Thursday, February 16, 2012

An Interview with Kelli Wilkins

Please join me in welcoming Kelli Wilkins as she shares with us a little about her writing, what type of superpowers she’d like to have, and which Hollywood hunks she finds attractive.

Be sure to check out the excerpt from her book Four Days with Jack after the interview.

INTERVIEW QUESTIONS:
1) Links to website and list of books with purchase links.
My website is the best place to find all of my writings. All the stories and books in the different genres (horror, romance, non-fiction, and anthologies) are there. The site contains summaries, reviews, and excerpts from my Amber Quill Press romances; descriptions of my non-fiction books; and teasers from my short stories. Readers can purchase all of my writings from links directly on my site.

Here’s a list of my books with links of all my Amber Quill Press romances:

I’m also on the web here:
Twitter @KWilkinsauthor

2) How long have you been writing? What got you in to writing?
I started writing short stories in high school. After college, I took a Commercial Writers Program and read some of my stories in class. At the time, I was writing short horror fiction. Everyone liked the stories and encouraged me to submit them for publication. One day I read a short romance in a magazine and said “I can write that.” So I did. A few months later, I sold my first “10-Minute Love Story” to the Sun – and from there I was hooked.

My erotic romance writing career began with a contest. Amber Quill Press was running a contest to find authors. I submitted three romance novellas, and they contracted me for all three! At the time, I was writing “traditional” (aka not-so-spicy) romances, but I had never written an erotic romance. In keeping with my knack for writing in different genres, I submitted stories in three different romance categories. A Most Unusual Princess is a fantasy, The Dark Lord is a gothic historical, and The Sexy Stranger is a contemporary.

After these novellas were released, I kept writing erotic romances. A Most Unusual Princess spawned two sequels, Dalton’s Temptation and The Pauper Prince. Although I’m drawn to historical/fantasy settings, if I get a great idea for a story I’ll go with it, regardless of the genre. To date, I’ve had 13 erotic romances published with Amber Quill Press.

3) What was your first published book? Looking back, is there anything you’d change about it?

A Most Unusual Princess was my first book with Amber Quill Press. It was a winner in the 2005 Amber Heat Wave contest. Looking back, I’d probably make minor edits and revise a few paragraphs here and there. After you’ve had something published and read it later on, you always find something you’d like to change. This book is the first in a trilogy that continues with Dalton’s Temptation and The Pauper Prince. 

4) What or who has influenced your writing?
This may sound strange coming from a romance author, but Stephen King is my favorite author. I started out reading his short stories (at a young age) and they showed me how to craft a story, use details and descriptions, and give a story a voice. I think his On Writing book is a great way for anyone to get inside the mind of a writer and see how the process unfolds.

5) Where do you get your ideas?
Ideas are everywhere; you just need to find them. I tend to be a bit nosy and I like to explore, so I come up with ideas just by noticing my surroundings and observing what’s going on around me. I also have a vivid imagination, which helps give me ideas. Once in a while, a story idea or character will come to me out of nowhere. Sometimes I take two ideas and combine them into one, or I take an idea and ask myself “what if” to invent new scenarios and plotlines. My two paranormal romances, Confessions of a Vampire’s Lover and Beauty & the Bigfoot started out as “what if?” plots.

Confessions of a Vampire’s Lover came about because I had a “what if” idea: What if a vampire went to the beach and fell in love?

Beauty & the Bigfoot was inspired by a wacky “what if” idea that popped into my head: “What if a girl fell in love with a Sasquatch?” The more I thought about it, the more the story unfolded.

I have entire folders of ideas just waiting to be developed. I find ideas everywhere – while driving, watching people at the store, from overheard conversations… usually something catches my attention and I let my mind wander, to see where the ideas take me.

Sometimes when I’m mulling over ideas or trying to think of plotlines, I’ll play the ‘what if’ game and ask myself, “what if….” And see what I come up with. (One of my science fiction stories recently appeared in an anthology entitled What If… so I think it’s a useful phrase!

