September 1366 Groomed by Sir Carrol to surrender her beloved Langeston after the death of her Father, Lady Bethany St. James surrenders to the wrong Lord whose army surrounds the walls of her home. Commanded by King Edward lll, Lord Royce Clyfton, Earl of Highmount takes Langeston in the easiest conquest of his career. The King's orders were to wed Langeston's daughter immediately to avoid question of the legitimacy of his claim. To his horror, he discovers his bride is only two weeks into her fifteenth year, the same age as his youngest sister. To him she was a child on the verge of womanhood, with problems that must be overcome before he would claim her as his wife. They face trials as well as good times as they work their way through a glorious surrender.
About the Author: Who is Nickii Fowler? No one special. Someone very special. Someone with an identity crisis and someone who knows exactly who she is. In truth, someone who isn't very concerned about that. I am who and what I am. I have loved writing all of my life, and spent many a day in grade school writing a story while listening to the teacher. I was always good at multiple tasking even before we had a name for it. At school there was a following of students who avidly awaited the next installment of my latest scribbling. This continued all my years of school and overflowed into my working years. Until one day in my early twenties after completing three manuscripts that were accidentally tossed out, began my long waltz with writers block. Thirty five blinking' years. I could write a report for work, write essay in college, write a letter, re-write a play for church, but not one word for a story of my own. For those who haven't experienced something like this, it's extremely painful. For me it's not that I want to write, but that I have to write. Words, plots, and thoughts begin rolling around my head from the moment I wake up. They were there but wouldn't form a line to travel down my arm and onto the page. So I oil painted, traveled around the world, worked in ceramics, made a few porcelain baby dolls for my mother, crocheted some blankets, took up beading for a while, and dabbled in creating stained glass, with a smidgeon of sand blasting glass. Always there was a study of history, and my beloved genealogy. Combining the two was a natural evolution, resulting in my historical romance novels. Happy reading!