Bloodstock by C. L. Hadyn


Prince Janos Rackoszi, Viceroy of Transylvania made the commitment to marry Baron Szechenyi’s daughter as a last-ditch offer to encourage the man to stop his gambling, and attend to his estate and family before he lost everything to creditors. He never thought the man would take his own life immediately after their agreement, or he would have found another means of encouragement rather than offering to bind himself to a woman he would never love, and have to protect himself from a mother-in-law who thought he was a revenant.

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Excerpt –

The instant he awoke, the scent stunned him. Tuber rose, musk, and…horse? If the previous two fragrances had been sweat and leather, he’d bet the stable master was flirting, yet again, with the cook in the kitchen. He remained silent when his valet slipped quietly into the bedroom and opened the heavy drapes around the bed.

“The painter has arrived, your grace.” Akos proffered the prince’s usual breakfast beverage and continued. “Erzsebet assigned her the green bedroom in the south wing.”

With raised eyebrows, Prince Rackoszi inquired of his valet, “Green bedroom, south wing? Erzsebet does not approve of the painter?”

“I think the sentiment may be mutual, Your Grace.”

“Really? What contretemps could have occurred so soon?”

“The, er, Baroness arrived accompanied by Csikos, and Erzsebet assumed they were all seeking work in the stables, so she refused the main entrance.”

“Surely Erzsebet can tell a Baroness from a cowboy,” the Prince scoffed. He plumped his pillows behind his back, eager to learn the rest of the story.

“No, Your Grace, not when the Baroness herself was also dressed as one. In all fairness, the Baroness did not immediately reveal her status until Erzsebet refused her entre’.”

The unusual sound of his valet’s mirth startled him. “And how much outraged shrieking did that engender, Akos?”

“None, Your Grace. The Baroness simply lifted Erzsebet off her feet and carried her inside and kicked the door shut behind herself. I think, for once, Erzsebet was incapable of speech.”

“By the ancient gods, I would’ve enjoyed witnessing such a scene. The Baroness sounds like a veritable Valkyrie.”

“Indeed, sir, strong and tall, and most unusual. She insisted on grooming her horse herself before settling into her room. The stable master was quite taken with her knowledge of horses.”

“Well then, I best complete my ablutions and arrange to meet the Baroness. Come, Akos, choose something for me to wear. Oh, and tell cook I’ll be joining the Baroness for dinner so she’s to prepare something interesting to the palate.”

The valet froze in mid-reach for the empty goblet. “You…” A distinct croak came from Akos’s throat as he continued, “You’ll be joining the Baroness for dinner?”

Flinging the linens away, Prince Szigismond Emre Janos Rackoszi, prepared to meet the day with unaccustomed eagerness. “Yes, I will. I think my appetite is returning. Perhaps some fruit to tide me until dinner, what do you think, Akos?”

The valet snapped to attention when a royal finger closed his gaping mouth. “At once, Your Grace. I’ll have a maid bring you an assortment. Ah, I will draw your bath now.”

 

Bio  

 C. L. Hadyn aka Cyn Hadyn, a career historian with Hungarian/Viking nomadic roots, loads up the gypsy wagon for the last time (hopefully) and heads to Greensboro, North Carolina, to follow her delusion of becoming a New York Times best-selling author. Yeah, sounds silly but it’s true. I’m a transplanted Yankee living way south of the Mason-Dixon Line despite its lack of decent Italian food. Uh, concerning the Italian food, I’d still sacrifice a small digit for authentic Italian cuisine a la Philly, Trenton, or New York.

Before settling down to write full time in the land of ‘bless your heart, and y’all’, I was a Special Operations (US Army and US Marines) military historian/archivist. Now I collect a retirement check and write paranormal, and historical romance. I guess my service with Army and Marine Special Operations left an indelible impression on my writing, because my characters, both male and female, are distinctly Spec Ops in their outlook.  They leave no man behind, color outside the lines, and are very, very lethal. I’ve also pushed the envelope a little by including Erotica and BDSM and M/M romance. Which brings me to my latest books: Golden Hours Book 1: Fall Back; Off Track; The Danegeld, and Guarded Hearts, published by Decadent Publishing under the pseudonym C. L. Hadyn.

If you have a taste for the paranormal, historical romance, or something more outre’, I would love to hear from you via Facebook.com/Cyn Hadyn or C. L. Hadyn.

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Memorial Day – Writing Our Military Heroes

Yes, I love writing about real heroes. They come in all shapes and sizes, but the ones from the military are the easiest because there’s little fiction there. These guys (and girls) ARE heroes.

My warriors are usually at least a little wounded – physically and emotionally – how could they not be after what they’ve seen and been through. I remember Daddy telling me how hard it was to go outside without a weapon when he returned to the States after WWII. He went cold turkey on it because he knew he had to. He told us about some of his experiences, but never the parts that haunted him – those he kept inside. The first time I ever saw him cry was watching a movie and Taps was played. Can’t tell you how that scared me at the time. Then they played it at his funeral and handed me the flag, since I was the oldest in the family.

Here’s a picture of my Aunt Mada on the Korean War Memorial Wall in DC –

 

 

 

I’ll continue to write these heroes, there’s so much inspiration to explore. Here’s some of mine –

Dance Partner, Small Changes, Mac’s Family, Christmas with Family, Red Shoes, Wraith’s Heart

   

    

Homecoming is Back!

I got the rights back, so I re-edited, expanded and got a new cover!

Upon the death of her grandmother, Ashley returns to clean out and sell the family home. There she discovers Matt comfortably ensconced in the guest house, taking care of the family estate.

