The final book in my True Love Brides series of medieval Scottish romances is now available in a Spanish edition!
La doncella era solo otro tesoro por ganar, hasta que ella le robó el corazón y cambió su vida para siempre…
Indignada de que el alma de su amado hermano fuera el diezmo de las hadas para el infierno, Elizabeth sabe que debe salvarlo. Después de todo ella es la única en su familia que puede ver a las hadas, y ya está maldita por su propio rey. Malcolm puede haberse ofrecido a reemplazar a su camarada por honor, pero Elizabeth sabe quién merece más vivir, y no es el apuesto pícaro, Rafael, quien se preocupa solo por su propio bienestar. Debería ser fácil hacer una apuesta con un mercenario, especialmente porque a Elizabeth no le importa el costo para ella misma. Sin embargo, para su sorpresa, Rafael demuestra ser el hombre que no solo acepta su desafío, sino que destierra la maldición del rey de las Hadas con besos que hacen que su sangre se encienda. ¿Podría esta guerrero endurecido, que parece no tener corazón, ser el amor destinado que ella ha esperado?
A primera vista, Rafael cree que Elizabeth es un ángel enviado para juzgarlo, y sabe cuál será su veredicto. Él ha tomado decisiones para sobrevivir y no está orgulloso de ellas. Pero Elizabeth lo desafía a cambiar, con una audacia que despierta una nobleza de propósito que Rafael había olvidado que poseía. ¿Podrá esta valiente doncella curar las heridas de su pasado? ¿Puede Rafael ganarse el derecho de concederle la vida que ella se merece, y hacerlo antes de que el rey de las hadas desencadene su trampa, convirtiendo a Elizabeth en su cautiva para siempre?
Esta es una traducción al español neutral de América Latina.
La recompensa del guerrero está también disponible en inglés como audiolibro.
The Beauty Bride, book one of the Jewels of Kinfairlie series of medieval romances, is free for five days starting today. If you haven’t yet come to Kinfairlie and met the siblings, here’s your chance!
More cherished than gold are the Jewels of Kinfairlie, and only the worthiest may fight for their love…The Laird of Kinfairlie has unmarried sisters, each a gem in her own right. And he has no choice but to see them all wed in haste.
Lady Madeline’s heart is not for sale…especially not to a notorious outlaw like Rhys FitzHenry. Yet Madeline’s hand has been sold, to none other than this battle-weary warrior with a price on his head. A more dutiful maiden might cede to the Laird’s command and meekly accept her fate, but Madeline has never been obedient. She decides to run away, though she never dreams that Rhys will pursue her.
She does not expect this taciturn man to woo her with fanciful stories, much less that each of his enthralling tales will reveal a scar upon his shielded soul. She never imagines that a man like Rhys could imperil her own heart while revealing so little of his own feelings. When Rhys’ past threatens his future, Madeline takes a leap of faith. She dares to believe him innocent—and risks her own life to pursue a passion more priceless than the rarest gem.
Nominee – 2005 Quill Award Publishers’ Weekly
A #1 Kindle Bestseller
A lyrical medieval-era romance!
The Beauty Bride is enrolled in Kindle Unlimited so the ebook is available exclusively at Amazon.
Claire Delacroix is always a winner for me with her tales of chivalry, passion and lush romance—I simply love her books. I found this one to be a great read, and recommend it highly to anyone liking a rousing, medieval-period romance. Five angels!
Fallen Angel Reviews
Ms. Delacroix creates an atmosphere so real that you’ll feel the wind in your hair as you race across the land with the protagonists. This writer is a genius at stirring the emotions of her readers and letting them share the excitement of the characters.
Once again, Claire Delacroix comes through with an historical romance that does not disappoint…There are few medieval writers who can sweep me away as Claire Delacroix can. I cannot wait for the following books of this trilogy.
