Head over heels……. Of shoes and shoes and shoes.
“she would have
shoes. Silver shoes with pearl encrusted buckles, delicate kidskin slippers
with beribboned points, blue shoes, cream shoes, high throated pumps with
clasps and buckles. While Malice Mallender hated to think she had grown a shade
cynical about such things, shoes were a concept she knew many women would love
and understand.”
Well ladies, come away now. How many of us would not love and understand that concept? When we feel a bit low, when we have been dissed by some man? After thanking my amazing friend, writer of many great books, oh, and doodler, the lovely Elyzabeth M. Valey, for asking me here today, I’m asking how many of us can pass that special pair in the shop window and just let them go…….
My latest heroine
can’t. She actually spends all the money she earns wrecking marriages on
them…after being dissed by her hubby, of
course. You might say she’s head over heels about them.
In one shape or form
shoes have been around for a very long time. This is good news for Malice, as
she ends up with the Vikings. What kind of footwear would she have worn there?
Oh okay…
This is the hero.
She has a hard choice to make here. Wouldn’t you?
Shoes may simply been for protecting our feet but they obviously evolved
into more than that or we’d still be going about with sacks on them.
Hands up, I confess to being deeply into shoes. I think I have about
forty pairs. Just forty? Well, that isn’t counting the boots……
I like to talk about shoes in my books.
To me they shape my heroines. For example Sapphire from Loving Lady
Lazuli wears sturdy boots.
Not only is she ready to bolt at a moment’s
notice, she want s to be off putting to the hero.
Lady Fury, from The Unraveling of Lady
Fury feels defined by shoes in a
different way from Malice. The hero clearly remembers offering to make her walk
the plant in what he regards as her fancy shoes. She is fancy. But they are not
her shoes actually. They are stolen.
Then there’s Kara of His Judas Bride. The hero spends a lot of time fantasizing about her shoes. He thinks they look like this
But she’s another one getting ready to bolt so her shoes are actually like this,
I think the answer to what bit of me is in
my heroines, is simple. SHOES. Now how
important are they to you?
Extract The Viking and the Courtesan.
“Jewels? What do you think I am?
Do you have any idea what I want—”
Pressing his fingers harder against her mouth, he tipped her back on the
mattress. Just when Snotra would be
listening this hissing, spitting troll was going to ruin this.
“I don’t care what you want,” he gritted. “Shoes are what you can have.
And jewels and whatever…”
Actually
tipping her back onto the mattress so her flailing body was underneath him,
wasn’t the smartest, although if Snotra had
crept up the ladder and was staring through the drape, this tussle with the
troll would certainly look convincing. On the surface anyway. He didn’t know
how much muster it would pass if Snotra looked closer. He could and would make
this Saxon she-wolf obey him now.
“Do you understand?”He seized her wrists, dragging them above her head
so she couldn’t move. “You’re in no
position to bargain here. If you can’t moan, I’ll get someone who can.”
She stuck her chin in the air.
“So you say.”
“And they can have the damned dress, the troll toothed shoes too.”
“Viking shoes. Oh fortunate them.”
“Start doing it now.”
“So
Snotra can tear my eyes out?” Her face was set in the blandest lines. “You
know? I think not.”
“Well
I do.”
In 898 AD she wasn’t
just from another land.
Wrecking a marriage is generally no problem for the divorce
obtaining, Lady Malice Mallender. But she faces a dilemma when she’s asked to
ruin her own. Just how businesslike should she remain when the marriage was
never consummated and kissing her husband leads to Sin--a handsome Viking who
wants her for a bed slave in name only?
She came from another
time.
Viking raider Sin Gudrunsson wants one thing. To marry his
childhood sweetheart. Only she’s left him before, so he needs to keep her on
her toes, and a bed slave, in name only, seems just the thing. Until he meets
Malice.
One kiss is all it
takes to flash between two worlds
But when one kiss is no longer enough, which will it be? Regency London? Or Viking Norway? Will Malice
learn what governs the flashes? Can Sin?
Where worlds collide
can love melt the iciest heart?
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BIO Shehanne Moore.
When not cuddling inn signs in her beloved Scottish
mountains alongside Mr Shey, or spending time with her family, Shehanne Moore
writes dark and smexy historical romance, featuring bad boys who need a bad
girl to sort them out. She firmly believes everyone deserves a little love,
forgiveness and a second chance in life.
Shehanne caused general apoplexy when she penned her very
first story, The Hore House Mystery—aged seven. What hasn’t she worked at while
pursuing her dream of becoming a published author?
She also loves playing various musical instruments,
decorating and hearing from readers, not necessarily in that order and is
thrilled to be with Soul Mate Publishing.
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