I get my very own spot on my book tour, but it's Alaina who will be joining us today and sharing one of her adventures. Don't forget to scroll down and enter the giveaway!
In nineteenth-century England, Alaina Claiborne had a loving family, a cherished friend, and devoted servants. She spent her days riding across the grassy hills of the English countryside, joyful and at peace.
Then tragedy strikes and her world is forever changed. Searching for those responsible is her only focus . . . until she meets Tristan.
Tristan Sheffield, a man of many talents, searches out those who don’t want to be found. His past is filled with secrets and deeds he would rather leave deeply buried. However, when his life unexpectedly entwines with Alaina's, he soon discovers they share more than a mutual desire to catch a murderer.
On their hunt for a man driven by greed, Tristan and Alaina find that love is the greatest weapon against evil, and they'll stop at nothing to survive.
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My Most Memorable Moments
a guest post by Alaina ClaiborneI have had a glorious life, filled with adventure and love. Each moment has meant something to me, but the time I cherish most, are those which imprinted on my heart.
The most memorable, and special moments of my life, have been spent with family, with my horses, or outdoors. I have my special places, places I find solace and remember those special times.
- I remember the first ball I attended with my parents in Ireland. It was a grand affair for a country ball, and I felt like a princess dancing with her prince. I'll never forget the special bond I felt with Braden that night.
- When my father gifted me with Serendipity, I remember thinking how lucky I was because he was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. My beloved stallion is still with me, and though coming along in years, we enjoy wonderful rides across the green hills of Claiborne Estate.
- The greenhouse had been built long before I was born, but as a young girl, I helped my parents plant, weed, and build onto the gardens. It was hard work for a child, but I loved doing it. I especially loved the time spent with my mother as we tended the flowers, watching them blossom year after year.
- The day I met Tristan--a beautiful summer day. He infuriated me, but if I had not been so stubborn, I might have realized even then that he would always be in my life.
- When Christopher came to us. There has never been, nor will there ever be, a more perfect moment.
Enjoy Excerpts from Alaina Claiborne
(Excerpts may or may not be in the order in which they appear, and may differ slightly from the final book.)
The moon shone brightly through the clouds of the dark night, and fatigue soon encouraged she lay her head down on his shoulder, falling into a deep slumber. She felt safe in his embrace and nothing seemed to disturb her. Her senses became aware of his strong arms wrapping a little tighter around her. She felt the carriage bounce as they hit a rut in the road, but she enjoyed his comforting warmth too much to let it disturb her. Then she became cold and her eyes opened, watching as her body rolled down a hill, but no sound escaped her though she frantically sought a way to breathe. She felt those strong arms push her toward the broken door as the carriage continued to roll. Somehow she landed on earth, coldness seeping through her clothes. Her head ached, but the source of the other pain remained elusive.
A bush. She had landed in a bush and the branches hurt, but not as much as the pain inside of her. What’s happening? She fought her way to the ground and then stopped moving. Silence shrouded the night.
Across the acres, darkness enveloped another, her surroundings illuminated by the flickering flame of a lamp. Alaina moved around in the attic, searching through trunks of the items that had come from her mother’s cottage in Ireland. It was difficult to see so many memories that reminded her of her parents, but she also found it calmed her. She had avoided these things since they had been delivered years ago, but now her fears became secondary. She hoped that something from her parents’ past would shed light on what was happening in the present.
Alaina rummaged through a trunk of some of her mother’s clothes, pulling them out and smelling them, hoping for a faint whiff of the soft rose scent her mother used to wear. There was something lingering around the old clothes, and it took Alaina back to a time when she was a little girl. Nevertheless, the memory ended there. She paused for a moment, as if the scent reminded her of something else besides her mother. She subsequently released the memory when she saw the bottom of the trunk was not as deep as it should have been. She pulled out the remaining dress and ran her fingers along the bottom and edges. She next looked on the outside of the trunk. Nearly six inches of extra space remained near the bottom on the inside.
Alaina felt along the inside edges and became excited when she found a gap. Slowly reaching her fingers into the hole, she simultaneously pushed down on the other edge for leverage and surprised herself when the bottom tilted to reveal the extra space beneath. Removing the thin board, she set it aside and gasped when she turned back to the trunk.
“Oh, Mother. What did you do?”
Release Date: January 7th, 2013
Genre: Historical Romance
Formats: Paperback and Kindle
Publisher: Trappers Peak Publishing
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