Romance Reader at Heart
Ms. Delacroix has painted a tale of love and romance fit to be framed…I quite literally devoured this book in a single day of reading. It was so entertaining and well written that I could not bring myself to put it down. I even forgot to eat because I was so wrapped up in this wonderful tale and, gasp, there was chocolate in the house!
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After reading this magnificent book, it’s easy to see why Ms. Delacroix is considered one of the best medieval romance authors around. With careful attention to detail and a beautiful writing style, she whisks you to the Middle Ages for a grand romantic adventure…The Beauty Bride is a fabulous read!
The Romance Studio
An exciting action tale fully packed packed with an assortment of well-defined forceful characters, both old and new…This is a prime example of the highly imaginative and entertaining novels Delacroix is celebrated for, in a stellar start to what looks to be a sensation new medieval series that is heading straight for my ‘keeper shelf’!
Historical Romance Writers
Ms. Delacroix has a wonderful way of pulling you into the story…you will not be able to put the book down until you are finished.
She was the proper age to be the surviving child of Rhys’ cousin Madeline Arundel. She shared her mother’s coloring and her mother’s name. Her supposed family were so anxious to be rid of her without a dowry that they resorted to this vulgar practice of an auction, something no man would do to his blood sister.
And Rhys had to admit that he liked the fire in this Madeline’s eyes. She was tall and slender, though not without womanly curves. Her hair was as dark as ebony and hung unbound over her shoulders, her eyes flashed with fury. Rhys had seen many women, but he had never glimpsed one as beguiling as this angry beauty.
A single glimpse of her had been all it had taken to persuade Rhys that buying Madeline’s hand was the most effective solution to his woes.
After all, with Caerwyn beneath his authority, he would have need of a bride to have an heir. And wedding this woman, if she indeed proved to be Madeline’s daughter and the sole competing heir for Caerwyn, would ensure that no one could challenge his claim to the holding. He did not fool himself that he had sufficient charm to win the hand of such a bride any other way. Rhys had no qualms about wedding his cousin’s daughter, if Madeline proved to be that woman. In Wales, it was not uncommon for cousins to wed, so he barely spared the prospect of their common blood a thought.
Indeed, she would be compelled to wed some man this night, and Rhys doubted that any would grant her the even-handed wager that he was prepared to offer to his bride. Rhys had to believe that he could grant a woman a better life than that offered by her family or this irksome boy, Reginald.
Marriage was a perfect solution for both of them.
And so he bid.
And so the chamber fell silent.
It was as simple as that. Madeline would be his.
Rhys strode forward to pay his due, well content with what he had wrought.
The young Laird of Kinfairlie responsible for this foolery spoke finally with vigor. “I protest your bid. You were not invited to this auction and I will not surrender my sister to your hand.”
Before Rhys could argue, Tynan granted the younger man a poisonous glance. “Did I not warn you that matters might not proceed as you had schemed, Alexander?”
Alexander flushed. “But still…”
“The matter has passed from your grasp,” Tynan said with finality. Rhys knew that Tynan would indeed have cast him out if Rosamunde had not vouched for his character. The lady Madeline had some souls concerned for her future, at least.
“You cannot claim her!” Alexander cried. “I will not permit it.”
Rhys smiled a chilly smile and let his gaze drift over the younger man. “You cannot stop me. And you cannot afford to exceed my bid.”
The young laird flushed crimson and stepped back with a murmured apology to his sister, which Rhys thought long overdue.
Rhys then turned to the huffing Reginald Neville. “Have you no more coin?”
Reginald’s face turned red and he threw his gloves onto the floor. “You cannot have that much coin!”
Rhys arched a brow. “Because you do not?”
Anger flashed in the boy’s eyes. “Show your coin before we continue. I insist upon it!” Reginald flung out his hands and turned to the assembly. “Can we trust a man of such poor repute to honor his debts?”
A murmur passed through the company and Rhys shrugged. He sauntered to the high table, removing a chamois sack from within his leather jerkin. The lady caught her breath when he paused beside her and Rhys studied her for a heartbeat. Her eyes were wide, a glorious simmering blue, and though he sensed her uncertainty of him, she held her ground.
