Prepare to Unleash…..THE PATRICIAN!
Posted by Joan Kayse Dec 14 2012, 12:22 am
Greetings, mortals! I am the Goddess Sangria aka the party coordinator for the Bandita known as Joanie. Today, she officially launches her debut novel THE PATRICIAN. (Celestial eyes go dreamy) Those were the days…..
Sangria? Yo, Sangria snap out of it!
(Sangria’s head snaps around as THUNDER rattles the Lair.
Chill, chill, chill Sangria (Yum, chilled Sangria…slurp). She’s right though. Today among my fellow Banditas, beloved BB’s and honored guests, I’m officially launching my book THE PATRICIAN.
For those of you who haven’t heard, it is a historical romance set in Rome, 52 CE. Let’s get this party started with an exclusive excerpt:
Bryna kept her eyes averted from Jared’s hard muscled body as he splashed across the pond. Still, she managed a quick peek, admired his rock hard silhouette as he hoisted himself onto the bank. The raw masculinity of the man was overwhelming, much more potent in the flesh than the specter in her vision. The memory of what her desires had led her to do in her dream brought a heated flush to her cheeks.
But she absolutely would not let him intimidate her. She was the daughter of a chieftain, had survived far worse as a slave. She should be able to handle one bad tempered man.
Swimming to the opposite side of the pond, she left the water, teeth chattering as the night’s light breezes skimmed her wet skin. She hurried toward the spot where she had left her shift, rubbing at the chill bumps covering her arms as she searched for the garment. It was gone.
“Surely you did not expect to dress in those rags?”
Bryna jumped, spun around toward the voice.
Jared moved from the shadow into the full moonlight. Her breath caught in her throat. Wet, black hair curled around his neck, dressed only in a linen loincloth, gold eyes glittering like a predator looking for his next victim, he was all strength and power. And she was naked. With a small yelp, she sought refuge behind the narrow trunk of a tree.
“Go away!” she croaked. Gods, could she sound any more nervous? He turned in her direction. She shivered again, though the wind had nothing to do with it.
“Why are you hiding?” he asked, moving in her direction. His voice was deeper, husky. “For your sake, I hope you’re not planning on running away.”
“Stop where you are!” she shouted, surprised when he did. She did not trust him. Worse, she did not trust herself or her traitorous body. “My decisions are my own now. You have no part in them.”
Jared gave a short disbelieving laugh. “Believe what you will. But we will not part ways until I get what I want—my betrayers in my hands.”
Bryna peeked around the tree just as he took another step in her direction. If only she could tell him what he wanted to know. Then every nerve wouldn’t be on fire. “Don’t come any closer.”
“Bryna,” he said, his tone clear with warning.
She groaned inwardly. “I am not clothed.”
A long moment of silence preceded his amused response. “This I know. Why does that matter?
She nearly choked on her indignation.
When he spoke again, it sounded as though he was just on the opposite side of the tree. “I’ve always heard that garments are considered an inconvenience by most barbarians, even to the point of going into battle clothed in nothing more than blue dye to protect them from mortal blows. So again, I ask—why does it matter?”
She leaned her head against the tree, released an exasperated breath. “Because I am no longer a slave and I will not be put on display.”
Silence. Cautiously, she peered around the trunk of the tree, watched him drape a shift over a nearby rock before moving back into the foliage. “I cannot argue that.”
Astonished at his kindness, she wasted no time. She sprinted from behind the tree, snatched the dress up and hurried back to the cover of the rushes.
When Jared entered the clearing again, he was wearing a dark colored tunic. A leather belt cinched the material in at his narrow waist. He had pulled his hair, still damp from washing, away from his face. Fighting the urge to run, she remained rigidly in place, keeping a wary eye on him as he stopped next to her. He seemed taller, more powerful more confident.
Jared swept her with an appraising eye, bringing another blush to her cheeks with his intent gaze. Nodding as if in approval, he smiled. Darkly handsome before, he was devastating when he smiled.
He reached back and tied his hair into a queue. “The dress fits well enough, but,” One side of his mouth lifted. “I think the moonlight fits you better.”
The gladiators are turned out in their best loincloths and shield sledding is being directed in the back with the Duchesse! There is all manner of drink including Diet Coke, hot chocolate and in salute to my heroine’s people, honey mead. People are sprawled on couches and Suz is leading blind man’s bluff with Sven tagged as “it.” Susan is making pies….:D And Anna? She’s wielding the loincloth bedazzler
An assortment of appetizers are spread out on the living cabana boy tables. Succulent dormice, swan ala KFC, and a garum or fish sauce fondue! ( Don’t ask what you’re dipping IN it….just don’t )
We’ve got some of the guys running to the mountains to bring back snow for Roman ice cream (although I suspect Paolo cheated and stopped at Dairy Queen). Cricket is purring in the cabana boys laps (that’s my girl) and Grayson is scampering up and down the Goddess’ gossamer curtain partitions! (Sends steely glare to Sangria) Stay away from my cat!
Here’s a favorite cookie recipe I make at Christmas. It’s adapted from the famous “
Chocolate Chip Cookies”. (Down, Marcus! Down, Paolo! I know you like to eat the dough….from assorted Banditas…well.)
Joanie’s Cranberry Chocolate Cookies.
1 cup butter, melted
1 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup white sugar
2 tsp. cream of tartar
1 tsp. baking soda
1/2 tsp. salt
2 2/3 cup all purpose flour
1 bag white chocolate chips
1 cup Craisins (dried cranberries)
Combine butter and sugars. Add eggs. Give one quick “smoosh” of spatula. Add dry ingredients. Mix JUST until combined. Add cranberries and chocolate. Roll into balls. Place 2 in. apart on ungreased cookie sheet. Bake at 400 degrees 9-11 min. or until lightly brown. Let cool few min. Remove to rack and finish cooling.
Come celebrate with me! We’ll all don the familiar Roman garment, the toga. How will you decorate your toga.?What appetizer are you bringing?
One lucky commenter will win a download or an autographed print copy of THE PATRICIAN, your choice!
Let the festivities begin!
Mortals! (THUNDER) Do you DARE make the Goddess Sangria angry! Read!
Come back tomorrow, when we’ll give away more prizes, books and gifties leading up to a HUGE GRAND PRIZE of books and goodies on Christmas Day or as Sangria would say, Saturnalia!