6) What hinders your writing? (distractions? noise?)
Finding enough time to write is my biggest challenge. I work a full-time job and have limited time to write/revise after work and on weekends. I try to put in an hour each day, or schedule out a block of 2-3 hours every few days tow write. I have more ideas for stories than I have tie to write them!

I try to write when nobody else is around, or I go into my office and close the door. My husband has his own hobbies, so we give each other time to pursue our own interests. Usually my only interruption is the phone - for some reason people know when I’m trying to write and like to call then.

7) What genre are you most comfortable with? What would you like to explore?
I write in almost every romance genre: historical, fantasy, paranormal, gay, and contemporary. So I’m pretty comfortable switching genres as the characters and plots dictate.

I like reading mysteries, but I’ve never written a full-fledged mystery story. I’m working on a historical romance with mystery elements now, so I guess we’ll see how that goes!

8) Are you a by-the-seat-of-your-pants kind of writer, or do you have to use an outline to put your collective thoughts into some semblance of common sense?
Before I start a book, I think about the story and get that settled away. I need to know who the characters are and what’s going to happen. After that, I make a list of scenes and start writing. As I write, I allow myself some leeway to explore things I hadn’t considered in my outline/list. Sometimes I add entire scenes or I write scenes that are later omitted. I tend to go where the story takes me. You never know when the characters are going to go “off page” and take the story in places you didn’t imagine. That makes the writing fun!

I thought I knew all about my characters before I started writing The Pauper Prince and A Midsummer Night’s Delights – but I was wrong! One thing I learned while writing those stories was that characters can surprise you and take the story in a different direction. I outline my books and stories before I start writing them, so I was surprised to discover a different (bisexual) side to Prince Allan (The Pauper Prince) and Julian (A Midsummer Night’s Delights). Another thing I learned was that I had to turn off my “internal editor” when it came to writing some of the more detailed same-gender love scenes in each book.

9) Which of your books is your favorite? Why?
I really fell in love with Elara and Dalton from A Most Unusual Princess. I liked them so much that I created a trilogy around them. A Most Unusual Princess led to Dalton’s Temptation. That book introduced readers to Prince Allan, and he got his own book, The Pauper Prince. Once I finished all of their stories I was able to let them go “live their lives” and focus on different characters.

I like all of my books and I fall in love with all the characters as I’m writing – otherwise, I couldn’t do it! I do like Curtis from Trust with Hearts, and I was fond of Tara’s wacky humor in Beauty & the Bigfoot. I think the book I’m writing at the moment (whenever that moment is) is my favorite, because I’m putting all my energy into it.

Since I write in different genres, I have favorites in each. In the fantasy genre, I’m particularly fond of my trilogy A Most Unusual Princess, Dalton’s Temptation, The Pauper Prince. In paranormal, Beauty & the Bigfoot (it’s a comedy), and contemporary, it’s a tie between Trust with Hearts and A Perfect Match.

10) Do you incorporate some of yourself into your characters? Personality traits? Likes? Dislikes?
Some of my own personality comes across in my stories, but mostly through an odd or amusing sense of humor. I really let my “voice” come out in Beauty & the Bigfoot. The strange characters, odd manners of speaking, and off-the-wall events are a good example of my sense of humor.

The subplot of adopting shelter cats in Trust with Hearts stemmed from my lifelong love of cats and the desire to help all homeless cats get loving homes. And the plot of A Perfect Match (my wrestling romance) came from some personal experiences I had with real-life wrestlers.

11) What do you think is the perfect hero/heroine? Why?
I think readers want realistic heroes and heroines. The characters should be attractive and interesting, but they also need to be “real” people, not one-dimensional clichés of “perfect” people with no flaws and no room for growth or improvement. Characters need to be fleshed out enough so they have pasts, quirks, hobbies, goals, and dreams that take them beyond the current romance and the situations they’re in during the story. Their lives didn’t start the day the romance began; they existed long before that, just like regular people.