It was not all bad that she was as aware of him as this. He liked the glitter of intelligence in her eyes, as well as the fact that she had tried to halt this folly. He was accustomed to women who spoke their minds and a bride who did as much would suit him well.
He smiled slightly at her, hoping to reassure her, and she swallowed visibly. His gaze lingered upon the ruddy fullness of her lips and he thought of tasting her, knowing then how he would seal their agreement.
But first, the agreement had to be confirmed.
“You need not fear, sir,” Rhys said coolly. “I will owe no debt for the lady’s hand.” There were more than enough gold coins in his sack, but Rhys was not anxious to flaunt his wealth. He cautiously removed only the amount necessary, and stacked the coins upon the board with care. Tynan bent and bit each one of them to test their quality, then nodded approval.
“Then, have her!” Reginald spat in the rushes with poor grace and stormed from the room. His gallantry, in Rhys’ opinion, was somewhat lacking.
There was utter silence in the chamber as Rhys reached out and laid claim to Madeline’s hand, such silence that he heard her catch her breath. His hand was much larger than hers and her fingers trembled within his grasp.
But she did not pull her hand from his and she held his gaze steadily. Again, he admired that she was stalwart in standing by the terms of agreement. He bent and brushed his lips across her knuckles, feeling her shiver slightly.
Alexander placed a hand upon Rhys’ arm. “I do not care for convention or broken agreements. You cannot wed my sister—you are charged with treason!”
Rhys spoke softly, not relinquishing the lady’s hand. “Do not tell me that the Laird of Kinfairlie is not a man of his word?”
Alexander flushed scarlet. His gaze fell upon the stack of coins and Rhys knew that he had desperate need of those funds.
He leaned closer to the boy, the lady’s hand yet firmly clasped in his own, and dared the new heir of Kinfairlie. He would show the lady, at least, what manner of man her brother was. “I will grant you a chance to rescind your offer, though it is more than you deserve. Reject my coin, but solely upon the condition that the lady shall not be sold to any man.”
It was clear that the younger man struggled with this decision. He appealed to his sister with a glance. “Madeline, you must know that I would not do this without cause.”
And he reached for the coin.
“Cur!” she cried, her scorn matching Rhys’ own. Rhys turned to her, his breath catching at the fury that lit her expression. “Take it then, Alexander! Take it, for whatever debts you have, and reject whatsoever loyalty Papa might have thought you owed to your siblings.”
Alexander’s hand shook slightly as he claimed the coins. “Madeline, you do not understand. I must think of the others…”
“I understand as much as I need to understand,” she said, her words as cold as ice. “God save my sisters if you think of them as you have thought of me.”
But the lady turned her back upon her sibling, her bearing as regal as that of a queen, her gaze locking with Rhys’ own. He saw the hurt that she fought to hide and felt a kinship with her, for he too had been betrayed by those he had believed held him in regard.
“I believe there is a meal laid to celebrate our pending nuptials, sir,” she said, her words carrying clearly over the hall.
Aye, this bride would suit him well. Rhys lifted her hand in his grip and bent to brush his lips across her knuckles in salute. She shivered and he smiled, knowing their nuptial night would be a lusty one.
“Well done, my lady,” he murmured, liking that she was not readily daunted. “Perhaps our agreement should be sealed in a more fitting way.”
A beguiling flush launched over the lady’s face and her lips parted as if in invitation. Rhys gave her hand a minute tug as the company hooted, and she took a pace closer. He could fairly feel the heat of her breath upon his cheek and her own cheeks flushed. Still she did not look away, though her breath came quickly in her uncertainty.
Rhys entwined their fingers, then lifted his other hand to her face. He moved slowly, so as not to alarm her, well aware of her uncertainty. She would be a maiden, without doubt. It would not do to make her fearful of his touch. Rhys tipped Madeline’s chin upward with his fingertip. Her flesh was soft beyond belief, her valor admirable. He smiled slightly, saw a spark in her eyes that reassured him as little else might have done. This was no fragile maiden who would fear her own shadow.
