Monday, July 16, 2012

Lindsay Townsend, The Snow Bride and A Christmas Sleeping Beauty

AUTHOR:  Lindsay Townsend
PUBLISHER: BOOKSTRAND  and MuseItUp Publishing
WHAT IS IT?: The Snow Bride (Ebook)
HOW ISTHE WINNER TO BE CHOSEN?: By people commenting on the blog and Penny will choose one at random.  Be sure to leave contact information in your comment!
WHO WILL DELIVER THE PRIZE TO WINNER?: Lindsay will send an ARC to the winner once notified who the winner is.

Tell me a little about your book.

Both of my Christmas stories are based on fairy tales – THE SNOW BRIDE is my medieval historical romance ‘take’ on Beauty and the Beast and A CHRISTMAS SLEEPING BEAUTY is my version of Sleeping Beauty.

What gave you the idea for this particular story?  

I find fairy and folk stories full of rich ideas that I like to adapt in my own writing. Fairy stories give me high stakes, romance and a happy ending.

Is there anything in your story based upon a real life event? If so, tell me about it.  

THE SNOW BRIDE is partly inspired by walking through snowy woods in winter where I live in England, Yorkshire.

Why did you choose to write a story with a Christmas theme?  

Christmas is a time of hope and reflection and new beginnings, it’s a family time. These are all themes that move me.

Do you see special challenges to marketing a book with a seasonal theme?  If so, what are they?

I think the challenges of marketing are the same as marketing any title – there are so many good stories out there and how can you let readers know about yours? The particular seasonal aspect of certain stories does mean that a time limit is involved – I like to promote my A CHRISTMAS SLEEPING BEAUTY just after Thanksgiving and until just after the New Year.

How long before Christmas did you submit to your publisher? 

In both cases a few months.

How and why did you choose this publisher?  

For THE SNOW BRIDE I chose Bookstrand because I have worked with them before and found them very good, especially with the editing and putting my work onto the various new selling platforms such as Amazon, Kobo, etc. For A CHRISTMAS SLEEPING BEAUTY I chose MuseItUp, a publisher new to me but one I’ve been highly satisfied with. The editing, covers and exposure have all been superb.

What about your book makes it special?  

I hope the intensity of emotion between the hero and heroine in both THE SNOW BRIDE and A CHRISTMAS SLEEPING BEAUTY mark out these books. I love to write tender romance blossoming into richer, deeper romance, romance too with adventure and high stakes.

What does Christmas mean to you? 

A time of peace, family and remembering and helping others.

What is your favorite Christmas memory?  

When I was eight my parents gave me a doll and lots of wonderful dolls clothes which my mum had made for the doll.  I had a particularly lovely Christmas that year.

What was your favorite stocking stuffer?  


What was your favorite Christmas present

See above, about the memory.

Where can people learn more about you and your work? 

She is Beauty, but is he the Beast?
Elfrida, spirited, caring and beautiful, is also alone. She is the witch of the woods and no man dares to ask for her hand in marriage until a beast comes stalking brides and steals away her sister. Desperate, the lovely Elfrida offers herself as a sacrifice, as bridal bait, and she is seized by a man with fearful scars. Is he the beast?

In the depths of a frozen midwinter, in the heart of the woodland, Sir Magnus, battle-hardened knight of the Crusades, searches ceaselessly for three missing brides, pitting his wits and weapons against a nameless stalker of the snowy forest. Disfigured and hideously scarred, Magnus has finished with love, he thinks, until he rescues a fourth 'bride', the beautiful, red-haired Elfrida, whose innocent touch ignites in him a fierce passion that satisfies his deepest yearnings and darkest desires.

