For days now I'm been preparing for Beltane to come. No, I'm not awaiting any large Beltane celebration although I'd love to go to the one in Edinburgh someday. My awaiting it has been for writerly reasons, it being a topical time to promote my historical novel The Beltane Choice.
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My Beltane Competition to win an ecopy of The Beltane Choice will be drawn later today, but you might just manage to slip in an entry if you're really quick.
Check out my post of Sat 20th April HERE
Find the answer to this question...Which Beltane concept did I know I could definitely use in my novel The Beltane Choice?
...and then email your answer to firstname.lastname@example.org
Beltane does feature as a quandary for the lead female charcter as she has to make a very judicious choice of mate for Beltane but the story is a tale of love an war in Celtic /roman Britain during the more aggressive surges of the Roman Empire in AD 71. As a response to the breakdown of stability in the territory of the Brigantes, after its Queen Cartimandua and her former husband have been attacking each other, the Roman Governor Quintus Petilius Cerialis sets out to take firm control of the border areas of the Brigantes with all of their other Celtic neighbours.
Lorcan of the Brigantes and Nara of the Selgovae find a way to unite the tribes north of the lands of the Brigantes. Though not at first...
The Beltane Choice
Can the Celtic Tribes repel the Roman army? AD 71
Banished from the nemeton, becoming a priestess is no longer the future for Nara, a princess of the Selgovae tribe. Now charged with choosing a suitable mate before Beltane, her plan is thwarted by Lorcan, an enemy Brigante prince, who captures her and takes her to his hill fort. Despite their tribes fighting each other, Nara feels drawn to her captor, but time runs out for her secret quest.
As armies of the Roman Empire march relentlessly northwards, Lorcan intends to use Nara as a marriage bargain, knowing all Celtic tribes must unite to be strong enough to repel imminent Roman attack. Nara’s father, Callan, agrees to a marriage alliance between Selgovae and Brigante, but has impossible stipulations. Lorcan is torn between loyalty to his tribe and growing love for Nara.
When danger and death arrive in the form of the mighty Roman forces, will Nara be able to choose her Beltane lover?
“Leave me be, Brigante. By Rhianna, unhand me!” Her order had the effect she requested, though did not expect. Crashing to the ground, her swollen leg jarred a further time on the rough banking.
“You got what you wanted, did you not?” he gibed nastily, her attempt to hide the mutter of pain having been unsuccessful.
Unwilling to guard her tongue, she railed. “How would you know that? Revenge is all you care for.”
“Revenge? Aye, I want revenge, but I desire much more.”
His tone controlled, Lorcan loomed, his questioning relentless with barely time for a breath in between. Nara’s refusal to answer remained firm, yet her silence fanned the flames for he insisted.
“The warrior riding this fine horse–who was he to have such a prized animal? I know now he cannot have been your husband!”
His gaze strayed to her chest. Again. Nara felt a flare of gratification when he appeared exasperated with himself on realising. Ignoring his hurtful probing, and the tingling at her chest, she rolled to her feet and hobbled to the other side of the filly, favouring her weight on her good leg.
“Give answer. Was he your husband?”
“Nay, not my husband.” She confronted him, her words beseeching. “What did you do with Cearnach? I see no sign of him.”
Ignoring her plea, Lorcan tugged the horses away, keeping both reins when he agilely mounted the stallion.
He pulled her filly forwards, kicking his heels into Rowan’s flesh. Turning their direction south-eastwards he headed for the flat river’s edge leading to the deep forests far to their left.
If she escaped, she would be done with the infuriating man. Whirling around, she darted off for the edge of the woods.
Again, a humming spear blocked her path.
Wishing you a great Beltane Day.