divorce was still taboo in much of the country. But in one state—Nevada—divorce was seen as a way to bolster a flagging economy.

               The state of Nevada is known for being a hotbed of sin, a reputation that continues today ("What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas" anyone?). From gambling to prostitution to divorce, it seems as if nothing sacred. Divorce first became popularized in the state in 1920, when Mary Pickford came here in order to obtain her divorce from her first husband, actor Owen Moore. In most of the country, there was a waiting period for divorce. Not so in Nevada, where the only requirement was that one had to be a legal resident. At that time, that meant one had to live within the confines of Nevada for a period of six months.

               In 1931, that rule would change.

               In order to bolster the economy during the Great Depression, the legislature changed the residency requirement—one only had live in Nevada for six weeks in order to be considered a legal resident. That meant after six weeks, one could obtain a divorce. It was in that same year that gambling was officially legalized.

               That's right, both divorce and gambling were viewed as a means to make money.

In most parts of the country, there were only a few reasons why a person could be granted a divorce, but in Nevada, there were nine. The most popular of these reasons was mental cruelty, which had a broad interpretation. For example, mental cruelty could be something as minute as "she talks to me while I'm reading," (The Divorce Seekers: A Photo Memoir of a Nevada Dude Wrangler).  This, coupled with the loose residency requirements, led to Nevada becoming the divorce capital of the world.

               Many people seeking divorce would come to the Reno area and rent apartments or stay in hotels, which was a boost the local economy, as it fueled jobs for full-time residents. At the same time, many people—mostly women—would come out and stay at so-called "divorce" or "dude" ranches. Nevada law only required that one spouse needed to be a legal Nevada resident, and therefore, the men stayed home and worked, while their soon-to-be ex-wives took a long vacation in Reno. In fact, it became so popular to come to Reno to stay in a divorce ranch that an entire lexicon sprang up around it. Women came to get "reno-vated" or to "take the six week cure." 

               And when a woman "went Reno," it meant that she ditched the dress, donned Levis, and flirted, danced, and gambled her way to a quickie divorce.

               So, what did these women do while at the divorce ranch? What was the lure of staying at a divorce ranch rather than a hotel in town? Part of it was that these ranches offered a "frontier" experience. One of the most famous ranches, the Flying M E, located in Washoe Valley, offered a range of activities, from horseback riding to fishing and swimming in the pool. A typical day at the Flying M E might include horseback riding in the morning, followed by a trip into town for a visit with the lawyer, and then cocktails and a communal dinner. Afterwards, guests might go back into town for a night of gambling and drinks. While ranches like the Flying ME catered to their divorcing clientele, they were not strictly for divorcees. Many people, including Hollywood stars, went to the higher-end ranches such as the Flying M E for the exclusivity, privacy, and the western experience they offered.

               On the other end of the spectrum, some divorce ranches offered a more rustic experience, with cabins that had neither running water nor toilets.

               There was a little something for everyone seeking a divorce, with accommodations for every budget.

And given the number of wedding chapels that sprang up in and around Reno, and the ease with which one could obtain a marriage license, if a lady played her cards right, she could leave the state as she was when she arrived—a married woman.

The biggest difference?

The man she was married to.



Back Cover...

When her father loses her in a poker game, Lexie Markland is sent to work in the household of Nicholas Wetherby for one year to pay off the debt. Innocent, but not naïve, she is savvy enough to know she must maintain her distance from this man, who frustrates her with his relentless teasing but whose kisses bring her to her knees. Because although she may be just another conquest to him, it’s not just her heart in jeopardy should she succumb to Nicholas’ considerable charms.

Since his brother's death almost a year before, nothing has held Nicholas’ attention for long—not women, not booze, not even an excellent hand at cards. Nothing, that is, until he meets the woman he won in a drunken night of poker. Intrigued by his prize and her chilly reserve, he makes it his mission to crack Lexie’s cool demeanor. But even as passion explodes between them, the question remains: will Nicholas be able to take the ultimate risk...and gamble on love?


Meggan Connors' debut novel, The Marker, is available through Amazon & Barnes and Noble

Author Bio...

After discovering that her degree in English Literature/Linguistics and German didn't lend itself to gainful employment in her hometown, Meggan Connors decided to pursue a graduate degree in the very practical field of Speech Pathology (she really liked school). However, being an author was always her true calling. She now pens novels of love and loss, of high stakes and risk-takers, and is forever being surprised when her characters decide to take control of "her" book.

Meggan makes her home in the Wild West with her lawman husband, two children, and a menagerie of pets. She is a member of Romance Writers of America and the Sacramento Valley chapter. When she's not writing, she can be found playing with her kids, hiking in the mountains, or reading a book.


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