Monday, 5 December 2011

Guest Blog: Penny Lockwood Ehrenkranz

Penny Lockwood Ehrenkranz has published more than 100 articles, 75 stories, two e books, a chapbook, and her stories have been included in two anthologies. She writes for both adults and children. Her fiction has appeared in numerous genre and children’s publications and non fiction work has appeared in a variety of writing, parenting, and young adult print magazines and on line publications. She edits for three small independent publishers.

Her anthology A Past and A Future, and her YA chapbook, Dragon Sight are available at Sam’s Dot Publishing and Smashwords. Love Delivery, Lady-in-Waiting and Mirror Mirror are available from MuseItUp Publishing. Her MG novel, Ghost for Rent and Ghost for Lunch, the sequel, and Boo’s Bad Day, and Many Colored Coats, picture books, are schedule for publication with 4RV.

Visit her web site at http://pennylockwoodehrenkranz.yolasite.com/. Her writing blog is at http://pennylockwoodehrenkranz.blogspot.com/


LADY-IN-WAITING

Through a series of misunderstandings, Mabriona is forced to live a lie, but when the man she loves awakes from his coma, will she confess her deceit?

Blurb: Mabriona is cousin to the beautiful and spoiled Princess Alana. When Alana is forced to marry a man she despises, Mabriona is torn between her loyalty to her cousin and her attraction to the handsome Prince Blayne.

Tragedy befalls the cousins on the way to Prince Blayne’s castle. Servants, believing Mabriona to be Alana, refuse to listen when she tries to explain.

While she waits for Blayne to recover, Mabriona meets his equally handsome younger brother, Madoc, a bard.

When Blayne awakes, will Mabriona choose life with a future king, will she be sent home in disgrace because of her inadvertent lies, or will Madoc win her love with his poetry?

Excerpt:

Mabriona assisted Alana down to the common dining hall as was her duty. The big room was warmed at both ends by huge hearths. In honor of Prince Blayne’s arrival, the boards had been scrubbed until they gleamed. Warm, fresh-baked loaves of bread graced each table, and the delicious aroma made Mabriona’s mouth water as they entered the room. Jars of honey mead sat within easy reach of all. Pewter bowls piled high with fresh picked apples and pears were artfully placed. Serving wenches waited, poised, with huge pots of steaming porridge.

King Cedric already sat at the upper table with Prince Blayne at his right hand. His face lit up with a smile when Alana and Mabriona approached. His voice boomed as he greeted his daughter, “Here she is, the flower of my life.”

Mabriona’s breath caught in her throat as her eyes met Blayne’s. As Alana had feared, the young prince was dark-haired with eyes the color of jet, his stature kingly. Broad shoulders and well-muscled arms nicely filled out his deep purple brocaded doublet. A full beard of coarse black hair covered his cheeks and chin, but what stopped Mabriona was his smile. Never before had she seen someone’s face light up like the sun rising on a summer’s morn. Yet, this was what came to her mind. Clearly, Blayne’s smile was meant for her, but why?

He stood and walked toward the women. “Princess Alana,” he said, bowing before Mabriona, his glance speaking words of heat and passion.

“Oh no, Your Highness,” Mabriona said, blushing. “I am Princess Alana’s lady-in-waiting, Lady Mabriona.” She felt Alana glaring daggers at her and quickly curtseyed to hide her embarrassment. Alana made it clear earlier she wasn’t attracted to dark-haired men, why is she so angry? It isn’t my fault the prince was confused. Alana looked down at the floor before glancing up at the handsome prince.

“Forgive me, Lady Mabriona. I’ve made an unthinkable error.” Prince Blayne bowed again and then turned to Alana. “Your Highness, your beauty should have made it clear to me you are my intended.”

Mabriona’s heart sunk. She saw Alana’s cold look as Blayne bowed and took her hand to kiss. She knew then that Alana hated him, yet Alana would marry him as her father decreed. It was unfair, but Mabriona was already wise enough to know she couldn’t change her lot in life. Alana would marry the handsome prince and live happily ever after, and she would remain the ever-faithful servant catering to Princess Alana’s every wish.

