When I got the author copies of my first book, I held one in my hand and realized how much of myself I had revealed in that book. I’m an introvert and rather private person and I said to my husband, Ron, “I hope everyone buys a copy and no one reads it.”
Jennifer Crusie once said that a writer dances naked on every page. How right she is!
I’m so glad my husband is an extrovert because every one of my heroes is based on him. Ron is very thin and he used to point to the muscle-bound hunks on my covers and tell everyone that was him. It got a good laugh. But inside the book, and inside each of my heroes, is the heart of my husband. Ranulf, the hero of Conquest of the Heart, is definitely based on Ron.
My heroines, on the other hand are not based on me. Well, yes and no. My daughter reads my books and says, “Oh, yes, Mom, that’s you.” But the heroine of Conquest of the Heart is a high-energy person and I am definitely not! She is also organized, strong, and capable. Qualities I wish I had!
So, if that’s me in the pages of my books, I’m going to write the very best me I can be!
Conquest of the Heart
Her people conquered his country. How can they overcome the distrust they feel to find love?
In 1067 England, Madeline, a Norman, wants a big, brash, never-defeated-in-battle, Norman knight. What she gets, by order of the king, is a wiry Saxon who once studied for the priesthood instead of warfare. But is this gentle man she is falling in love with entangled in the rebellion now sweeping the land?
Ranulf wants to marry the girl next door. What he gets, by order of the king, is a lush, strong Norman woman who just might be a spy reporting his every move. He wants her in every way a man can possibly want a woman. But can he trust his heart to a woman who might have been sent to root out the struggle for freedom his people are engaged in?
He let his gaze travel back to his bride walking stiffly, reluctantly, toward him. For once, Ranulf felt speech was beyond him. She was so much more than he had expected. So beautiful. So clean. She glittered like a bright jewel in a dung heap. For Etherby, no matter how much he loved it, was not much better than one right now.
If only he could say to this magnificent woman, “Go away. Come back in a year. Give me time to build the castle the king has ordered, tear down this rotting hall, teach cleanliness to servants to whom filth is a way of life. Then you won’t have to grit your teeth and square our shoulders as if going into battle as you come to wed me.” But it was already too late. She was here. The wedding was now. And he felt as randy as a billy goat.
He would begin building the king’s castle immediately. The work would distract him from Lady Madeline’s seductive lure. She would find no treason with which to fill the king’s ears, and, like his mother’s attitude toward his father, he was sure the lady would be glad not to have him in her bower, not the way he felt now, the things he wanted to do to her.
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Michele Stegman has always loved history and she lives it every day. She spins, weaves, makes her own soap and bread, and lives in a 175 year old log cabin with her husband, Ron, who is the basis for all her heroes.