#BookRelease HER GOLDEN EYES by Holly March #historicalromance @marcherwitch
Title: Her Golden Eyes
Author: Holly March
Series: Heart of Gold #1
Publisher: Love Africa Press
Genre: Historical Romance
Release date: 30 March 2020
Medieval Morocco, 1195 CE, 591 AH...
Sabbah's neatly ordered life is about to be overturned. He is an important man in an important city who has been successful at everything so far, but can he succeed with love?
He should be worrying about a conspiracy to undermine Marrakech itself, but his beautiful new housekeeper is disturbing his house, his head, and his heart.
Tison is in a new city, and she is determined to control her own destiny. That destiny was not supposed to involve falling for her new master, or getting involved with a shadowy underground cell bent on anarchy.
The first medieval romance in the Heart of Gold series, Her Golden Eyes will captivate and intrigue.
“[Holly March] perfectly captured the struggle of a conservative Arabic man in love.” – Ahmad Fathy, beta reader
“I mega loved it. Tison and Sabbah are so wonderful together.” – Kiru Taye
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Sabbah scanned the pens. Men and women—mostly younger than twenty, not all comprehending and almost all ruddy-skinned Slavs, pink and with peeling skin—either glanced up for a moment or forcibly kept their gazes on the ground. Two young men stood with their arms folded and their chins high. Behind them, catching his notice as he inspected the pen, was a bold pair of eyes.
A woman with dark skin and a thatch of brown hair beneath a tattered shawl stood watching, no shame or modesty in her as she locked eyes with him.
Shock clenched at his chest and made him want to gasp for air. How uncomfortable, that sudden shift from calm to disorder, and he quickly turned his attention back to the two claiming they had been illegally sold. Nothing else but the case mattered; not the sudden pressure on his lungs or that his feet were now rooted to the paving slabs.
“We questioned them, Muhtasib,” one of his men called over.
Sabbah heard the crinkling of paper behind him, clear and crisp past the blood roaring in his ears. Despite keeping his eyes on the accused slaver, he could feel that pair of fine eyes burning into him. His ears stung with heat, the urge to turn to her again a compulsion hard fought.
“They know the faith. No mistakes,” his man continued.
“That is because I am an honest servant of Allah.”
The slaver looked tired, not guilty, but he was a man who traded in people. Where was guilt in a man like that?
Sabbah chastised himself. He himself still owned his doorman and friend Kanto. He had no grounds for feeling superior. Certainly not when he was, for the first time in his career, completely distracted by a woman. A woman still watching him. Wasn’t she? He was so sure but did not dare check.
Holly March has been telling stories all her life. She owes a great debt to the girls in the dorms, her RPG friends, and of course her family, who listened to her blather and read her fanfic. She lives on the welsh border and breathes the 12th Century. She did not discover she was autistic until she was 30 but has spent the years since saying 'yeah, that makes sense'. She lives with her parents, her familiar, and the other pets.