Blayne grasped Alana’s elbow and led her to the table to sit beside him. Yet as Mabriona watched them, Blayne’s gaze slid back to her, lingering as if he could imprint her image upon his soul. Her knees felt weak, and Mabriona quickly took a seat at the far end of the board. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest. What was happening to her? Prince Blayne was not the first man to have caught her eye, yet he was certainly the first to have affected her so she could barely breathe. Unobserved and temporarily forgotten, she watched the couple. Just as she suspected, Alana kept her nose in the air and cringed each time Blayne looked at or touched her. King Cedric would get an earful as soon as Alana got him alone, of that Mabriona was certain. Her heart bled for the handsome prince.

She looked up to see Alana motioning furiously at her. She went to the princess and bent near her. “Yes, Princess?”

“Get me out of here, now,” Alana whispered harshly.

Mabriona offered her hand, and Alana rose from her place. Blayne looked up, catching Mabriona’s gaze. His eyes sparkled, and a smile spread across his face. He bowed his head slightly. He openly flirted with her. This could not be happening. If King Cedric saw the interplay, what would he think? Blayne was the intended of Alana. Things could not get any worse. Her thoughts tumbled like the bones the guards threw when they played at betting games.


MIRROR, MIRROR

Lindsey Baker’s purchase of an antique mirror sends her back in time to salvage a love torn apart by class restrictions.

Blurb: Lindsey Baker is intrigued by everything about the middle ages, but when she purchases an antique mirror and a costume to attend a Renaissance Faire, she suddenly finds herself transported back in time. There she finds she’s been called by a witch to right a terrible wrong.

Graham loves Prudence, but he can’t marry her because he’s landed gentry, and she is only the baker’s daughter. Before Lindsey can return to her own time, she must convince Graham to marry against his father’s wishes. Unfortunately, she also finds herself falling for the handsome gentleman.

Excerpt:

“Fool-born child! Watch where you are walking. The master will have your hide for getting mud all over his clean shirts.”

Someone pulled her ear—hard—and Lindsey yelped with pain. She was tugged up into a kneeling, then standing position, before she opened her eyes. She realized in the first moment she was no longer in Oregon.

“Where is your cap? If the master sees you with your hair hanging down all over your face, he will switch us both.”

She stared wide-eyed as a large, buxom woman bent down, picked up dirty white shirts from the ground, and thrust them into Lindsey’s arms.

“‘Tis not here. Take my extra one.” The woman grabbed Lindsey’s hair, balled it, and shoved it into a long, sleeve-like cap, which came to Lindsey’s forehead and fell down around her shoulders. Balancing the load of shirts with one hand, she felt the cap. Not a shred of her hair was showing.

“Um, thanks,” she said.

“Well, donna be thanking me now. You just watch what you be doing next time, clumsy girl. Now march back into the washhouse and get the mud off those shirts. When you have finished, hang them out to dry. Then get you into the kitchen and help cook with dinner.” The woman brushed her hands off; then she smoothed her apron and marched through a courtyard toward a large stone house.

Dumbfounded, Lindsey stood where the woman left her. She looked down at herself and saw she still wore her second-hand clothes from St. Vincent de Paul’s. Her feet were bare. Then she noticed the woman walking away from her was also barefooted. Despite the muddy courtyard, the air was warm and so was the soil. But where am I? As she looked around, the structure of the buildings reminded her of pictures from her British History course in college.

In the opposite direction from which the woman took, Lindsey noticed a path leading to a small outbuilding. Smoke rose from a chimney. She trudged back to the washhouse, opened the door but stepped back outside when her eyes began to tear, and the heat blasted her face. Do people actually work under these conditions? With the door opened, some of the smoke and steam cleared, and she was able to see a large wooden tub sitting on metal legs straddling hot coals. Lindsey dumped the load of shirts into the tub, picked up a stick and stirred the load in the water. Before long, her muscles ached, and she had blisters on her hands. Once the tears began, there was no stopping them. Until this point, she hadn’t thought much beyond putting one foot in front of the other. She collapsed on a small overturned crate and with head in hands, had a good cry.

