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Two Seeds are Sown @AdrianaKraft #paranormal #historical #romance #excerpt

Five Facts about Two Seeds Are Sown (Seren’s Story, Book One)

1. This story got started last winter when my husband and I unearthed a plot fragment

we’d played with a couple decades ago and never followed up on: What if a young

Welsh tribeswoman was captured by a high-ranking Roman soldier to be a courtesan

for him and his wife, and was separated forever from her only child, a daughter? And

then, what if it’s her task across time to re-unite her family through bringing together a

descendant of her daughter and a descendant of her subsequent Roman son? Book

One, Two Seeds are Sown, answers the first question.

2. Why Wales? We’ve been researching our ancestry, and it turns out my husband has

strong roots in southern Wales. Both of us love discovering where our ancestors lived

and learning about what life might have been like for them.

3. When the Romans invaded the British Isles, they began in the south and reached

what is now Wales in about 48 AD. The wild tribes they encountered there presented

some of their fiercest early opposition. Welsh folklore has immortalized one of the last

Welsh resistors to yield to the Romans: Caractacus (or Caradoc),the leader of the

Silures tribe, who lived in southeast Wales in the lowlands along the northern shore of

the Bristol Channel. The Romans ultimately defeated him and took him to Rome, where

he died in 54 AD.

4. In our fictional account, Seren’s father is a local Silures chieftain directly descended

from Caractacus, who lived over a century earlier. There’s no record of whether or not

Caractacus left children behind when he was captured, but we’ve chosen to believe he

must have done so. Seren has inherited not only his standing and his fierce

determination, but also several psychic gifts from her grandmother, including the ability

to time travel and metaphysical communication with others. These characteristics and

talents form the kernel from which our story has grown.

5. We were able to set our story in a known historical town. To subdue the indigenous

Welsh peoples, the Romans established forts, built roads so they could rapidly move

their armies, and developed one town. Venta Silurum was located in what is now

Caerwent, a mile or two off Bristol Channel and roughly 8 miles east of Newport.


Resist, or yield? The choice is not Seren’s alone.

Late in the Roman occupation of Britain, a young Welsh tribeswoman is hand selected

and captured to serve as a courtesan to a Roman Legate and his wife. Escape proves

impossible, but Seren is never completely abandoned. Her grandmother’s cryptic

prophecy through their psychic connection seals her fate—it will be Seren’s lot to yield.

The words both relieve Seren and further mystify her: You must find pleasure in your

present life. Fulfillment will not be yours until after you cross into the next.


Author Bio

Adriana Kraft is the pen name for a married pair of retired professors writing erotic

romance and erotic romantic suspense together. We like to think we’ve broken the mold for staid, fusty academics, and we hope lots of former profs are enjoying life as much as we are.

Having lived in many states across the Midwest, we now make our home in southern Arizona, where we enjoy hiking, golf, and travel, especially to the many Arizona Native American historical sites.

Together we have published more than fifty romance novels and novellas to outstanding

reviews. Whether readers open our romantic suspense or our erotic romance, they can

expect characters they care about, hot sex scenes, and a compelling story.

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Set Up: It’s been three days of arduous travel since Seren was captured, but she now

stands in a lavish stone bath with the wife of her captor…

Once they’d stepped out of the water and toweled off, Livia pointed out two gold bands

on the nearby shelf. “You will wear the smaller bracelet around your left ankle and the

larger band around your throat. As you can see, they are beautifully adorned with our

family crest. No one of Roman descent will dare touch you without my consent.”

Seren stood perfectly still as the woman attached the bracelet and the torc.

Livia grinned at her. “You could waste hours trying to get them off—hours you should be

thinking about me. Now then, for the time being, you will not be given your own room.

You will either sleep with me, with my husband, Scipio, or with both of us. Understand?”

Seren nodded. She listened carefully to her fate. Escape would be difficult. And she

couldn’t even try until she’d earned a degree of trust.

“You will have no household duties,” Livia continued, “other than to tend to my boudoir

and baths. I will instruct you further in our language to improve your fluency. I will teach

you board games, more of Roman culture—you will want to blend in when we return to

Rome. And of course I will teach you more of the refined arts of lovemaking. I would

also like to hear about your mystic religion. It sounds so fanciful compared to ours, but I

have an eager mind.”

Danger signals flared in Seren’s brain, but she kept her face carefully schooled. Sharing

a few harmless tidbits might be a way to humor her captor and perhaps build trust. But

what did Livia already know? She and her husband weren’t far off the mark—Seren

knew for a fact she was special.

Seren’s father had made this clear. She’d been given special training as a woman

because of her gifts. Her father had taught her that long before her time, the Romans

had massacred all the Druids they could find, but her father was not her only teacher.

From her grandmother she’d learned that the Romans would never succeed in stamping

out the magical gifts—the powers that often passed from mother to daughter or to

granddaughter, or rarely, to sons. The powers Seren’s grandmother had passed to her.

Seren vowed never to let Livia know any of this.

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