I try to blend enough realism into my characters so that they have good traits and bad traits like everyone. Curtis from Trust with Hearts was reluctant to open up about his past, and Sherri was getting over a bad breakup which made her act jealous and insecure – so when the characters interacted, they both were bringing some “baggage” into the relationship.

12) What is your latest release? Please share the blurb and purchase info with us.
My latest Amber Quill Press romance is called Four Days with Jack. It’s my thirteenth romance, but my first gay romance. This contemporary story takes place at a tropical resort and explores the budding relationship of two best friends. Here’s the full plot summary and link:


When David invited his best friend along on vacation, he never expected them to fall in love…

Spending four days in a tropical paradise with Jack is a dream come true. For years, David lived a lie and denied his attraction to Jack. Now that they’re together in an isolated Caribbean resort, he finally sheds his denial and admits what he really wants—to be Jack’s lover.

Jack is more than willing to introduce David to the life he has always fantasized about. Their sizzling nighttime encounters confirm David’s long-hidden desires. But what will happen when they leave the resort? Will David sacrifice everything to start a new life with Jack? Or will he go back to his old ways and risk losing the best friend he ever had?


13) What do you have in the works?
I’m currently revising a paranormal gay romance and editing an erotic historical/mystery. (Neither book has a title yet!) After that, I hope to start work on another paranormal. In August, Medallion Press will be publishing my full-length historical/paranormal romance, The Witch & the Warrior.

14) Do you have any suggestions/comments for prospective authors?
I’d advise new writers to take writing classes (either online or in person) and learn all you can about crafting a story. Telling a story is the main focus of being a writer. You have to be able to think of an idea and write/revise a good story before you can do anything else. Reading “how-to” writing magazines and joining critique groups are also excellent ways to learn techniques. It helps to have a critique group or work with other writers to get feedback. And you need to be open to receive honest opinions about your work.

You have to be ready, willing and able to actually sit down and actually do the work of writing and revising the story. Stories don’t write themselves, and writing is harder than most people think. A lot of people tell me they want to write a book “someday” but they always have a long list of excuses why they can’t or don’t want to actually write it now.

Writers (or prospective writers) also need a basic understanding of how the business of publishing works. One person told me that he wasn’t going to “bother” writing his story until he had a publisher interested in buying it. And since he wasn’t sure how many pages it should be, he couldn’t start it. (!) Despite my advice to “just write the story first” he couldn’t (or wouldn’t) commit to writing the first scene.


JUST FOR FUN:
1) If you could be an animal, what would it be? Why?
It would definitely be a cat—either a housecat or a tiger! Cats have a lot of power and grace, plus they’re incredibly smart.

2) If you had super powers, what would they be? Why?
I’d like to be able to teleport from one place to another. It would make traveling easier and a lot faster. Want to be in London? Snap your fingers and you’re instantly there!

3) If you could change three things in the world, what would they be? Why?
I’d love it if all the orphan and/or homeless cats in the world were adopted into loving homes. I’d also like to see people take better care of the planet, to respect the earth and every living thing on it. And nobody anywhere should go to bed hungry.

4) What would be a perfect date for you?
A perfect date for me is going out to dinner with my husband, then either seeing a movie or watching one at home.

5) Is there anywhere you’d like to visit? Why?
I’ve been to a lot of places. I’d love to go to Easter Island and see the Moai up close and in person. And I’d also love to tour castles in Wales. (Having the ability to teleport to these places instantly would help!) I like visiting old, historical places that are surrounded in mystery.

6) Do you have a crush on any actor?
Sure do! They’re not so much “crushes” – it’s more like “hey, he’s cute!” I was a big fan of Josh Holloway (LOST). I also adore British actors John Barrowman (Torchwood) and David Tennant (Dr. Who). And then there’s Jensen Ackles from Supernatural….

