I want to tell you about an amazing writer. She’s not like everyone else out there. I really can’t even call her work MM Romance, although we do have our men and they fall in love and there are happy endings! But Elin writes is literature. Beautiful lyrical literature. Her attention to detail and her knowledge of history are mind boggling. You know she works in a castle? Isn’t that incredible? A museum in a castle that is.
When I read something by Elin Gregory I am transported to other worlds and times. I read her words and I can see and smell and even hear where I am. The sound of gulls in the sky, the rocking of the timbers of a ship, the smell of salt in the air from the ocean. She is brilliant.
Sadly she doesn’t get the attention she deserves. Check out the info below on her newest book. Read the excerpt. Decide to be dazzled. Check her out. You won’t regret it!
A Taste of Copper by Elin Gregory
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 Olivier 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.
Word count: 25,900
Cover Art: Meredith Russell
Editor: Erika Orrick
Copyright: Elin Gregory
Maheris shifted his left arm, glancing down at the bandaged wound, testing the range of movement, then closed both fists, white-knuckled, on the arms of his chair. Olivier let out a shaky sigh, part relief and part regret, and sat back on his heels. He rolled the scraps of linen bandage and tucked them back into their box, stowed the needle and thread, then reached for the bowl of bloodied water.
Maheris’s sudden movement made him flinch, the bowl rocking, but the big hand seized his shoulder. “God’s teeth,” Maheris groaned, and Olivier’s apprehension turned to excitement.
Maheris leaned back in his chair, spreading his armoured thighs, and guided Olivier between them. Heart hammering, Olivier stooped to mouth the thick, dark hair thatching Maheris’s chest. He didn’t need to see to untie the points of Maheris’s hose and open the front of his braies.
“Get on with it,” Maheris ordered.
Read the whole of the first chapter here.