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Genre: Romance
About jyndralLocation: Oklahoma Home Region: Age:35 Website: http://www.jenifernipps.com Favorite novels: The Dark-Hunter novels by SHerrilyn Kenyon and the Highlander novels by Karen Marie Moning Favorite writers: Sherrilyn Kenyon, Karen Marie Moning, Janet Evanovich, Mercedes Lackey, David Eddings, Terry Goodkind, Maya Angelou Favorite music: Anything but rap Non-noveling interests: making jewelry, reading, fashion/beauty, family |
Joined: octobre 2, 2004 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 5 NaNoWriMo buddies: 27
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Brief Author Bio: I'm a freelance writer in south-central Oklahoma. I have completed 2 historical romance novels and recently finished a romantic suspense. I have had 2 residencies at the Writers Colony at Dairy Hollow in Eureka Springs, Arkansas; last year I stayed for one month, this year for two weeks. The historical romances take place in central Ireland near the beginning of the Middle Ages. The second is 100 years after the first. This year's project is the third in the series and takes place 100 years after the second. |
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Synopsis: Benen's Burden
After a fire destroys his prized breeding program and part of the castle, Benen Maguire heals from his injuries, though his anger isn't quite so easily healed. Nerys Morgen, daughter to a Welsh noble, nurses him to physical and mental health, winning his heart in the process.
Excerpt: Benen's Burden
The Maguire Men - Book 3
BENEN'S BURDEN
Chapter 1
Flames blossomed from the stable roof as Benen Maguire, Duke of Beinn, raced down the stairs, leaving his position in the defense of the walls. The fighting continued behind him as he ran. He reached the stables as servants led the first of the horses out.
Smoke, flames, shouts from soldiers on both sides of the raid, and whinnies and human-like screams from the horses filled the air. Men already passed buckets along the water lines from the lake and the well to throw on the fire. Benen charged into the stable.
“Your Grace!” someone shouted behind him. He ignored them and kept going.
By memory, he went to the stall at the far end that housed his favored stallion. The beast bucked and neighed in fear. Benen opened the stall door and started to lead the horse out. It reared and its left front hoof grazed the duke’s chin. Though not full strength, the kick sent Benen to the dirt floor dazed while the fire spread. He saw a flaming beam fall. By reflex, he raised his arm up to shield his eyes and tried to roll out of the way.
In the distance, someone screamed. He dimly smelled burning flesh. He thought it odd that he would want to sleep at such a time.
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