Thanks for the opportunity to share my thoughts with everyone. I welcome feedback and comments from readers. The News page of my site has a ‘contact the author’ form where readers can email me. I also would like to invite everyone to check out my blog –I’m always open to suggestions for topics. If there’s a writing subject or book readers would like me to discuss, just left me know.

Happy Reading!
Kelli A. Wilkins


Four Days with Jack – What Will People Think?
By Kelli A. Wilkins, Amber Quill Press Author


Hi everyone,


I’m an author with Amber Quill Press and I’ve written contemporaries, historical/fantasies, and paranormals of varying heat levels. Some books are scorching-hot and include storylines with multiple same-sex partners (A Midsummer Night’s Delights), while some are focused exclusively on a M/F relationship (Trust with Hearts). When I write, I let the story and characters take me wherever the plot leads. In the case of my first gay romance, Four Days with Jack, it led to a tropical resort!


I always knew that one day I’d write a gay romance, and I’ve been batting ideas around in my head for a while. I was in between books and had just finished editing A Perfect Match when I heard about the Amber Allure “Postcards from Paradise” line, and I knew I had my next project.

At first, all I had was a basic plot (straight guy comes out to his gay best friend), a title, and one pivotal scene that takes place in a bathroom. (For those of you who have read the book, you know which scene I’m talking about – but I won’t give it away here!) From there, I let my imagination wander and came up with the resort, the rest of the plot, and the unusual cast of characters that Jack and David encounter.

Four Days with Jack is one of the very few books I wrote without an outline. I think not having an outline let the characters write their own story (so to speak), and took the book in new directions. As I wrote, David quickly revealed a major conflict – inner turmoil.


David has kept his true desires a secret from himself and everyone else. He is afraid of what people will think about him if they know (or even suspect) that he’s gay. How will they react? Will they judge him?


I picked up on this theme of “what will people think?” and ran with it. In the book, David points out that Jack’s family (and some friends) disowned him when he came out, and David doesn’t want to go through the same type of heartache. Jack’s reply is pretty much: “So? They’ll get over it.” 


As I was writing this story, I considered “what people would think” about this book. How can a woman write a gay romance? What will people think about the m/m love scenes? Then I reminded myself that I’m a writer and I create the characters and scenes that make up the book as a whole. The story needs to be told, and I’m the one telling it. I’ve made up all sorts of things: an erotic Bigfoot story, detailed ménage scenes, a vampire romance. It’s not about me explaining myself on paper and waiting to be judged; it’s about the characters and what happens to them. It’s called fiction.


Writers need to turn off their internal editors and forge ahead with the story as it should be (and needs to be) told. If we constantly worried about what grandma would think about our writing, or if we were afraid to open up and let the characters and story take us into the bedroom, we’d never write anything except G-rated bedtime fables. And if a friend/relative/whoever has a problem with the subject matter, Jack’s right: they’ll get over it.


Recently I read a blog where a woman was “confessing” to writing an erotic romance, even though she couldn’t tell anyone about it and wouldn’t dare put her real name on the story. I got to wondering…why? Why hide your writing? And if you’re “ashamed” to be writing in a particular genre, why invest the time in something you’re not going to stand behind?


I’m pleased to say that Four Days with Jack has received great reviews. I’m proud of my first gay romance – and I’m working on a second one.
Happy Reading!


Kelli A. Wilkins


Genre: contemporary gay romance
Publisher: Amber Quill Press – Amber AllurePurchase
Format: various electronic formats
Blurb:  
When David invited his best friend along on vacation, he never expected them to fall in love…


Spending four days in a tropical paradise with Jack is a dream come true. For years, David lived a lie and denied his attraction to Jack. Now that they’re together in an isolated Caribbean resort, he finally sheds his denial and admits what he really wants—to be Jack’s lover.


