I'm excited to share with you about this new release by Rachel Rossano, one of my favorite indie authors, published on April 21!
Book 2 of Once Upon a Duchy
Rydaria lives as a prisoner in a tower library. Captured as a child, her
past is a mystery. Maintaining the literary treasures within her care,
she studies the world through books that give her a glimpse of the
freedom she craves.
A scribe by trade, Crispin has devoted the
last three years of his life seeking the lost heir of Avalene. He
travels to Worthenave’s famed library in hopes of finding the key.
Instead, he discovers a new mystery, a beautiful librarian who is locked
in with her books every night.
As the days pass, Crispin must
choose. Rydaria’s precarious situation is deteriorating. Meanwhile, his
duty demands he leave before the Duke of Worthenave uncovers his quest.
Still, the scribe can’t bring himself to abandon the captive in the
library tower, even if it costs him his mission.
Inspired by Rapunzel and East of the Sun West of the Moon
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About the Author
Rachel Rossano specializes in clean romantic fiction set in
historical-feeling fantasy worlds. She also dabbles in straightforward
historical romance and not-so-strict speculative fiction. A happily
married mother of three children, she divides her time between
mothering, teaching, and writing. She endeavors to enchant, thrill,
entertain, and amuse through her work. A constant student, she seeks to
improve her skills and loves to hear from readers.
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Distantly the noon bells sounded as I
lifted the first of the scrolls into place. Hoping that the stranger
would leave for his meal, I continued to replace the scrolls until at
least a score of minutes had passed. The last one slid home with
satisfying ease. Dusting myself off a bit, I descended to the first
floor to check if my meal had arrived.
Only one meal, the standard shavings of
meat, a small loaf of bread, a pot of salted butter, and a bit of
yellow cheese, lay on a tray at one end of the table. The jug of ale
and a wooden cup sat next to the food.
The stranger still lingered. His
satchel lay half-empty next to a mess of supplies and logbooks,
scratch paper, and empty ink bottles covering the other half of the
table. Pens in varying states of decay or disrepair were scattered
about as though someone had sought a functional implement in haste
and found them all lacking. Then, all of it had been shoved toward
the end of the table to make room for the tray and such. The delivery
boy had shown his customary lack of concern for anything beyond his
“Just push anything that is in the
way aside.” The stranger himself stood next to the shelves where I
had directed him, bent over the oldest log on the shelves.
“There is plenty of room, thank you,”
I replied as I set about breaking the loaf into pieces. “Did you
take your meal in the great hall?”
“I am well enough for now, thank
you.” He didn’t look up from his perusal of the ledger.
From all I had read, large men seemed
to require vast quantities of food. I glanced at the invader. He
definitely fit the definition of large, but he didn’t have the
manner of a warrior. I had seen many of those from my window perch
and at my tower’s gate over the years. Though, I would definitely
not consider him flabby or soft either.
As I considered the best descriptors
for him, he lifted his gaze from the ledger and met my gaze. One
golden-brown eyebrow rose in a silent question.
“You do not have the appearance of a
man who skips meals regularly.”
“True, I don’t usually, but this is
an exception.” He gestured to the laden shelves around us. “I
have no way of knowing I will be allowed in again tomorrow.”
I shrugged. “I suspect you will.
Worthenave likes showing off his collection, and admirers cannot
fully appreciate it in only a single survey.”
“I prefer not to risk it.” His
attention returned to the page.
Breaking my bread into two hunks, I
opened up one of the linen napkins on the tray. Spreading it out, I
set the bread hunk, half the cheese, and the meat shavings on it. I
then folded the linen so that the food wouldn’t fall out.
Delivering the bundle took a bit more
bravery, but I forced myself to act before I thought on it over much.
“To hold you until the evening meal,”
I explained as I dropped it on the open shelf near his elbow. I
returned to the table to focus on my own meal.
For a few moments, I feared he would
reject it, or worse, take offense that I had not believed him. Only
the sounds of him eating put me at ease enough to devour my own meal
efficiently. As I cleared away the remnants, he approached and
dropped the crumpled napkin on top of the pile.