Hello everyone and thanks for dropping in.  Please join me in welcoming this month’s guest, paranormal romance writer Vivi Dumas .

 

viv6[1]Camelot, Black Knights, and Romance

First, I would like to thank Deneice for having me. It’s always exciting and an honor when invited to someone else spot to chat up my books and share a little part of me with the readers.

As a girl, Camelot was this magical land with beautiful princesses and handsome princes. When I got a little older, it became this mystical land of romance and chivalry. I’m a grown woman now and still love the whimsy, passion, and the masculinity of a knight riding to the rescue.

As a very assertive and strong female, it’s nice to delve into a world where you can be a damsel in distress and not look weaker for it. I enjoy the formality of the medieval court. I like the thought of a strong man courting me, catering to my wishes. No matter how independent we pretend to be, I think most women secretly want to be rescued. Or at least wooed.

I never let go of my love for Camelot, King Arthur, and Lancelot. I wanted to be Lady Guinevere with a beauty worth betrayal. When I began writing a couple of years ago, I knew I want to revisit this tale and try to make it my own. The difficult piece was fitting it into my multi-cultural. While I loved the Arthurian tales, I still wanted people who looked like me to be a part of the story.

I knew I could do it. I just wasn’t sure how. I wanted to pull something out of the actual stories to incorporate the diversity. Of course I was prepared to hit a dead end. Can you imagine my joy when I found the story of Sir Morien in my research of the Arthurian legends? Yes. There were Black knights. Literally. The story was engaging. And I had my launch pad for my multi-cultural version of Camelot.

Sir Morien’s tale was the inspiration of my upcoming release with Breathless Press, Her Black Knight. It’s a time travel story with a contemporary twist. I don’t have a release date yet, but I hope you’ll add it to your TBR list and look for it when it’s out. Until then, here’s a passage from the story.

I would also like to giveaway an ebook copy of my Paranormal Romance, Soul Catcher to a lucky commenter. Tell us about your childhood fantasy and leave your email addy to enter.

I’ll leave you with the tagline to my Dueling with the Devil series.

If you’re gonna sin, make sure it’s worth it!

~ Vivi

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Her Black Knight

He ran the brush down the length of the mare. Her black coat carried a glossy sheen. Morien always admired the power and beauty of horses. The resort stables housed the highest quality animals. The last time he had seen horses of this caliber he was in Arabia, a territory close to his mother’s homeland in Northern Africa.

her_black_knight200x300[1]The lyrical sound of female laughter interrupted his wandering thoughts. Peering from behind his horse, he watched the two ladies cross the courtyard. He froze in midstroke, unable to tear his eyes from her. She tossed her head back, amused, the sun highlighting the tresses softly framing her oval face. Her golden skin reminded him of warm honey. Her bosoms strained against the green linen of her gown, pleading for him to release them. As she turned towards him, her brilliant smile and haunting gray eyes stole the breath from his chest.

Afraid, he darted behind the animal. It had been many years since he found interest in the opposite sex, but he never imagined it would cause him to react so foolishly. Fear never entered his vocabulary in the past, even in the darkest situations. This day, he cowered in the stables because a woman he had never met stole his fancy. This behavior was irrational and unbecoming of a male, especially a Knight of Arthur’s Round Table. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. He inhaled deeply to regain control of the rapid beating of his heart. His brothers would disown him should they witness his cowardice.

A boy dressed as a page entered the stable. “Good morrow, young sir,” Morien greeted him.

“Hallo, Sir Knight,” the blond lad answered.

Morien smoothed the last stroke down his mare. “Do you know who the Lady across the courtyard may be?”

“I heard she’s the Lady of the Manor this weekend. She is the hostess of the tournament. From America, my mother was saying.”

“Interesting,” he murmured, more to himself than the boy.

The boy stared at the tall knight. “Will you compete to be her champion?”

Morien fitted the saddle on his horse. “I guess I may. I am to compete today.”

“You know, you are very good with the talking like a knight. I try to play my character for the whole weekend, but it’s very hard. My mother corrects me all the time.”

This brought a smile to Morien’s lips. “Thank you, sir. I also try very hard. It took decades of practice.”

“Good luck in the tournament. I’ll cheer for you. I’ve never seen a black knight before.”

“There were many Moorish knights, as they called us during our time. And many of us served as Knights of the Round Table.” He donned his armor emblazoned with the crest of Camelot. Very few would recognize its relevance in this day and time.

In one swift motion, Morien mounted his horse. The page handed him his shield and lance. The heavy weight of the steel felt right in his hand. His lance balanced beautifully. A skilled artisan in Camelot had made it for him. Today, he was a knight again. For many years, he had traveled this foreign land searching for the Grail, as Merlin guided him to do. He almost forgot who he was and from whence he came. He missed the excitement of battle and the adventure of his prior life. But only when he found the Grail could he return to his homeland.

 

 

 

 

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