Terri Lyndie was born Terri Dysinger in Clare, Michigan, USA. A lover of stories and reading, she vowed to her fifth grade teacher she would be a writer someday. That same year she received a manual typewriter as a Christmas gift and proceeded to finger peck the keys into worried stubs. She wrote many stories over the years while growing up but although she longed for a writing career she was also practical, and so she graduated from college with a Bachelor's degree in Psychology and a Minor in English. She worked for the State of Michigan as a social worker until her retirement. Free at last to write to her heart's content, she fills her days writing both historical and contemporary romance.
Unmasking the Knight
In the year 906 A.D. the Kingdom of Mercia, England withstood Viking attacks. Ranulf was only a boy of sixteen when he was forced into service for the king's army. He returns home five years later as a fierce warrior who wears a mask to hide his scars. Fearing he is too hideous for the eyes of Gisella, his childhood love, he disguises his identity and allows her to believe he is dead until he learns the Druid priest Savarin is forcing Gisella to marry. Ranulf decides he must intervene to insure Gisella finds a proper spouse, but he soon learns love is blind, and a mask is but a slip of cloth.
Wolf Eye Sly (Wolf Eye Lighthouse Series)
Annie is forced to return to the hometown she dreads to settle old scores left by her grandfather, the lighthouse keeper. She soon finds herself embroiled in small town trickery and deceit, and discovers an unlikely ally with the handsome heir of her grandfather's fiercest enemy. Hilarity and plot twists abound in this contemporary romance.
He stepped closer. “Another thing we should work on is kissing.”
"Kissing?” Annie raised one eyebrow.
“Yes, kissing,” Jamie insisted knowingly. “We need to make it convincing.
The occasion will arise when folks will insist they want to see us kiss.”
“Considering this town, you are probably right.” She frowned.
“I think we should practice to make sure we get it right. We want to look like
we are comfortable with it,” he said.
“I don’t need to practice. I know how to kiss,” she assured him. She felt a
blush creeping across her cheeks.
“I am sure you know how. As do I. But we don’t know how we will kiss each
other,” he pointed out.
“What difference does it make?” She cast him a doubtful glance.
“It makes the difference between being comfortably convincing or nailed as
frauds.” His eyes twinkled as he drew her closer.
“I don’t think practicing is necessary. We’ll pull it off when the time comes.
I know your style. I saw you kissing just last night, remember?” She stepped
back nervously as she remembered Francine Stouffer gyrating in Jamie’s arms.
His eyes narrowed. “That wasn’t kissing. I was caught off guard. I wasn’t even participating.”
She smirked. “It looked like kissing to me.”
“I’ll show you the difference,” he notified her in a dangerous tone. He caught her in his arms and pulled her against his chest, intending to kiss the smirk from her lips......