My Place - Awakening by Scarlett Valentine

This week, I welcome erotic romance author Scarlett Valentine to My Place. Let's hear it from her...

Scarlett Valentine was born and raised in Northern California in an area known as America's Salad Bowl. It was home to many authors, including John Steinbeck, and for a while Jack London and Robert Louis Stevenson.
In 1997, Scarlett had the opportunity to travel to Ireland on an extended holiday. She met a man and stayed. Celebrating more than fourteen years in Ireland, she has traveled the country extensively and has lived in Dublin, Cork, Wicklow and Kildare, loving every minute of it.
Scarlett has always enjoyed writing. Her professional writing life began as a book reviewer in 1995, and she has published travel articles since 1998. She's an avid castle hunter and photographer so it's no wonder castles show up in most of her stories. She loves travel and research, both of which give Scarlett ideas for her stories. Scarlett’s favorite places to travel include Scotland and Wales, and of course back home to Northern California.
2 November 2011 marks the beginning of Scarlett's erotomance series, The ABCs of S-E-X: Love by the Letter. Awakening is the first book off the mark and is being published by Tirgearr Publishing. This story is hot, hot, hot! 

This ain't your grandma's erotica! ;-)

My Place:

AWAKENING is set in Northern Wales on the western side of the Snowdonia mountain range, above small village called Rhyd Ddu, meaning Black Ford in the Welsh language. The area is stunningly scenic with a small lake, Llyn y Dywarchen, on a plateau in the mountains above the village and a view across the land to Caernarfon and the Irish Sea. The landscape is a mix of forest and woodland, grassy pastures dotted with sheep and quaint villages. It’s all this and more than endears Wales to me.

While Rhyd Ddu Castle is a work of fiction, it was based on a real castle in another part of the Snowdonia National Park called Dolwyddelan Castle. Dolwyddelan was actually built in 1210 so not too far off my date of 1149. And it was built by princes of Gwynedd as the principle strategic keep guarding the southern part of Snowdonia. The site consisted of the main keep, outer buildings and a high stone wall. Set on an elevation gave those in the keep an excellent view of the valley, and any and all who approached. This was the type of keep I wanted for Bedwyr so I created Rhyd Ddu Castle and set it against the eastern slopes of Snowdonia.

Snowdonia is a mountain region at the heart of the ancient Kingdom of Gwynedd (Gwenneth), a region ruled by some of Wales’ most powerful kings, including Llywellyn the Great. In fact, Awakening is set during the time of Llywellyn’s grandfather, King Owain Gwynedd.

Mount Snowdon is the highest peak in Snowdonia, reaching an elevation of 3560 feet above sea level. It’s not quite a mile high, but from the peak, on a clear day and in the right weather conditions, views have been estimated at 150 miles. That might not seem a lot until you consider what can be seen—Scottish Highlands, the English Channel and Ireland!

In more recent times, Snowdonia, as much of Wales, has seen a lot of coal and slate mining. Slate mining dominated the Snowdonia region and today many of the old rail companies have restored the narrow gauge rails and offer journeys for tourist. One such line goes to Snowdon’s summit for the spectacular views. I’ve been on train tours around Snowdonia and to the summit at Snowdon, and while I’m generally terrified of heights, the views from Snowdon are so spectacular that all my fears are pushed aside.
Not to sound like a tourist ad, but anyone visiting North Wales today will find a region ripe with national heritage, pride and identity. It’s a region where the people speak Welsh as a first language and English for the tourists. Traditional meals are found on every menu across the region, and hand crafts are still one of the main industries. I’d move to Wales in a heartbeat, given half the chance!
I hope readers of Awakening will fall in love with the region as I have, and of course, Bedwyr and Ysbail!