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Magnus  was worried. The fire he had made should have brought his people. It was an old signal, well-known between them. His men should have reached the village by now—that had been the arrangement. They were bringing traps and provisions, in covered wagons, and hunting dogs and horses. He had been impatient to start his pursuit of the Forest Grendel and so rode ahead, returning with the messenger until that final stretch when the man turned off to his home. He had ridden on alone, finding the wayside shrine.
But from then, all had gone awry. Instead of the monster, he had found an ailing witch, and the snow storm had lost him more tracks and time.
Magnus shook his head, turning indulgent eyes to the small, still figure on the rough pallet. At least the little witch had slept through the night and day, snug and safe, and he had been able to make her a litter from woven branches. He would give his fire signal a little longer and then return Elfrida to her village. There he might find someone who could translate between them.
Perhaps she did have power, for even as he looked at her, she sat up, the hood of her cloak falling away, and stared at him in return. She said something, then repeated it, and he drew in a great gulp of cold air in sheer astonishment, then laughed.
“I know what you said!” He wanted to kiss her, spots and all.
He burst into a clumsy canter, dragging his peg leg a little and almost tumbling onto her bed. She caught him by the shoulders and tried to steady him but collapsed under his weight.
They finished in an untidy heap on the pallet, with Elfrida hissing by his ear, “Why you have done such a foolish thing as to burn all our fuel?”
He rolled off her, knocked snow off his front and beard and said in return, “How did you know I would know the old speech, the old English?”
“I dream true, and I dreamed this.” She was blushing, though not, he realized quickly, from shyness.
“Why burn so wildly?” she burst out, clearly furious. “You have wasted it! All that good wood gone to ash!”
“My men know my sign and will come now the storm has gone.” He had not expected thanks or soft words, but he was not about to be scolded by this red-haired nag.
“That is your plan, Sir Magnus? To burn half the forest to alert your troops?”
“A wiser plan than yours, madam, setting yourself as bait. Or had your village left you hanging there, perhaps to nag the beast to death?”
Her face turned as scarlet as the fire. “So says any witless fool! ’Tis too easy a charge men make against women, any woman who thinks and acts for herself. And no man orders me!”
Magnus swallowed the snort of laughter filling up his throat. He doubted she saw any amusement in their finally being able to speak to each other only to quarrel. Had she been a man or a lad, he would have knocked her into the snow, then offered a drink of mead, but such rough fellowship was beyond him here.
“And how would you have fought off any knave, or worse, that found you?” he asked patiently. “You did not succeed with me.”
“There are better ways to vanquish a male than brute force. I knew what I was about!”
“Truly? You were biding your time? And the pox makes you alluring?”
“Says master gargoyle! My spots will pass!”
“Or did you plan to scatter a few herbs, perhaps?”
He thought he heard her clash her teeth together. “I did not plan my sickness, and I do not share my secrets! Had you not snatched me away, had you not interfered, I would know where the monster lives. I would have found my sister! I would be with her!” Her voice hitched, and a look of pain and dread crossed her face. “We would be together. Whatever happens, I would be with her.”
“This was Christina?”
Is Christina, not was, never was! I know she lives!”
Magnus merely nodded, his temper cooling rapidly as he marked how her color had changed and her body shook. A desperate trap to recover a much-loved sister excused everything, to his way of thinking.
She called you a gargoyle! This piqued his vanity and pride.
But she does not think you the monster, Magnus reminded himself in a dazzled, shocked wonder, embracing that knowledge like a lover. 

 A Christmas Sleeping Beauty - out now on Amazon Kindle, Barnes and Noble,  All Romance Ebooks and many other sellers!
If you fancy a sweet, short Christmas fantasy read, why not try my A CHRISTMAS SLEEPING BEAUTY - out now. 5 Stars reader review on Amazon! 4 Hearts at Sizzling Hot Books! 5 Red Roses from Red Roses For Authors!

 Best wishes, Lindsay Townsend.
Handsome, confident, a touch arrogant, Prince Orlando thinks that now he has found Sleeping Beauty, his kiss will wake her at once. When it does not, he realizes he has much to learn about life, and love.