Jack is more than willing to introduce David to the life he has always fantasized about. Their sizzling nighttime encounters confirm David’s long-hidden desires. But what will happen when they leave the resort? Will David sacrifice everything to start a new life with Jack? Or will he go back to his old ways and risk losing the best friend he ever had?

  
Excerpt: Adult
“I had a dirty dream about us on the plane,” David confessed. “That’s what made me hard. And when we were sitting on the beach this afternoon, I started thinking about you again.”
“Really? Tell me about the dream while I kiss you.”
Jack kissed David’s chest, then swirled his tongue around his left nipple. David’s heart raced. Was he excited or nervous or a combination of both?
“We were naked in my apartment and my hands were tied behind my back.”
“Bondage? Oh that’s interesting. Go on.”
“I was kneeling in front of you and you were hard.”
“I bet I was.” He slid his hand down David’s stomach until he reached his cock. It was semi-hard. He squeezed it lightly. “This okay?”
“Yeah,” David whispered, his voice breathy.
“Keep talking and I’ll keep going.”
“You told me to kiss it and lick it, and I did.”
“Did you like it?”
“Yes, you asked me that in the dream. But then you walked away and wouldn’t let me…”
“What?”
“Suck you.” David blurted out. “I wanted to, in the dream. But you laughed and said I couldn’t have it,” he said, his voice trembling. “I still owe you a blow job.”
“That can wait. Tonight I want to give you one.”
David’s eyes widened. “You do? Why?”
“For being brave this afternoon; for taking the risk and opening up. You deserve it.” He kissed his stomach.
 “Now let me give you your reward.”
“What should I do?”
“Relax. Lie there and enjoy…and try not to yell. We don’t want the hotel people to get the wrong idea.”
*          *          *
Relax? How could he relax when he was naked in bed with Jack? Although he wanted this, part of him was unsure. He’d never let a man touch him like this before.
Jack didn’t know it, but his sexual experiences with women were limited. He’d had an okay sex life, but he’d never hungered after girls, trying to get laid, like most of the men he knew. Usually the women were more interested in sex than he was. It never mattered to him if he got laid or not. He had no great desire to hop into bed with any of his girlfriends. Now he knew why.
Jack kissed his chest and he lay still, his heart thundering a mile a minute. Jack was going to blow him! For all their fooling around as kids, they had never sucked each others’ dicks. They’d only done hand jobs. And that was almost like you jerked yourself off. Until today, they’d never kissed. But this would be different. It would change everything.
He opened his eyes in time to see Jack reposition himself on the edge of the bed. “You don’t have to keep your eyes closed. In fact, you might want to watch.” He winked. “Now, open up, lover,” Jack said, patting his leg.
He parted his thighs, his nervousness returning. Jack bent his knees, opening him up to him.
“That’s what I want…everything.”
He watched as Jack’s head vanished between his legs.
“Oh God,” he cried out as Jack licked his balls.
“Easy, easy. Men know what to do.” Jack massaged his sac. “We don’t forget about these babies like women do. It’ll be the best you ever had.”
Where you can find Kelli Wilkins…


About the author…

When Kelli’s not writing romances, she might be writing horror stories! Her short horror fiction has appeared in several anthologies including: Dark Things II: Cat Crimes, Haunted, The Four Horsemen, Frightmares, What If., and The Best of the First Line. She has also written short romances and sci fi stories for The Sun, and non-fiction pet care guides.



When she’s not writing something (which is rare) Kelli likes to visit haunted/weird/creepy places, go to flea markets, and travel. Ideas for stories (in any genre) can turn up anywhere!




