The Love Historicals authors are hosting a Valentine’s Day Blog Hop. Here’s how it works.
Write down the name of the hero from the scene that appears below, then follow the link immediately after the scene to the next website and write down the name of that scene’s hero. When you have followed all the links and collected all the heroes' names, head over to the Love Historicals site at http://www.lovehistoricals.com/contests/valentines-day-blog-hop and enter the contest to win a $100 Amazon gift card so that you can load up your Kindle with great historical romance novels.
But wait! You have two chances to win a prize. You can also win a digital or print copy of WHERE THE WILD WIND BLOWS by liking my Facebook page here: http://tinyurl.com/q36h8oz Then, message me on FB and I’ll choose the lucky winner.
Good luck, and good reading!
And to celebrate Valentine's Day here's a little something from me to all the lovers out there.
https://animoto.com/play/rVVcWFZgxMGJks3jm0lL7w
Write down the name of the hero from the scene that appears below, then follow the link immediately after the scene to the next website and write down the name of that scene’s hero. When you have followed all the links and collected all the heroes' names, head over to the Love Historicals site at http://www.lovehistoricals.com/contests/valentines-day-blog-hop and enter the contest to win a $100 Amazon gift card so that you can load up your Kindle with great historical romance novels.
But wait! You have two chances to win a prize. You can also win a digital or print copy of WHERE THE WILD WIND BLOWS by liking my Facebook page here: http://tinyurl.com/q36h8oz Then, message me on FB and I’ll choose the lucky winner.
Good luck, and good reading!
And to celebrate Valentine's Day here's a little something from me to all the lovers out there.
https://animoto.com/play/rVVcWFZgxMGJks3jm0lL7w
Sometimes, it’s not so easy to say “I love you”. Perhaps you’re too shy to utter the words. Or you’re not certain the one you love feels the same way. Or the feeling is new and it scares you. Or maybe, like in the scene below from WHERE THE WILD WIND BLOWS, it’s because the words are spoken in an unfamiliar language.
Katie and Black Moon have overcome many obstacles to their love. Now, only one remains.
***
“What are you thinking?” she asked.
“I was remembering what it was like to hold you like this, before you went away, before the sickness took so many of my people and they were hunted like prey, before the agency at Deer Creek and the soldiers’ iron house. Nothing will ever be the same. The only thing that has not changed is what I feel for you which has only grown stronger since the day I brought you to live among my people.”
Katie moved out of his embrace and turned her body toward him. Looking into his eyes, she said, “I love you and only you.”
“My heart rejoices,” he said. “And I–”
“No,” she cut in. “Not in Lakota. You asked what you could do to make up for what you did. It is this. You can say it in my language.”
Black Moon hesitated. In all his life he had never spoken the white man’s language except to speak her name. The expression on her face, of love and expectation, told him that it was something she needed to hear.
He asked, “How is it said?”
She spoke the words slowly, deliberately. “I love you.”
For several long moments he gazed into the eyes of the woman who had brought him such incredible joy and such deep sorrow, the one he had fought his attraction to as if fighting an enemy. She was the one star in the heavens that Wakan Tanka had singled out only for him.
He brought his hand to her face and caressed her cheek with the back of his finger, and said softly, “I love you.”
***
Katie and Black Moon have overcome many obstacles to their love. Now, only one remains.
***
“What are you thinking?” she asked.
“I was remembering what it was like to hold you like this, before you went away, before the sickness took so many of my people and they were hunted like prey, before the agency at Deer Creek and the soldiers’ iron house. Nothing will ever be the same. The only thing that has not changed is what I feel for you which has only grown stronger since the day I brought you to live among my people.”
Katie moved out of his embrace and turned her body toward him. Looking into his eyes, she said, “I love you and only you.”
“My heart rejoices,” he said. “And I–”
“No,” she cut in. “Not in Lakota. You asked what you could do to make up for what you did. It is this. You can say it in my language.”
Black Moon hesitated. In all his life he had never spoken the white man’s language except to speak her name. The expression on her face, of love and expectation, told him that it was something she needed to hear.
He asked, “How is it said?”
She spoke the words slowly, deliberately. “I love you.”
For several long moments he gazed into the eyes of the woman who had brought him such incredible joy and such deep sorrow, the one he had fought his attraction to as if fighting an enemy. She was the one star in the heavens that Wakan Tanka had singled out only for him.
He brought his hand to her face and caressed her cheek with the back of his finger, and said softly, “I love you.”
***
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