Princess Rosie, trapped in her enchanted sleep, dreams of a mysterious man. Is he a rescuer, or a nightmare? She must fight to recover herself, and all before Christmas, for time is running out.

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The girl curled on her side, fast asleep in the middle of the twilight-blue silken sheets, was glorious, fit for any prince, even for him. Small, with long, glossy black hair, she had a lithe, flawless figure and the most perfect pink little mouth. Lips sweeter than sugar cane, he wagered, congratulating himself for a third time.

He rolled her onto her back and straightened out her slim, taut limbs. She did not stir. Her breath was sweeter than peppermint and her skin like ivory, tinted faintly with rose. In this gloomy chamber, unlit by windows or torches, she glowed like a pearl, as if lit from within. Her nightdress was white and trimmed with lace, the kind of old-fashioned gown his grandmother used to wear. He imagined himself ripping it from her, plundering those lush pink lips for kiss after kiss as she gasped her thankfulness and gratitude, and he made her his, right here in the great bed. And after that, of course, the kingdom would be his, for her parents would make him their heir.

A swift marriage in the cathedral before Christmas, and all would be well. He would hire tutors for her, to teach her the modern ways, but if she was as soft and obedient as his grandmother had been, then all would be very well indeed.

And I am going to marry her, he thought.

He tugged off his boots and sank onto the bed. He would kiss her forehead first and then her mouth, he decided. He caught her wrists in one of his large hands, so she would not scratch him when she woke.

Her flesh was warm and fragrant. A small pulse thudded in her temple as she responded to him. The weariness of his long hunt for this fabled kingdom dropped away as he knelt on top of her, careful not to crush her with his weight, and lowered his head.

A snap behind him had him sprawling off her, knife ready, shielding his prize.

He relaxed, realizing a log had collapsed in the fireplace, and turned back.

"None shall take her from you, eh, Prince?"

Out of nowhere, a woman had appeared beside the carefully laid fire. She was nearly as tall as himself, with iron-gray hair and a handsome, if sharp, face. She was robed in the latest fashion and carried a sheath of yellow iris which she proceeded to arrange into a tall blue vase beside the bed. "I suppose you tried to defend her, at least."

Orlando fingered his dagger. "Who are you, woman? Some kind of ghost?"

"There." She gave the flowers a final shake. "These are some of her favorites. Have you brought flowers?"

"What for?"

"For the princess!" She gave him an expression he had last seen on the harassed face of his Latin tutor. "Do you expect to woo her with nothing?"

Cursing under his breath, even as he felt the heat of his temper pound in his head, Prince Orlando decided things had gone far enough. He slammed his knife back into its sheath. Next, defying the mysterious stranger, or rather ignoring her, he lifted the sleeping young woman into his arms and kissed her firmly on the lips.

Her head fell back a little, but she slept on.


  1. They both sound great...I love a fairytale!

  2. I've read the Snow Bride and it is a lovely story. Great interview!

  3. Congratulations on your books, Lindsay. I love the fairy tales of my childhood. Your stories sound like great reads.

    Nice interview. I enjoyed learning more about you and your work.

  4. Sounds like a great read! I'm partial to Snow reads, too (it's my last name :). Thanks for the giveaway, too!

  5. Congrats Lindsay! Love fairy tales, especially when they are given new life.

  6. Lindsay, thank you for participating in the Christmas in July blogfest, and thank you to all who stopped by to comment.

    The random drawing winner is Meradeth! Congratulations. I hope you enjoy Lindsay's book. She'll get in touch with you soon.

  7. Congratulations, Meradeth! Thanks for commenting. A copy of my 'The Snow Bride' has now been sent to you.I do hope you enjoy it. (How apt, given your last name.)

    Many thanks, Penny, for hosting me!
    Many thanks, Brandi, Kimm, Beverly and Nancy for commenting - sorry you didn't win this time.

  8. Lindsay, it was my pleasure. I wanted to pick my own name! I loved A Christmas Sleeping Beauty and will have pick up a copy of The Snow Bride.