AWAKENING, book one of The ABCs of S-E-X: Love by the Letter series
Ysbail of Ellesmere is a pawn in her guardian's war. For decades there has been unrest between the marcher lords and Owain Gwynedd ap Gruffydd, King of Gwynedd. The most recent war had been the bloodiest she could remember in her eighteen years. Madog ap Maredudd, Prince of Powys, and his allies lost untold numbers of men at the hands of Owain's soldiers. When a settlement of truce is presented to Madog, it's at Ysbail's expense. She is to marry Bedwyr ap Owain, one of King Owain’s bastard sons, and his most notorious henchman. If all the rumors and stories she's heard are true, she knows her marriage will be rife with horror and fear.
Since proving himself worthy with his sword, Bedwyr fights at his king's side. He's shed oceans of blood and sent untold numbers of men to their graves. He's become what his name foretold—the grave-knower. He's afraid of nothing, least of all death. All men fear him, including those who fight at his side, and sometimes even his own king. Terror of him lives within women's hearts; only the bravest of whores accept him into their beds. And children weave their own tales of the monster they hear him to be, embellishing the details to their own gruesome degrees.
When King Owain informs Bedwyr that he's to marry Ysbail of Ellesmere as part of a peace settlement with Madog, Bedwyr is furious. A man such as Bedwyr can only survive on the battlefield. For without love, hatred will send a man like him to the edge of insanity. Then push him over. But when Bedwyr sees Ysbail for the first time, blood-thirst turns to blood-lust, and he vows to show her that she should have no fear of him.