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Wednesday, February 15, 2012

The King's Swordswoman by Toni V. Sweeney

The King’s Swordswoman, Roles Reversed in this Romance

He’s the HERO, tall, handsome, a brave warrior,  the best in the kingdom, dedicated to fighting and nothing more, kept celibate by his vows to the Goddess.  She’s the HEROINE, the royal female he’s hired to protect, lovely, delicate, but already showing signs of an iron will within the butterfly shell, an untouched, innocent treasure…

Sound familiar?  How many times and ways has this theme played out?  My novel The King’s Swordswoman was to be built along similar lines, with one exception…my “hero” was the weak one…Crispin du Lance, invalid son of the Lion of Purdha.  Bedridden since birth, Crispin’s been seen by his subjects only once and has left his sickroom twice in all his seventeen years.  His survival that long is a miracle.  He isn’t expected to last past his coronation, and he certainly will never lead his armies into battle against the now-attacking Nords.  My “heroine” is Janel Redhu, also seventeen, daughter of Jan Redhu the Mercenary and his warrior wife Mariah TruBlud, the joint commanders of the king’s armies.  She’s the best warrior in Sword Squad, she lives, bathes, and fights with her twenty-two brothers, and considers herself one of them though she remains chaste and dedicated to the Goddess, while they carouse and womanize.

When King Leonelle dies, and his son inherits the throne, his older brothers ask the Joint Commanders to send them their best swordsman to protect His Majesty.  Thus these two so very opposite characters meet.  Bodyguard and charge become friends, playmates, if you will,  and confidants, and begin to have feelings for each other that even they don’t recognize.  Then, the unthinkable happens.  The castle is attacked by the Nords, and Janel overhears a partial conversation between Crispin’s brothers—the ones really protecting the realm—and believes they’re plotting the king’s overthrow.   Warlord Carel expects her to obey him, and stand aside while they do away with the helpless invalid, but they don’t count on Janel’s integrity.

She’s sworn to protect the king and that’s what she does.  Though fearing to expose him to the outside world, she dares carry—quite literally—the sick young man to safety, to a neutral kingdom where she plans they’ll wait out the war.  But, as usual, Fate intervenes…   Janel believes she sees Crispin killed and she is taken prisoner by the Nords, and carried away into slavery as punishment for allowing her charge, her sovereign, to die…

The King’s Swordswoman is the first of three novels set in the city of Leonesse.  It’s told in three part, the first by Janel, the second by Crispin, the third is an omniscient POV.  Together, they mesh into a love story that I hope the way I’ve presented is unique and entertaining enough to be called different.

Author Name:  Toni V. Sweeney
Book Title: The King's Swordswoman (Lovers of Leonesse, Book One)
Genre:  fantasy romance
Publisher:  Class Act Books
Format:  trade, epub, pdf

Blurb:  
The King is dead; How Long will the New King Live?
Invalid Crispin of Leonesse isn’t expected to long survive his coronation…and then Swordswoman Janel Redhu becomes his bodyguard.

Smothered by the Queen Mother and his Physician, Crispin is an odd combination of feeble body, rebellious spirit, and frightened child, but in spite of that, king and guard become close friends.  When Janel overhears what she thinks is a conspiracy by Crispin’s brothers to seize the Throne, she does the only thing she can. 
She carries her sovereign to safety in the neutral country of Sudelain.
What follows is a tale of suffering and love as a boy transforms into manhood and a young woman helps him meet his planned destiny.    

Excerpt: PG Rating
At first, I thought we had walked into a library.  There were books everywhere, the walls lined with shelves on which they were stacked.  To our right, a door opened into another room.  In front of the closest bookcase, a table held a chess board and pieces, other gameboards piled upon it.  At the other end of the room, a high-arched, mullioned window let in bright sunlight.
       
On the opposite side of the room stood a large four-poster bedstead, its headboard against the wall.  It was swathed so thickly in translucent draperies its occupant was little more than a faceless figure.  Two people stood beside the bed, Prince Carel and the Queen Mother, both painted and draped in the heaviest of mourning.      

“So you’ve finally arrived,” Carel greeted his brother brusquely.  He flicked  a glance at me.  “And is this the Lady Comaunder’s choice?”  He sounded as if he couldn’t believe it.
           