With red, puffy eyes, and stuffed nose, Lindsey looked up when the door opened. A wizened old woman leaning on a cane shuffled in. She looked at Lindsey with questioning eyes. “Is it really you, Mistress?” she asked.

“What do you mean? Who am I supposed to be?” Lindsey responded between sobs.

The old woman began to dance. “It worked! It worked!”

Lindsey wiped the tears from her eyes with the bottom of her skirt. “What worked?” she asked, realizing this woman might know what happened.

“Why the summoning I did for Mistress Prudence. So you’re the one, eh?” The old woman pinched Lindsey’s cheek and turned Lindsey’s face from side to side to get a good look. “Well you do look like the young Mistress.

When are you from, then?”

“You did say when, not where?”

“Of course. I know you’re not from now, foolish simpkin. I brung you here.”

“This morning it was 2011. I’m not sure what year it is now.”

“‘Tis the year 1421, and you need to get busy, little missy. You need to get the Master to accept Prudence as his bride. Soon as you do, we can send you back from whence you came.”

Lindsey stood and looked down at the little woman. “Just how do you propose I do that? Who is this master, anyway?”

“Why, he be the master of the house. He loves our Prudence, he does, but his father wants him to marry for money. He’s just distraught our Master is. I wager you be a smart woman. You can get our Master to marry you. I canna help you anymore, but I’ll be watching you.” The crone turned and shuffled toward the door.



Buy Penny's Books:

Love Delivery
http://tinyurl.com/4ajo9wz
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B005GPRQEC

Lady in Waiting
http://tinyurl.com/6u4keh5

Mirror, Mirror
https://museituppublishing.com/bookstore2

A Past and A Future
http://www.genremall.com/anthologiesr.htm#pastfuture
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/62608

Dragon Sight
http://www.genremall.com/fictionr.htm#dragonsight

Ghost for Rent, coming 2012

Ghost for Lunch, coming September, 2013

Many Colored Coats, coming October, 2014

Boo's Bad Day, coming June, 2015
http://4RVpublishingllc.com/Childrens_Books.html


Find out about Penny:
 
Website: http://pennylockwoodehrenkranz.yolasite.com/
Blog: http://pennylockwoodehrenkranz.blogspot.com/
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Twitter: http://twitter.com/pennyehrenkranz
Author page at MuseItUp Publishing:
https://museituppublishing.com/musepub/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=130&Itemid=82

11 comments:

Lindsay Townsend said...

Welcome to the Lindsay's Romantics blog, Penny!

Penny Ehrenkranz said...

Good morning, Lindsay. Thank you for hosting me today during my blog tour. I appreciate your support.

Pat Dale said...

Hi, Penny and Lindsay. I love to read about my fellow authors. good luck with your latest, Penny. The cover of Lady in Waiting intrigues me. That castle in the background looks very much like the one I saw recently on the Food Channel. The program was Two Fat Ladies, who do their work in the food galley of a castle like this in Ireland. Just had to comment on that. PD

Cindy said...

Hi Penny & Lindsay. I love the premise for Mirror, Mirror What a wonderful idea for time travel. So tell me *wink* does he marry Pru??

Nancy said...

Please enter me in this contest. Thank you.

Penny Ehrenkranz said...

Hi Pat, thanks for commenting. I don't know where Susannah got the photo of the castle which she used, but it is certainly lovely. Thanks for sharing.

Cindy, that would be telling, and Lindsay doesn't kiss and tell :-)

Nancy, everyone who comments is entered. Thanks for stopping.

Anonymous said...

Both sound interesting, but I would love to win Mirror, Mirror.
Patricia
panthers.ravens@yahoo.com

Penny Ehrenkranz said...

Patricia, thanks so much for following along on the blog tour. If your name is picked, I'll send you Mirror, Mirror. You're certainly increasing your odds by visiting all the blog stops!

Karen Cioffi said...

Penny, your books sound like great reads. Have a great tour!

Karen Cioffi Writing and Marketing

Penny Ehrenkranz said...

Karen, nice to "see" you. Thanks for following along on the tour.

Susanne Drazic said...

Hi Penny! Another great stop on your blog tour.