Rhys bent and captured Madeline’s sweet lips beneath his own. To his satisfaction, the lady did not flinch, nor did she pull away.
I’m enrolled the German edition of The Rose Red Bride in Kindle Unlimited again, as it was doing better there than in wide distribution. If you’re a KU subscriber, you can read it – as well as the first two books in the Champions of St. Euphemia series in German – FREE! You can also read all of my medieval romances in English free in KU.
Höhergeschätzt als Gold sind die Juwelen von Kinfairlie und nur die Würdigsten dürfen um ihre Liebe kämpfen … Der Laird von Kinfairlie hat unverheiratete Schwestern – jede für sich ein Kleinod. Und er hat keine andere Wahl, als sie in aller Eile zu verheiraten.
Wie eine Heldin in einer alten Erzählung wartet Vivienne im höchsten Turmzimmer von Kinfairlie auf den Liebhaber, den ihr das Los bestimmt hat. Er kommt in der Dunkelheit zu ihr, mit Umhang und Kapuze, sodass sie sein Gesicht nicht sehen kann. Er liebt sie süß und hingebungsvoll … und Vivienne weiß, sie ist ihrem Schicksal begegnet.
Doch im Morgenlicht zerbricht ihr Traum. Erik Sinclair von Blackleith ist kein romantischer Held, sondern ein enterbter Krieger, der ihre Entführung geplant hat, um sein Erbe zurückzugewinnen. Empört über Eriks Behauptung, sie nur für die Zeugung eines Sohnes zu benötigen, und doch verführt von der Leidenschaft, die er in ihr erweckt, wird Vivienne klar, dass ihr schweigsamer Ehegatte mehr Vorzüge hat, als er selbst zugeben würde. Erik betrachtet ihr wachsendes Vertrauen in seine Ehre und ihren Wunsch, sein gestohlenes Geburtsrecht zurückzuerlangen, mit Skepsis …
Er ahnt nicht, dass seine Braut, dieses seltene Juwel, beabsichtigt, auch sein verschlossenes Herz zu gewinnen.
Die rosenrote Braut ist auch als Hörbuch in englischer Sprache erhältlich.
Malcolm and Catriona’s story, The Frost Maidens’ Kiss, is available now in a Spanish edition!
Ella lo hechizó con un beso, pero ganar su amor exigiría todo lo que él poseía…
Después de ocho años en el extranjero, Malcolm regresa a Escocia con una fortuna, un compañero aún más endurecido que él y con la determinación de restaurar su propiedad heredada. Pero cuando ese compañero cae en peligro, Malcolm aprovecha la oportunidad para pagar una vieja deuda y cambia su propia alma por la de su compañero condenado. Sabiendo que sus días son limitados y decidido a dejar un legado de mérito, Malcolm reconstruye Ravensmuir con toda prisa, aunque teme no tener nunca un heredero.
Una noche de violencia ha dejado a Catriona sin hogar y sin fe en el honor de los hombres. Ella espera poco de una visita al hermano de su dama, el Señor de Ravensmuir, un mercenario conocido. Pero el guapo señor desafía sus expectativas con su cortesía, su encanto y su inesperada propuesta. Sabiendo que es su única oportunidad de asegurar el futuro de su hijo, Catriona se atreve a aceptar la mano de Malcolm. Ella pronto se da cuenta de que ese guerrero libra su propia batalla y que ella tiene la llave de su salvación. Poco se da cuenta de que su pasado la persigue, buscando destruir todo lo que ama, incluido al señor que ha descongelado la escarcha de su corazón rebelde.
Esta es una traducción al español neutral de América Latina.
El beso de la doncella de hielo está también disponible en inglés como audiolibro.
There’s a new page under the Blood Brothers tab, which is a character list. This is a work-in-progress and currently updated through The Wolf & the Witch. If you haven’t read that book yet, there may be spoilers!