My Lady Has a Foul Mouth By Eliza Knight + Book Giveaway!

My Lady Has a Foul Mouth

By Eliza Knight

As always in my books, I like to have my heroines defy society somewhat. In my latest release, THE HIGHLANDER’S LADY (Book 3: The Stolen Bride Series), I’ve done just that—given Myra Munro a foul mouth. She curses quite a bit, mostly in private.

Here’s the blurb for the book…

A Highlander tamed…

Laird Daniel Murray seeks adventure, battle and freedom for his countrymen. Putting off his duties as laird—with a promise to his clan he’ll return come spring—Daniel sets off with his men to fight alongside William Wallace and the Bruce. But soon he stumbles across an enchanting lady in need. She tantalizes him with an offer he simply can’t refuse and a desire he attempts to dismiss.

A lady’s passion ignited…

Escaping near death at the treacherous hands of a nearby clan, Lady Myra must find the Bruce and relay the news of an enemy within his own camp. Alone in a world full of danger and the future of her clan at stake, she must trust the handsome, charismatic Highland laird who promises to keep her safe on her journey—and sets her heart to pounding.

Together, Daniel and Myra will risk not only their lives, but their hearts while discovering the true meaning of hope and love in a world fraught with unrest.

Now, a little on curse words… ′Twas impolite for a lady to use foul language, but all the same, Myra has grown up listening in on various conversations as she traversed the hidden passageways of her castle. She learned to like using those words, especially when angry. What are some of the words she uses?

Zounds, ballocks (and a few variations thereof), hell, shite (medieval form of sh*t), damn, and she nearly uses the f-bomb, which despite popular belief, was alive and well back in the day.

Why did I choose for her to have a potty mouth? ′Tis simple, dear readers—a writer puts a little bit of themselves in every character, and this is one flaw I have, which I’ve tried to rectify, but instead I end up saying like like, “No f-ing way.” Or “Shizzle” and “Da----narit!” It’s in my blood. I come from a long line of sailors, and even the non-sailors cuss with certain aplomb. So there you have it, Myra has one of my faults. And I thought it was rather humorous.

Do you have a potty mouth? What’s your favorite? (Please use * in the place of vowels!)

I’d love to give away an ecopy today of THE HIGHLANDER’S LADY to one commenter!

Want a little taste of Myra’s mouth? In this excerpt, Lady Myra is all alone on a treacherous journey to see through, the mission her dying brother gave her.

Byron wouldn’t have tasked her with the impossible. She had to tell herself that again and again. He had to have believed she could make it. He’d taught her well to defend herself—although she lacked for weapons. If he believed in her, then she needed to believe too.
Myra closed her eyes and sent up a prayer to the heavens, to God, to her brother, to see her safely to Eilean Donan.
Promised to speak and think more like a lady—no more curse words.
The horse’s feet clopped on the ground, kicking up tufts of grass where the earth was moist from the water. As much as she wanted to stay near the water, Myra was aware that Coney’s lone footprints would lead an assailant straight toward her. A lone rider was ripe for the picking—a female even more so.
She veered away from the burn and stopped. Satan’s ballocks! A group of haggard looking horsemen came out of the trees to her left their gazes directed at her. Evil grins curled their nasty lips, showing rotten teeth and a few vulgar tongues waggled in her direction. Myra only looked at them for a moment before kicking Coney into a gallop. Not today. She would not be a victim.
Barely a day had gone by since leaving Rose and already she was done for. Nay, she’d not let them take her.
“Go!” she shouted to her horse, leaning low over his mane, and hanging on for dear life. Coney raced along the burn, his hooves digging deep into the moist earth and flinging rocks, grass and mud with them.
The men gave chase, shouting indiscernible threats behind her.
Myra had no idea where she was, or where she should go. There was bound to be a village or hut or something along the length of the burn. Where there was a stream, there was bound to be someone nearby.
“Help!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “Help me!”
There were no answering calls besides the barbs behind her. No one rushed to her aid, not even God struck down those who would see her removed from her task of saving Robert the Bruce. Ballocks! Ballocks! Ballocks! A lot of good her promise of using more ladylike words in exchange for protection did.
There was no one to help her, she was sure of it, and she was probably only gaining the attention of more vagrants who would see her for their supper.
If it came down to it, she would fight these men with every last breath she had. If they were going to take her, at least one of them was going down with her.

