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Steadfast Will I Be by @FurlongLeigh is a Backlist Bonanza pick #historicalromance #giveaway

Title: Steadfast Will I Be

Author: Susan Leigh Furlong

Genre: Historical Romance

Book Blurb:

The king’s law, a thief’s revenge, a love that risks it all

Vicious gangs of reivers roam Scotland during the tumultuous reign of James V, and one of these gangs, led by a man with a red stain on his face, threatens all that Robin holds dear. The man steals Robin’s ear and then nearly steals his life, but Robin will not let him take anything else, not his home, not his family, and not the woman he loves. Even when accused of murder and facing the hangman’s noose, Robin will remain steadfast above all else.

As long as she lives, Suannoch will carry half of the shilling she and Robin split when they pledged their devotion to each other. Even after she is forced into an unwanted betrothal, their unwavering love is stronger than anything trying to keep them apart. After Robin’s arrest, Suannoch vows to rescue him, or bring his body back, because where they have chosen, steadfast will they be.


Northern England, 1518

The boy crouched under a solitary tree by the side of the road in the Pennine Hills. His lanky, battered, and bloodied legs had taken him this far and no farther. Shivering from the rain cascading off the nearly bare branches, he might not make it through the night without drowning. He turned his head at the sound of a horse coming down the road, splashing mud with each step, and closed his eyes as if praying for the rider to pass by.

“What are ye doing here, chiel?” asked the stranger on the chestnut stallion.

The boy’s eyes flew open.

The man’s thick brogue betrayed him as a Scot, one who risked being caught alone on the English side of the border. Discovery would mean a quick death at the hands of Englishmen who had had their fill of defending themselves against Scottish raiders.

The boy looked up at him through miserable dark blue eyes surrounded by heavy purple bruises. “Nothing, milord. I will be on my way.” As he started to stand, his ragged oversized tunic fell off his shoulder, exposing raw stripes on his back.

“Who beat ye, chiel?” the Scot asked gruffly.

Quickly, the boy pulled up his tunic. “ ’Tis nothing, sir. I will be gone.”

“Are ye going back to the man who did it?”

The boy stuck out his chin and narrowed his eyes. “Nay!”

“Then ye will go with me.” The man on the horse tossed the boy a piece of dry bread, which he caught and stuffed into his mouth all in one bite.

“Hungry, chiel?” the man asked.

The boy did not answer but swallowed the bread as quickly as he could.

Astride his stallion, the man towered over him. He had a chest like a bull, long copper locks, and a rugged face with a thick jagged scar running down his forehead and across his eye on the right side of his face. The man, despite his menacing appearance, had a kindness in his deep, rumbling voice.

The man reached out his hand and hoisted the bewildered boy onto his horse’s rump behind him. Quickly, the boy slid up against the raised back of the saddle to keep from falling off. The man, unfastening a section of his woolen plaid from his belt, handed the edge of the long cloak to the boy, who draped it over his head, sheltering them both from the rain. Then the man took a thin slice of dried meat from his pack and handed it to the boy.

“Why are you helping me?” asked the boy, stuffing the meat into his mouth as fast as he could between words.

The man smiled, and his wide mouth tugged his rough red beard up nearly to his eyes. “ ’Tis a long sad story that I am hoping will end better than it began.” Then the smile left his face. “ ’Tis only me to claim my family land. I have lost everything I love in the battle for Scottish freedom that I now ken winna ever end, so I am going home, ne’er to return to England, ne’er to wield my sword against another man. When I saw ye by the road, I thought ye might want the same, ne’er to have a weapon raised against ye again. Am I right, lad?”

“I mean no disrespect, milord,” the boy said as he chewed, “but I am a stranger.”

“Ye ride on my horse, so ye’re a stranger no more. I am Bretane, Laird of Makgullane.”

“I am Robin.”


Southern Scottish Highlands, 1530

Robin slumped on the filth-encrusted floor of the prison wagon taking him to Caerlanrig, south of Edinburgh. The enclosed wagon, barely bigger than a cart, let in the lone hint of fresh air through the small barred windows at the back and at the door. He had only been a prisoner for a couple of hours, but already his iron shackles had scraped his wrists and ankles raw. The rusted chains dangling between his feet and his hands clanked every time he changed positions.

“Well, ye bloody Sassenach, how do ye like being on yer way to the noose?” snarled one of the two other prisoners. “Being English winna help ye now!”

Robin scowled at the gap-toothed man named Tinker. “It does not look like being Scot is helping you much either,” he said darkly.

The prison wagon hit yet another rut on the notoriously bad roads of Scotland’s Southern Highlands, and Robin bounced against the wall where a skelf of splintered wood pricked his back. He twisted away from it.

The wagon continued to toss its three prisoners around in the tight quarters until Tinker lost his balance and fell into Robin. The man had a bushy beard, stringy ginger hair, and breath that would shame a thummurt.

A hard shove from Robin sent Tinker back into the opposite corner with a thud and a painful groan. The other prisoner, Ronald, scooted out of the way into the other corner.

“Ye think ye’re the Lord High and Mighty Himself,” Tinker said, struggling to sit upright again, “but ye’re no better than the two of us! Talk like a bloody Sassenach all ye want, but yer neck will stretch just like ours!”

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Why is your featured book a must-read?

Steadfast Will I Be takes you back to a wild and raw time in Scottish history when thieves overwhelmed the countryside while the young King James V fought to regain his throne. The main characters, Robin and Suannoch, are strong, believable and share a devoted love despite the odds against them. You will find vivid descriptions of the land and its people along with romance, intrigue, mystery, and history. Even if you are not a history buff, the story and characters will pull you in and keep you reading.

Giveaway –

Enter to win an e-book bundle of all 66 books featured in the Backlist Bonanza: Open Internationally. Runs August 25 – 31, 2020. Winner will be drawn on September 7, 2020.

Author Biography:

Susan Leigh Furlong is a lifelong writer about the people who were so busy living their lives that they didn’t know they were living history. With research and imagination her favorite thing is to drop her hero and heroine into the middle of a true historical event. She has written two non-fiction books about the people and history of her hometown and co-authored a full-length play about the twelve disciples at the Last Supper. Although raised as a big city girl, she now lives in small town Ohio with her husband and her two cats, Calvin and Hobbes.

Social Media Links: @SusanLeighFurlong

Twitter @ FurlongLeigh

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