Matt’s love for the architecture and past grandeur of the old mansion tempers Ashley’s memories of neglect and abuse at the hands of the matriarch, and the town. As she and Matt work together, they begin to get the place, and their lives, back in shape.

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It’s available for pre-order now and will go live June 1. For the first month it will be $.99!

Excerpt – 

Ashley Winsted pulled her Prius into the driveway and stopped. She made no move to exit the car, shoving her russet colored hair back. She was in no hurry to get out and face what was before her. Just being back in this town made her chest tighten.

She had forgotten the sheer size of the house. Or she’d made herself forget. The structure had always dominated this block, hell the whole town. But it hadn’t been kept up for years. Now it only looked tired.

She scanned the yard, bushes overgrown, but not too shaggy yet. In any case, Mattie Winsted would be appalled. The outside wasn’t perfect. The inside didn’t matter, but what one could see should always be perfect, completely in order. Nothing was more important to Mattie than appearance. Nothing.

The house desperately needed paint and the bushes at least a trim if not removal, though the lawn had been freshly mowed. A Victorian house always needed painting, didn’t it? Ashley sighed and forced herself to open the car door. She stepped out and stretched. It had been a long drive, but at least she should have some privacy and quiet here to work. Her eyes immediately went to the cupola room over the large wrap-around porch. She’d coveted that room for more years than she wanted to admit. Still did, if truth be known. Why did it continue to hurt after all this time?

Coming here was difficult. It had been nearly ten years since she’d left. And the time away had been good. No longer that skinny, shy girl without a father, she hadn’t missed this place for ten seconds.

Heaven Sent Flame

An English lass grows up in a Scottish coven only to awaken in a strange new world with sculptures, a handsome man, and a hate-filled demon. Falling in love while saving the world was not the plan!

 

Multi-published and award-winning Raleigh author, Nancy Lee Badger, presents a paranormal romance set in North Carolina filled with sights, sounds, a fabulous art museum, horses, sword fights, and a demon bent on taking over the world. A love of art, especially the bronze sculptures by the French master, Auguste Rodin, helped give her ideas that brought this story to life. This is a full-length book, the third and final book in her Warriors in Bronze series.

Scottish Highlands, 1790: London-born Marigold awakens naked inside a dark tomb. Using a spell to free herself, and wrapped in her long red hair and an unusual banner, she is startled by the bronze statue staring down at her.

Raleigh, North Carolina Present day: As a Fae living among humans, Sam heads home to his beach house in Rodanthe, but is compelled to park at the Raleigh Museum of Art. This is where he and fellow demon fighters vanquished two demons. Has another returned? Two women gain his attention, but mystery surrounds both.

He returns with the redhead to his cousin’s home, but the fire-throwing demon follows. When a sword-wielding Marigold saves him, he wonders where her abilities come from. Is she the third Heaven-sent warrior? A woman? If so, training her is prudent, but the urge to make love to her is too strong to resist.

 

Excerpt

“My name is Somerled Walker, but please, call me Sam. And you are?”

“Oh, um, Marigold. That’s right, Marigold Keats. I am still a little foggy.”

“Pleased to meet you, under the circumstances. Zinerva is wicked. She wanted me to follow her, but she is a demon. I wish I realized that before I let her kiss me.”

“Looked like ye were enjoying kissing her. Maybe she had ye under a spell?”

He turned and stood so close the heat from his body made her damp red curls tighten about her shoulders.

“Not exactly. She’s no damned witch. She claimed to hate them as much as me. She used her otherworldly wiles on me, but I finally got her talking. Women like to talk about themselves.” His grin was boyish, but beneath the moonlight his chest glowed like solid silver flesh. She tugged her gaze away and realized what he’d claimed.

“Are ye placing me in that group?”

“Perhaps you awakened from inside one of the trio of statues by the sculptor Auguste Rodin called The Three Shades. I wouldn’t be surprised, though I assumed you were male.”

Planting her hands on both hips, she glared at him. “Last time I looked, I was female, through and through.” He talked about a statue as if assuming she had come from inside it. How would he know such a thing? She was not sure how she arrived, or even if the statue was indeed her tomb, just that she’d found herself laying free at its base.

His eyes widened, then glanced up and down her body. She suddenly realized that raising her arms uncovered more skin below the hem. Her secret place began to throb beneath his perusal. The sensation was maddening, so she lowered her fists to her sides.

“So,” he continued, “if the statue led you here, your powers are due to being a Heaven-sent warrior.”

“A what?”

Sam kicked a pebble into the pond beyond the tree and sighed. “Not another one. Why would Heaven send another warrior without explaining the rules to them first? This will take time.”

“How much time?” What he said made no sense.

“Time I did not plan to spend in Raleigh.”

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Nancy Lee Badger grew up in Huntington on New York’s Long Island, where school field trips to lofty museums were the norm. After attending Plymouth State, in New Hampshire, she earned a Bachelor of Science degree in Art Education and met and married her college sweetheart. They raised two handsome sons in Rumney, New Hampshire, where Nancy volunteered as an EMT and firefighter while working full-time. When the children had left the nest, and shoveling snow became a chore, she retired from her satisfying job as a 9-1-1 Emergency Medical Dispatcher and moved with her husband to North Carolina, where she writes full-time.

Nancy is a member of Romance Writers of America, Heart of Carolina Romance Writers, Fantasy-Futuristic & Paranormal Romance Writers, and the Triangle Association of Freelancers. She loves to travel and attend Scottish Highland Games and is never far from her laptop. She finds story ideas in the most unusual places. Connect with her here:

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