Hi, my name is Elin Gregory and first of all I’d like to thank RainbowGold Reviews for allowing me to take over their blog for a short time.
Secondly I’d like to tell you a little about my latest release, a medievalish, historicalish novella called A Taste of Copper, published by Love Lane Books.
A Taste of Copper concerns the unrequited love of a squire for his knight and the temptation he faces when someone else puts in a bid for his affections. That this new suitor is a despicable archer really puts a bee in the knight’s helmet!
I must admit to having a great affection for the longbow men of the Middle Ages. Archery was the national sport of the UK, in fact it was illegal to play any other kind of game on Sundays, the only day an ordinary working man could count on to do as he pleased. Every boy learned to shoot and by the time he was fifteen or so was expected to be able to handle a full sized war bow. Sometimes he would stay at home and only go to war if he had to, but a talented archer could make very good money by hiring himself out to whoever would pay.
A longbow could shoot an arrow 300 yards, punch straight through mail or leather armour or penetrate plate armour at close range. A very good archer could pop an arrow neatly through the eyeslit of a helmet or into the lightly armoured armpit or groin. For the first time ordinary men had a weapon that gave them equality with the heavily armoured knights and men at arms. This made them powerful and they were both feared and despised by the nobles they could now kill from a distance. If the knights drew near the archers hid behind ranks of slanting sharpened stakes that horses couldn’t get through and poked the knights out of the saddle with long poles tipped with sharp blades, then battered them with mallets wrapped in lead. This was not gentlemanly conduct! But it was very effective and gave those archers a swaggering confidence that was hard to ignore.
So what’s a poor squire to do, torn between two equally attractive men, one of whom is well loved but grumpy as heck while the other might be gorgeous but is definitely from the wrong side off the tracks? What would you do?
Connect with Elin
Elin Gregory lives in South Wales and works in a museum in a castle built on the edge of a Roman fort! She reckons that’s a pretty cool job. It certainly provides more than enough inspiration for her writing.
“The button from a military jacket found in an orchard, a 16th century Venetian coin found between the cobbles of a Welsh street, a carnelian from a Roman signet ring – one can’t handle them without wondering who lost them, how much they regretted it and what kind of disaster was sparked off by the loss.”
Although Elin usually writes on historical subjects, she has also written contemporary and historical paranormals, science fiction, crime and a Western, none of which have, as yet, been published. She likes her heroes hard as nails but capable of tenderness when circumstances allow.
Elin Gregory – A Taste Of Copper
Published date 26 September, by Love Lane Books. More information, buy links, reviews, and excerpts can be found here: Love Lane Books .
Cover Art by: Meredith Russell
Your master has the field for today, but his name, whatever it might be, is without honour.
Olivier the squire worships the Black Knight and takes a fierce joy in his prowess as he defends a bridge against all comers. Olivier only wishes that his master loved him as much in return instead of treating him as a servant and occasional plaything.
Then word comes that the King desires to cross the bridge. With an army approaching, a bright eyed archer enticing him to desert and the first cracks beginning to show in the Black Knight’s gruff demeanour, Olivier is left wondering if his honour is worth more than a chance for happiness.
Maheris was still breathing sharply, his broad chest lifting, belly hollowing with each breath. Olivier eyed him, admiring the smooth lines of his collarbones, the swell of muscle shaded by dark hair, the vulnerable pink of his nipples, but Olivier’s wistful lust was augmented by a little flutter of apprehension. The fight had been won, but only by Reihershof’s withdrawal; he hadn’t been beaten into surrender. The frustration of this was often more than Maheris could bear. At times his temper, often seething, would boil over into rage. He would reject Olivier’s care with cuffs and curses, and send him fleeing. But sometimes his mood demanded another form of release. The unpredictability that brought him glory on the battlefield made him a hard taskmaster. Maheris’s expression gave Olivier no clues, and his apprehension grew as he wavered between getting out of reach and leaning close.
I would like to give a great big Thank You to Elin Gregory and RJ Scott with Love Lane Books for letting us take place in this blog tour.