“Linus, who is this person?” Lady Mathilde didn’t give her next-to-youngest a chance to answer his brother.  She was a small woman, even shorter than I, now plump with middle age— dumpy, to be truthful—and her voluminous gown with its flowing sleeves making her look even more squat and fat.  I could see she’d probably been very comely when she was His Majesty’s bride, and that determined  little  chin and her bright eyes were probably two of the features catching his eye.  Now, however, there was too much willfulness in her expression and her eyes appeared small and cruel.  Perhaps king’s consorts become that way over time.  All I know is I felt whatever she was thinking didn’t bode well for me.

“This is the soldier Comaunder Mariah sent to guard Crispin,” Carel answered for Linus.

“He seems young.”  Standing, she bustled over to me, peering into my face.  Shewas shortsighted also, it seemed.  I forced myself not to back away.  Abruptly, she recoiled.  “Carel, this is a girl!”

“Astute of you to notice, Mother.” Carel’s didn’t attempt to keep his answer respectful.  That made me frown.  Truly, the Royal offspring weren’t acting as I thought they should.  Certainly they weren’t deporting themselves as they did on the battlefield.  There, they were calm and collected.  At the moment, both seemed merely testy, spiteful children.  Still, grief  affected men in different  ways.  I hoped that was all it was.

“Commander Mariah’s daughter, as a matter of fact,” he went on.

Lady Mathilde stared at her eldest, plainly upset, more than a little angry.  Something was wrong, and it appeared to do with my gender. 

“She can’t guard His Majesty,” she stated, in a don’t-argue-with-me tone.

“Why not?”  Linus spoke up, doing just that.  There was so much belligerence  in those two words I hoped I wasn’t about to witness a family row.

“She’s a female—” Lady Mathilde began, giving him a glare saying much about a son daring to question his mother’s opinions.

“So?” Carel interrupted.  Not letting his mother finish a sentence earned him a scowl.

“Crispin’s guard has to be with him every minute of the day and night.  This girl can’t possibly sleep in the same room with His Majesty.  It wouldn’t be proper.”

“Janel’s a devotee of the Goddess, Madame.” Carel’s reply was clipped as if attempting to control his anger.  A faint rose fragrance hovered in the air. 


“DeOsse requires chastity of her followers.  You needn’t worry about her climbing into bed with him.”

That earned him a shocked look.  Both from Mathilde and myself.  Linus stifled a chuckle.

“She’s too young, Carel.  Your brother requires assistance in bathing and other…necessities.  Perhaps if she were more mature…  It’s common knowledge young women are susceptible to the sight of bare male bodies, even one as frail as your brother’s…”

At this point, I had to bit my lip to stifle my own laughter.  Great DeOsse! She thinks I’ll have designs on the King?  On that sickly creature?  If I were going to break my vows, it’d certainly be for someone in better health than he.  Carel or Linus or…  Better end that thought right now.

“Stop this, Madame.” Carel’s snort said it all.  “Janel Redhu’s no danger to anyone except those who might harm His Majesty.  She’s a soldier first and a female second.”

“She can’t guard him constantly.” She wasn’t going to give up.  “S-she’ll be indisposed…during…uh…female Times.”

“I’ve spoken to the Royal Leech about that.” Carel’s reply was calm though he avoided both his mother’s gaze and my own.  The rose scent was stronger now.


I could tell Mathilde smelled it also, from the way her nostrils quivered.  “He assures me Followers are blessed with a lack of…that physical property.  Until they are released from their vows.”

Carel might be calm but I felt my own cheeks reddening.  I studied the floor.  Linus fixed an equally interested gaze on the ceiling.
“Nevertheless—”

“Nevertheless, nothing!  I asked the Commander for her best soldier and Janel is her choice.  She stays.”

There was a sigh and a creaking of the leather straps supporting the mattress.  A sleepy murmur, sudden movement from the bed, a body straightening and rolling over.

