Still no cover, I’m afraid. Nonetheless, I’ll press on and give you a little something from The Viscount’s Vow.
Vangie is part Romani, as you’ll learn, and I thought it might be fun to post a few Romani vocabulary words as well as an excerpt. By-the-way, these words are all in the book, and a glossary is included at the end of the book. That’s a pain for ereaders, I know.
Come to think of it, once the book releases, I’ll post the glossary on The Viscount’s Vow Page on my website.
First the vocabulary:
aue – yes
bandolier – chosen to represent the clan, second only to the gypsy king or queen
bool- bottom, buttocks.
didikko – half-breed gypsy
gawdji – non-gypsy
kam – love
kinshna – family
nukkidai – term of endearment for a woman
puri daj – grandmother
ratti – blood
rom – husband
Roma – gypsy
Now the excerpt:
Ian rode Pericles directly across the clearing and stopped before Vangie.
Something delicious skimmed across her senses before she returned her attention to the child. She handed Puri Daj a soft linen cloth to wrap Lala’s calf. He’d returned. She truly hadn’t thought he would. Surely the fluttering in her middle wasn’t gladness?
After what he’d done to her?
She wasn’t completely addle-witted. No, she’d not eaten anything since morning. She was hungry—that was all.
She watched him from the corner of her eye. Holding the reins in his left hand, he grasped Pericles’s mane and swung his right leg over the stallion’s hindquarters. With a powerful shove, he dropped to the ground. With a smart bow, Ian greeted Puri Dajfirst. “Droboy tume Romale.”
A pleased look flashed across Puri Daj’s face. She inclined her head in greeting. “Thank you, Ian. You learn our language. This is good.” She smiled her approval.
He was learning Romanes? Vangie squelched the happiness attempting to bubble to the surface. Balderdash and rubbish. It meant nothing. If he thought he could wheedle his way into her affections by learning a bit of Romanese—
Lud, now he’s smiling at Lala.
Ian bowed to the child. “Droboy tume tinka.”
Lala giggled and buried her face in Puri Daj’s skirt. Vangie dipped her head and hid a smile. He could charm a stick into throwing itself into a fire, then have it thanking him for the honor.
“Vangie,” His deep voice interrupted her musings. “I’m sorry I didn’t return last evening.” Ian rubbed the Pericles’s forehead before patting his neck and grasping his bridle. “I was delayed.”
Vangie placed the stopper on the jar of pungent ointment, then wiped her hands on her apron. “Tis of no importance.” She searched his face. Lines of fatigue marred his brow and crinkled the corners of his eyes. Faith, had he slept at all? Unease washed over her. Something was wrong.
