Welcome to my Second Acts Series!
Today, we have Soul Mate Author Stella Marie Alden sharing her thoughts about change and introducing her debut novel, How to Train Your Knight.
Twenty years ago, I considered my boss’s words carefully, and unlike the woman I am now, I said nothing. But I disagreed fully. I liked change. A lot.
In fact, it’s when things stay the same, that I am most unhappy. But not everything. For example, I’ve been married for many years. But he has changed, too. So, in a way, I am not married to the same man. I have been married to many. The young man who charmed me off my feet, the middle aged man who steadfastly stood arm and arm as we raised our girls, and now, the studious professor who is studying for a master’s degree in nutrition so he will have a new career as he enters retirement.
Our body cells regenerate completely in x days.
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 alter. 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?
Year of our Lord 1276
“By God, drag her down here! Naked if you must! Bread and water from now to eternity if you can’t!” Sir Marcus Blackwell slammed his fist on the well-worn table and the sound echoed back from every direction. Of all the bad luck. Forced into marriage with a foul-mouthed, murderous widow.
He clenched his teeth when the next bout of high-pitched screams and curses exploded from the floor above. Crashes, clanging, and banging followed. He cringed as the Lady Ann’s strident screaming rang throughout the stone manor and probably into the courtyard.
“He can’t steal my lands this easily. He’ll live just long enough to rue this day. I shall never, ever, turn my people over to a blood-thirsty, gold-grabbing beast. I’d rather be cursed to hell. Nay, verily, I’d rather marry the devil himself than see myself married to him.”
Beast? He’d strangle the minstrel who’d taken his sword’s moniker and baptized him with it instead. He was a holy crusader, deserving of respect, not an animal.
Crossing himself while counting to ten, he paced the dark hall lit by a single weak torch. Shadows danced across dark tapestries, beyond a hearth the size of two horses, and over enough tables to feed a small army. Thatch crunched under his boots, releasing a perfume of lavender and grasses. He stopped for a respite of blessed silence. What in God’s creation have I stepped into?
When the mayhem started up again, it was from his first-in-command, Thomas D’Agostine. “The devil take it, watch out. A knife!” A dagger fell upon stone with a metallic clatter.
“Damnation. The bitch nicked me.” The smack of a hand against skin, a female yelp of pain, then the battle paused momentarily.
“Enough!” The king’s command would be obeyed. Certainly, she’d have to understand that. He stood at the foot of the massive stone staircase and waited for the thundering echoes to cease before continuing at a lesser volume. Envisioning the vile creature, he shuddered. It was far too late to retreat now. He’d wanted the land and bedding the ancient hag was part of the bargain. “I said, do her no harm. Gag, bind, and blindfold the wench if you must. For the love of God, she’s, but one woman.”
Stella Marie Alden loves Zumba, yoga, watercolor painting, and fixing up her house.
Her first book, ‘How to Train Your Knight’, won Romance Writers of America coveted Molly and Show me the Sparks Contests, and placed in three others. Truly remarkable, considering she’s only been writing for three years.
Growing up in Vermont, she loved to make up stories. Crayons fought each other over size and placement in their cardboard box and imaginary friends crowded the house. Her brother often complained. “Tell her no one’s here, Mother.”
Her career paths have varied. She’s been a librarian, a classical clarinetist, recording studio engineer, broadcast electronics repairman, and now she architects software programs. She lives in Bergen County, NJ with her life-long hero and their two cats. Her two girls are grown but ever supportive. You go Mom!
Where to find Stella
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Stella, you are a poster child for reinvention. Thanks for sharing your story and good luck with How to Train Your Night. Happy Release Day!
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Thanks for reblogging, Neva 🙂
Hi Joanne, What a tempting post. It is only 7 a.m. but I ordered a copy because the writer is from Vermont. I was born and lived my early years in Vermont. It is a small, sparsely populated state and so to find another writer from Vermont was a lovely surprise. But Vermont rearing is, to put it mildly, firm. I would not dream of peeking into my new read until I have done all my work and that includes the first round edits of my soon to be released novel, No Greater Love. I had to cover my eyes with my linen handkerchief from time to time as I was writing it.
I enjoyed your comments about your husband changing over time. I met my husband when I was 17 and married him when I was 19. Once, I tried to explain to our 5 children that we grew up together.
All best wishes, Eris http://www.erisfield.com
Hi Eris, Hope you enjoy reading Stella’s book. Let me know when No Greater Love is released. I would love to do a spotlight on this blog. Joanne 🙂