June 24, 2008 | Karin's Blog | 12 comments

Hits the shelves!!! I could not be happier or more excited!!!

The Blood Sword Legacy, begins!

Bound by a brotherhood forged in the hell of a Saracen prison,
eight Blood Swords — mercenary knights for William the
Conqueror — set out to claim their legacies the only way they can:
by right of arms, by right of victory, by right of conquest.


“Prepare for entry!” Rohan called to his men. “The timber gives!”

Thorin, Ioan, Wulfson and Rorick hurled the thick oak trunk for the death blow. Rhys, Stefan and Warner wielded its twin. In unison, the two battering rams slammed into the door, and the timber gave way, opening with a sickening screech. Rohan spurred Mordred forward, and crashed through the crippled remnants of the Saxon’s defense.

Shield raised and sword at the ready, he maneuvered the huge destrier with his legs into the wide open space of the hall. His body tensed in preparation of a full out assault. Instead the sight that greeted him shocked him.

A lone maid, the one who had so brashly challenged him from the tower, stood in the middle of the great hall. A broadsword at her feet, a dagger clutched tightly to her breast. His eyes instantly moved past her to the wide stairway leading to the chambers above. His men fanned out behind him on foot. Rohan urged his horse past the girl and up the wide stairway, the shod hooves making a sharp clicking sound on the stone. He moved down the narrow hallway, certain to find the villagers laying in wait to war against him. Instead, eerie silence met him. Aye, the cowards hid behind the bolted doors allowing a mere maid to see to their rescue. Rohan sneered contemptuously.

He pulled back on the reins, and Morderd backed up. Rohan allowed the black to move at his own pace down the treacherous stone steps. The woman stood tall and proud before him.
He stopped several strides from her. If she moved, Mordred’s spiked leg armor would shred her in half. His blood ran hot in his veins, and it occurred to him, to waste such beauty would be a tragedy. She was no taller than a young lad. Long golden-colored hair hung wildly around her face and shoulders, reaching down to the full swell of her hips. Eyes the uncommon color of heather in first bloom, framed by thick black lashes stared defiantly up at him. Her skin was the color of fresh churned cream. Her cheeks rosy from the chill in the air and, he guessed, from his unwelcome visit. His eyes scanned lower to a full bosom that heaved in her anger. He could already feel the full swell of it beneath his hands, and the soft thrust of her hips as they met his with passion. The spoils of war were gracious this day. He would enjoy her whilst he could. For tomorrow may find him riding the horizon at his liege’s call. He nodded acknowledging her.

“Bow to your new master,” he commanded in French.

“I will never bow to you,” she hotly replied.

Rohan nodded and looked to his men, who flanked the walls swords at the ready. They waited only for his word to go deeper into the hall and ferret out the hiding Saxons.

Slowly Rohan dismounted.

Isabel’s breath caught high in her throat as the devil himself strode toward her. All sound stopped, the world grinded to a halt. Tawny gold eyes glittered from behind the black metal helmet. The nose guard split his face in two, making his look all the more menacing. A crescent shaped scar marred his chin. He was huge. Larger than any man she had come across in her nearly two score years. His shoulders were as wide as one half the width of the double oak portal. Legs thick as oak supported a wide chest bearing black mail and black surcoat. She stared at the marking emblazoned on his chest. The black sword plunging through a skull, crimson drops of blood hung from the sword tip. His shield bore no coat of arms. The fate of his kind. The rumors called him bastard nephew to William’s mother.

The French called him la lame noir, the English the black sword.

Her blood ran cold, turning her skin frosty. It was true. The black knight and his death squad behind him were notorious for their skill at killing. Isabel dared look past him to the equally notorious knights, in search of the ebony giant who it was rumored could slay a dozen men with one swipe of his sword.
The black sword’s lips twisted into a deadly smile. She felt as helpless as a mouse in the jaws of a stable cat. Yet she stood firm, refusing to back down.




  1. Kath Calarco

    Karin, here’s wishing you endless greatness and success. May all our knights wield BIG swords.

  2. Edie

    LOL about knights wielding BIG swords.

    Karin, I’m excited about MOS too. After this, you’ll be the author other writers people compare themselves too. 🙂

  3. B.E. Sanderson

    Yay! Release day! Congratulations. I’ll definitely be looking for it when I make the big trip to the city. =o)

  4. Holly D

    Wow can you write! I can’t wait to hunker down w/ my copy this weekend. Congrats, Karin.

  5. LaDonna

    Hey Karin, these are the Bastards I’ve been waiting for, so keep ’em coming! 😆

  6. Karin

    Thanks, goils!
    and Kath? For the record, they all have BIG swords. 😉

  7. Jane

    Happy release day, Karin.

  8. Phoebe Jordan

    I BOUGHT IT! I got it as soon as I knew they were at my local barnes and noble. I can’t wait to read it.

  9. Karin

    Thanks, Jane!

    Yay! Phoebe! Let me know how you like it.

    Amanda who hangs out here called me from the big apple a few hours ago to tell me she saw both releases, face out, in a Manhattan BN and picked up a copy of each.

  10. Tracey O'hara

    Well done on the release – I remember when you were brainstorming the title and now here it is. Fantastic.

    BTW I sold to Harlequin Spice Briefs last week in a 2 short story deal. My first sale. :0)

    Good luck and mega sales for MOS. oh thee of the big sword.

  11. Karin

    Congrats!!! Tracey!!! How exciting for you! Please let us know when they go up. 🙂

  12. Cynthia Eden

    This book sounds absolutely fabulous, Karin! Congrats!! I can’t wait to get it in my hot little hands!

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