“M-Mother?”  The voice was so shaky and hollow it sounded like an old man rather than a seventeen-year-old boy.

“Yes, my angel.”  Mathilde was distracted from further argument as she rushed back to the bedside.  She leaned into the draperies, reaching toward the vague figure lying there, assisting His Majesty in sitting upright.  Once he was settled and propped on several pillows, she straightened.

“W-we have a v-visitor?”  It was asked breathlessly.  Crispin sounded as if he’d run a race and couldn’t get his wind.  Oh, Goddess, and he stutters, too.  I felt my heart dip with pity.  He leaned forward slightly.  “Who are you, s-soldier?”
“The guard sent from Sword Squad—” Carel began.
I started to supply my name.

“—a female,” Mathilde didn’t let either of us finish.  “I’ve told him she isn’t acceptable.”

Oh no.  She’s going to talk him out of it.  Now I understood Linus’ earlier remark. For some reason, the Queen Mother didn’t want her son to have a guard.  I imagined she had enough influence with him to have me sent away.  Well, that’d be no reflection on me or my abilities, but it would be an insult.  To myself as well as to the Lady Commander my mother for her choice.

“Why not?” It was the whining query of a child being told he couldn’t do something.

“See?  Even His Majesty sees there’s no problem,” Carel pointed out, not trying to hide how this pleased him.

Mathilde ignored him, turning back to the bed.  “Because your guard must be here at all times.  Think about that.  You don’t want a female here while you’re being bathed, do you?  Seeing you naked?  Or watching you relieve yourself into a chamber?”

She emphasized those last words as if this were a crime of the highest order.  Crispin cringed.  There was no other way to describe the sudden movement the figure behind the draperies made.

“She wouldn’t look…” His voice went up so quickly it became a squeak.  There was a loud gulp as he attempted to return it to a more kingly timbre.  The shadowy head turned in his elder brother’s direction.  “Carel, s-surely she wouldn’t…”           

“Of course not.”  Where Carel was short with his mother, his tone with his brother was quieter.  Matter-of-fact, but slightly pacifying as if he were speaking to someone much, much younger.  “Whenever you’re being bathed, Janel will turn her back.  And she’ll never be in your company when you perform your other functions.  Will you, Prive?” He directed this last question at me so suddenly I nearly jumped.

“C-certainly not, Sire.”  It was the first time I’d been addressed directly since entering the room and I grimaced at that brief tremble in my voice.   I hoped no one thought I was mocking my king’s stammer.  “I swear His Majesty’ll have privacy.”

“Let me remind you, Madame,” Carel went on, pressing the point.  “If Prive Redhu’s sent away, the Lady Commander’s next choice may be her son, Marius.  You do remember Marius, Mother?”

At mention of my brother’s name, Lady Mathilde shuddered.  There was no other way to describe the visible frisson going through that overweight little body.  She muttered something.  It sounded like “She wouldn’t dare.”
What the hell does that mean?

“Come closer, Prive.” A hand wavered through the draperies.  It was waxen-pale, large but bony, almost as white as the lawn sleeve covering it.  The arm shook slightly as it extended, beckoning.  “What are your orders concerning us?”

Before Lady Mathilde could object, I stepped forward and seized Crispin’s hand. It was as chill as a piece of alabaster, not like a living thing at all.  Dropping to one knee, I pressed the cold fingers to my forehead.

“I’m to protect you, Your Majesty, and keep your enemies at bay.”

The hand withdrew, pulling me to my feet as it disappeared back inside the sanctuary of the bed.  “Then it’s all right.  She can s-stay, Mother.” 

“But—”  Mathilde wasn’t going to give up so easily.

“His Majesty has spoken, Madame,” Carel pointed out, and the finality in his own voice also held triumph.  Got another one past her, it seemed to say.  I was beginning to wonder just how much filial devotion there actually was between Mathilde and her sons.  Not much that I could see.

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