Chapter One
Rhyd Ddu, mountains of Eryri, Cymru — 1149

  “Take it off, Ysbail.” 
  She stood her ground, shoulders back, gazing into her husband’s black eyes, daring him to make her.
  Their marriage was still fresh in her mind, as was the humiliating bedding that followed. He had granted her some respect in the task by ushering would-be witnesses from the chamber, but he had done no more than that before laying her on the bed, lifting her gown, and taking her most precious possession. While he had apologized for what must be done, she still had not liked it. His taking of her had been swift and every bit as horrible as she had heard it would be.
  Her father,  Alun ap Wnffre of Ellesmere, had been the governor and close friend of Madog ap Maredudd, Prince of Powys. Her mother had died in childbirth, and Ysbail had barely been out of swaddling when her father was killed fifteen years previously during one of the frequent border wars. Madog had promised to raise her until she was of marriageable age. With the rapidity of the event, she felt Madog could not wait to be free from his responsibility. So afraid she might bolt, he had waited until her arrival in Oswestry from her home at Ellesmere to tell her of her betrothal.
  He was right to worry, for she was to marry Bedwyr ap Owain, one of King Owain Gwynedd’s bastard sons, and his most notorious henchman. Legends preceded Bedwyr. She grew up hearing tales of his bloodlust and the carnage left in his wake. He was what his name foretold, for Bedwyr meant grave-knower.
  “Take it off, Ysbail. I would see you now.”
  She inhaled sharply at his repeated command, his gaze piercing through the chamber’s heavy shadows. The only light came from the small fire in the hearth, which only served to enhance her husband’s fearsome visage.
  Bedwyr was not unpleasant to look upon. Had she not already known of his reputation, and despite the scar crossing his left brow, she might have called him handsome. Dark, unruly waves hung about his shoulders. More often than not, they also shielded his eyes and hid high cheekbones. Belying his shaggy and unkempt appearance, he preferred a shaven face, which accented his ever-present scowl and served to deepen his features. His smile, if it could be called such, looked more like a snarl—the white of his teeth being the only brightness about him. 
  Just the size of her husband should have frightened her, never mind his looks. But in the time it took to travel from Oswestry to Bedwyr’s keep high in the mountains, he had been nothing but considerate and thoughtful. He had not tried to bed her again during their journey, but she knew once they arrived he would waste no time forcing himself upon her. He was a man after all. At least he had given her a pair of weeks to adjust to her new home before making it clear he would come to her. Earlier in the day, he had ordered she and her meager belongings be moved into his chamber. The lustful look she saw on his face told her in no uncertain terms that he would take her again this night.
  She knit her brows together, hoping to emphasize her scowl and displeasure at what was to come. When she made no effort to yield to him, he reached up and pulled free the laces at the top of her gown. He slipped a single finger under the edge of the fabric, letting the back of it brush one of her nipples. She gasped at the sensation.
  “Remove it or I will do it for you.” His voice was deep in timbre yet low in volume, yet spoke of his determined insistence. Stranger or no, she knew she would do his bidding or suffer his wrath.
  She felt her nostrils flare as she breathed deeply, trying to control her racing heart.
  With trembling fingers, she loosened the ties and pulled the gown over her head, letting it fall to the floor beside her. The fabric of her shift rasped her breasts. She knew without looking down that her heaving bosom was well in evidence, for the look on her husband’s face told her.
“The shift as well.”
  She swallowed hard while continuing to gaze at him. She kept her spine stiff, refusing to cower before him. She would not let him see her apprehension.
  Removing the final barrier between them, she let it slip from her fingers onto the pooled gown.
  It was her wifely duty to give her husband what he wanted without their private chamber, and within. Her only solace was that if the task went as quickly as before, she could endure it. Just.
  “Ysbail,” he murmured, gawping at her and unmoving. Was there a hint of surprise in his voice?
  Perhaps he had changed his mind about bedding her once he saw her petite form and the smallness of her breasts. Now that he was seeing her fully for the first time it was very possible she repulsed him.
  Not so, she found. Her flesh prickled as he raked her with his burning gaze. When she tried to shield herself, he gently brushed her hands away.
  “No, cariad. Do not hide yourself from me. You are exquisite. I wish to look at you.”
  Reluctantly, she lowered her arms to her sides. Bedwyr touched every bit of her with his gaze. The defiant flush she felt on her cheeks a moment before now warmed her entire body. Or was it heat from the fire prickling her naked flesh?
  He stepped slowly around her and came to a stop at her back. She would not look to see what he was about. She squeezed her eyes shut and wished it over with, whatever was to come.
  Then his warm, battle-roughened hands were on her shoulders. He sought not to still her or keep her from running — ‘twas just a touch. Her bedding had been little more than pushing her skirts about her waist. He had not even touched her when he leaned over her and thrust himself into her. But now . . .
  His hands slid across her bare shoulders to the nape of her neck. Licks of fire trailed in the wake of his fingers. A moment later she felt him unweaving her hair from the long plait she wore. He finger-combed the strands and spread them over her shoulders, the long fair curls tickling her breasts. Her heart quickened at his gentleness.
  Then his head dipped to her nape and she heard him inhale, long and slow.
  "Mmmm—" His breath washed across her flesh.
  Bedwyr stroked the length of her arm. Taking her right hand in his, he placed delicate kisses on her fingertips, her palm, her inner wrist. Fire raced through her to pool in her belly. The sensation ignited something within her, and it was not entirely unpleasant.
  She looked up over her shoulder and their gazes met once more. The look in his black eyes had softened, yet at the same time had become more intense. A length of dark hair fell over his face, further shielding his expression in the shadows. Not that she could name it. She was ignorant in the ways of lust, but she felt sure that would change when this night was over.
  She looked away. Emotions whirled inside her. She did not want a repeat of her bedding, yet Bedwyr’s touch ignited something within her with just a light touch and the way he looked at her.
  He tilted her head sideways and whispered in her ear. His breath stole along her nape.
  “You shake. You have no need to fear me, cariad. I will not harm you. I will honor you each time we are together. Especially in this.”
  “There is no . . . honor . . . in this.” Her voice betrayed her with its breathless statement.
  “No honor? I am sure it was a shock to learn of your betrothal as you had, then forced to surrender yourself to a stranger in such a barbaric way. But, were I any other man, I would not have waited this long for you to heal from your bedding. I would have had you on your back many times by now, with my cock buried deep within in you.” He ground his erection against her bottom as if to prove his point.
  She emboldened herself. “If that is what you want, then take me and get it over with.”
  Bedwyr growled. “You know not what you tempt me with, gwraig.”
  “I tempt you with nothing. I only wish to get this over with. If you wish to honor me, I pray you do not toy with me. If this is what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life, I would rather have it done quickly than make blood sport of me.”
  “Oh, Ysbail, I will toy with you. But there will be nothing quick about it.”
  Ysbail did not want him to see her alarm of his promise. She was sure she was not afraid of him, but the reality of what was to come crept over her suddenly, stealing her strength.
  Bedwyr slid his tongue along the edge of her ear. The sensation in her belly quivered again.
  “Does this pain you?”
  “Nay,” she gasped.
  His lips moved to the curve of her nape and placed a kiss on the delicate flesh there. “And this?”
  “N-nay, my lord.”
  When he palmed her breast, he seemed to rob her of her senses. He rasped his thumb across her nipple, rolling it into a stiff peak. Pinching it lightly weakened her knees. Were it not for his strong arm around her waist, she would surely collapse onto the flagstones.
  “And what of that?”
  How could she reply without breath in her lungs?


Please note that my website has a glossary of terms for anyone interested in Welsh translations from Awakening, and some trivia about the story and Wales . . .
And please join me on my book tour as I celebrate the release of Awakening. Tour details can be found on my website. The tour begins tomorrow, 31 October at Black Velvet Seductions ( where I’ll be giving out a spot prize for the best Halloween memory posted by a reader.
~ Scarlett
“What’s a little bondage between friends?”