Want to read more? THE HIGHLANDER’S LADY is available from the following e-tailers…

 Kindle (Print and Ebook)/ Barnes and Noble / Smashwords (all e-formats)

Eliza Knight is the multi-published, award-winning, Amazon best-selling author of sizzling historical romance and erotic romance. While not reading, writing or researching for her latest book, she chases after her three children. In her spare time (if there is such a thing…) she likes daydreaming, wine-tasting, traveling, hiking, staring at the stars, watching movies, shopping and visiting with family and friends. She lives atop a small mountain, and enjoys cold winter nights when she can curl up in front of a roaring fire with her own knight in shining armor. Visit Eliza at or her historical blog History Undressed:


Eliza Knight said...

Thanks so much for hosting me today!!!!!

Vonda Sinclair said...

Thank you for being our guest, Eliza! It's a fun post! I found Myra's foul mouth entertaining in the story! :)

Sandy L. Rowland said...

Potty mouth? Not me so much, but I laugh at those characters who do. I think we enjoy the sweet gal who says what we wish we had the balls to utter, or spit or spew. LOL. I love Eliza! Sexy cover. Sweet! Better than Christmas fudge. Can I have one of those in my stocking?
I've been really really good. Wink.

Terry Spear said...

It's fun making a character do things that are unexpected. I loved A Christmas Story where the boy says "fudge?"...but not. :) Where did he get it from? Not the father. :)

Enjoyed your post! Off to the zoo where it's going to be COLD. :)

Renee Vincent said...

Eliza, I so enjoyed this post and to be honest I never dreamed you had a potty mouth. *giggling like a school girl*

Admittedly, I do at times too. As Lizzie would recall, I often use the phrase "Well, f**k me running!"

What's funny is my husband uses the phrase "T*tties and beer" when something is to his liking. So I've adapted it a bit to fit my gender and taste: "C*cks and rum" LOL

Okay, I sure hope this hasn't offended anyone....or lowered anyone's regard for me. But I suppose I've a sailor's mouth just like any other. Being a mother of two young girls, I NEVER say those things in front of them. Just putting that out there.

*blushing* Thanks for giving me a laugh today, Eliza!

Renee Vincent said...

BTW, loved the excerpt of Myra cursing! I like heroines when they are spit-fires!

AND ADORE that cover too!

Chrisbails said...

Congrats on the new release. This book sounds great. Love Highlanders.
I try not to have a pottymouth. When I am around my kids, I try not to swear. When I am around my friends, occasionally they slip out. My two words are Sh*t and d*mn. My little said d*mn the other day. He also says son of a nutcracer, like from ELF.
Thanks for the giveaway.
christinebails at yahoo dot com

Eliza Knight said...

@Vonda -- Thank you :-) I had so much fun writing it, hehehe -- and I do remember you LOL's!!!

@Sandy -- LOL! I will tell Santa to drop on your stocking :) Thank you so much! And so true!

@Terry -- OMG I LOVE that movie!!! We watch it every year, and that part in slow mo is hilarious! Thank you :) Have fun at the zoo!

@Renee -- lol, I don't think most people do :) I love your sayings, I can't wait to utter C*ocks and rum and see what my hubs says! lol. *blushing* I've dropped a few in front of mine with a quick slap of the hands to my mouth. Luckily, none of them say bad words--except for #2 who once said "Sh*t" when she dropped something, she felt so bad when I told her it was a bad word, she just didn't realize it, lol THANK YOU so much!!!!

@Christine -- Thanks so much!!! I love that--son of a nutcracker, that's awesome :) I'm using that!!!

Warrior Woman Winmill said...