  1. Welcome at My Place, Scarlett! Thank you for sharing the stunning setting of your novel. I've only travelled through North Wales on the way to Beaumaris Castle for a re-enactment weekend but always wanted to return. One day ... :-)

    'Awakening' sounds hot! Good luck with your blog tour!

  2. Thanks for hosting me today and allowing me to start off my book tour with you.

  3. Hi Scarlett!

    Wales is one of my favourite places in the world - especially the Snowdonia area. We stay in a log cabin for at least 10 days every summer in Trawsfynydd. Gorgeous!

    Loads of luck with the tour, wishing you lots of sales :)

    R x

  4. Hi, Scarlett! This is Kemberlee's friend, Willie. :)

    Thank you for the wonderful photos and background about your setting in Wales. I'm adding it to my "Bucket List--the Travel Version." It looks magical!

    Off to purchase a copy of the book for my Kindle. Will pop in on you again during your tour. All the best!

  5. Thank you, Rachel and Grainne, for visiting. I'm glad you enjoyed Scarlett's post. :-)

  6. Very cool! I love visiting places I can only dream of going. It's beautiful. Thanks for sharing it with me.
    Your book sounds enticing as well. :)

  7. I am so buying this book!! You are living my dream of Ireland! Thanks so much for sharing!

  8. Hi Rachel,

    I love Snowdonia too. We go over to Wales about every 18 months or so and rent a cottage on the eastern side of Snowdon just outside a town called Llanrwst. It's a working sheep farm and they've restored two of their out buildings. We rent the old carriage house. The views are stunning! One of the coolest things about the immediate area is a 15th century cottage on the riverbank that's now open as a tea room. Walking through the door is a step back in time. And it helps their Rarebits are spectacular :-)

    Trawsfynydd is down near Blaenau Ffestiniog, right? Llanrwst is about 30 minutes north. We get the narrow gauge rail from BF.

    OK! I'm ready to head back over now!!

  9. Hi Willie,

    Yeah, Kemberlee warned me about you ;-)

    You will LOVE Wales. Definitely put it on your list. High up on your list. If you like Ireland, you'll love Wales!

    Looking forward to seeing you on the tour!

  10. Hi Neecy,

    I hope you get a chance to see Wales one day. It's really stunning. I hope you enjoy Awakening. Thanks for stopping by.

  11. Hi Jennifer,

    Ireland is a really fascinating country. You should definitely come over. Combine it with a trip to Wales and you'll be in Heaven :-)

    Thanks for stopping by.

  12. Hey Cathie,

    Thanks for hosting my My Place today. I hope everyone enjoyed reading a bit about Wales and the setting for my book Awakening. I can't think of a better way to start my tour than here with friends!

  13. Thanks to everyone who popped it. It was great to see you.

    Scarlett, it has been a pleasure to have you here and discover North Wales - and Awakening. Good luck with your tour! :-)

  14. Thanks again, Cathie. And good luck with Highland Arms. I've read it. Loved it. can I bring Rory home with me? ;-)

  15. Hi Scarlett and Cathie

    Sorry to be late - just came across this, thank you for such a wonderful tribute to my beloved homeland, and the pictures are beautiful.

    Sadly I no longer live in my native Wales but long to go back and hope to be able to do so one day, I go back to visit mu family in West Wales (on a mountain overlooking Snowdonia) and your post made me feel right at home!

  16. Hi Hywela,

    Delighted you enjoyed Scarlett's post. I've only travelled through North Wales to Anglesey to a medieval re-enactment event at Beaumaris (from Cardiff) but one day I hope to enjoy the wilderness of Snowdonia. Hubby loves hiking so we'll have to plan a long weekend.

    Looking forward to tomorrow's roasting! ;-)


  17. I enjoyed both the post and the excerpt. I've Awakening to my must have list.

    Tracey D
    booklover0226 at gmail dot com

  18. Hi Hywela,

    Just checking back through my tour stops to make sure I have all the entries. I'm happy to add you to the drawing. And I'm happy my article on North Wales made you feel at home. It's such a beautiful country and beautiful part of the country. I'm SO ready for another trip. We're due! Have been thinking about a few days over Xmas if we can find a place with an bring our dogs. Can't wait!! Thanks for stopping by!


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