Hi and happy holidays to everyone. That was a fun post. I don't use potty language in everyday life but now and again no other words fit. In books if it was written with lots of swear words as part of ordinary speech I would stop reading it. It puts me off. When its needed in the story its no problem. I do love Eliza's books. I look forward to reading this one. And the cover is why I wish the screensaver on my kindle would show the covers.

Paisley Kirkpatrick said...

I love this post, Eliza. I am, of course, just shocked. ;) You with a potty mouth?? Just kidding of course. I have a heroine in a story I am working on who has presented herself as a male and she does most defintely have a potty mouth because of the men she hangs out with. Getting her to clean it up is part of her conflict.

As far as me, well I have developed a few potty mouth words that slip out on occasion. Since I've always been known as a good girl type, I can shock a few whenever I slip in public. Sometimes a girl just has to let it fly - right????

Anonymous said...

Great excerpt. I used to use a lot of bad language when I was younger. Then I learned that people paid more attention when I used it sparingly. Now if I swear, it stops my family dead. The one word I do use a lot is s***t, in three languages.

Ana Morgan said...

When he was very young, my son copied his parents and spat "f**k" at appropriate times of frustration and near disaster. Then my inlaws announced a visit...
We scrambled to explain he --we --could not swear during their visit.

My granddaugher and I just had a Saturday where she whispered "bad words." I was surprised how many she knew.

Ally Broadfield said...

Fun post, Eliza. I don't have a potty mouth exactly, but I do come up with some creative things to call other drivers who annoy me. I do think I might resort to some creative words if I were in Myra's shoes in that scene.

Kirsten Lynn said...

Love the excerpt!

I had a potty mouth in college, then trained myself not to swear when I got a job at a pretty formal office. But six years ago I moved to the DC area and after six years of DC traffic and working with Sailors and Marines...well sh*t. :) Even though I've moved back to Wyoming this year, now I work around cowboys so...well you know. :)

Eliza Knight said...

@Petula -- Happy Holidays to you too! The swear words are not over done, I promise :) Thank you so much! I love the cover too :)

@Paisley -- LOL, that's right, we do! Your character sounds like a lot of fun :) Thanks for visiting me!

@Ella -- three languages! Nice :) I bet if I stopped people would look at me funny in my family, hehehe. I do however curb my tongue in public or if I've just met someone.

@Ana -- LOL! That is hilarious!!! I had a conversation like that with my eldest, it was quite funny.

@Ally -- I think the creative words can be much more fun! :-)

@Kirsten -- Sigh...cowboys... M husband works in DC, our phone conversations are like this "Hey, hon I'm running late, traffic--You mother-f*cker! Jack*ass, F*CK!!! I hate driving in DC." LMAO.

Anonymous said...

I don't swear like I did in the past. I'm not saying that one don't slip out every now and then. When that does happen it's usually: s**t fire! ( pronounced down here in Alabama as s**t far). ;)

Joanne said...

I do swear and say d*mn, sh*t, and the occasional f*ck(once in a blue moon). I usually try to say fudge, crackers, heck, and holey moley.
Great excerpt.

Unknown said...

Great post, Eliza! I love that Myra curses because it's so unexpected.

I confess I have a potty-mouth, but only around my hubby (lucky him?!?!). I like to drop the F-bomb when I'm really irritated or angry. I curb my tongue when I'm around co-workers, family, or friends. My BFF doesn't believe me when I tell her I curse a lot, because she's never heard me say a foul word. And she never will. ;)

Son of a nutcracker is an awesome curse. I use that one when I'm in public.


Laura said...

Way cool, Eliza!
Sounds like a fun book and a fun heroine!

Mary Preston said...

I would love to read THE HIGHLANDER'S LADY thank you.

No potty mouth here. My Mother would not have stood for it.


Tara Kingston said...

Great post...I love a heroine who defies convention.

Julie said...

First of all, I love the cover - HAWT! I'm not much of a potty mouth. There is an occasional sh*t that comes out. My husband & son, on the other hand, are terrible potty mouths. Can't wait to read Myra and Daniel's story. **Smooches**