FINAL WEEK TO COMMENT.
The Author's Choice Medieval Monday blog tour wraps up today with each author spotlighting her own book. And this is the final week for readers to leave comments. Most authors are offering a book to their individual winners. Some are offering more than a book. If you've commented on any of my excerpt posts on other author blogs or if you comment this week on my final one, below, you'll be in a drawing for my prizes.
Giveaway #1-I'm offering a book of the winner's choice to one name drawn from commenters on any of my excerpt postings.
Giveaway #2-I'm offering a special, surprise gift to anyone who can identify the theme that I chose for this 14-week tour. If you noticed, the excerpts focused on Kate's abilities.
Winners of the second prize may contact me by commenting below or by IM on Facebook.
Winners will be announced later in the week.
Here's the last installment of my excerpt. Good Luck!!
If the situation became too dire, well, Kate had a plan of last resort. Her mouth tightened as the image loomed in her mind—surrendering to a life with Sir Mortimer.
Pray heaven, matters didn’t come to that.
Fortunately for her peace of mind, Sam’l interrupted her grim thoughts. “How many ye reckon t’ warn hereabouts?” A good question. She’d not slept, tallying those who lived among the dense trees and underbrush. “Fewer than a score, I believe, those who’ve made their home here. More if you figure the ones who come and go when a need arises. But they have cottages elsewhere.”
Punching his tongue from one cheek to the other then back, Sam’l tapped a knuckle on the table edge. Then he nodded. “If’n the word passes now, I’m thinkin’ they’d have time t’ move. Th’ newcomers won’t think to search so far north.”
Jamie stood, swiping a sleeve across his mouth. “I’ll go. I know where to find’em, and I can move fast.”
Although she hated for the youth to take on such a task, he could make the trek quicker than an adult. He moved through the limbs of trees faster than she traveled on the ground. She squeezed his shoulder. “Very well. But not just yet. We must complete the plans first.”
His thin body tensed beneath her fingers, then he shrugged. “I’m ready when you say.”
“I’ll start the fire,” Sam’l announced. When Kate started to protest, he held up a hand. “I c’n get away easy. M’ brother’ll mind the forge wi’ no problem. Already got an idea how t’ do it.”
If he worked at the woodpile, she’d have more time to free the prisoners. “Thank you.” She glanced at the youth, whose face lit expectantly. “We need to know when Sir Mortimer plans to carry out this punishment. Jamie, before you take the warning, will you visit the kitchens, see what you can discover?”
The boy bolted to the door.
“Wait,” she called. “Take no chances. Do you understand?” The thought of any harm coming to the eager youngster added another level of dread to her conscience.
“You can count on me.” He threw her a cheeky grin. “Be back soon.”
He must pursue his enemy; she must protect her people. Can their love survive the duties that drive them apart?
When her elderly husband dies, Lady Katherine fakes her own death and disappears into the forest with others escaping the brutish new lord. Determined to protect her people, she knocks the wrong man senseless. But Lord Henry isn’t an enemy, he’s the brother of her childhood friend. Although his tender confidence tempts her, she’s bound by duty.
Henry of Chauvere has found the one lady he wants for his own, never mind she’s tied him hand and foot. When he learns the king has ordered her to wed Stonehill’s ruthless new master, he insists Kate seek haven with his sister. But she won’t desert her friends. Henry vows to solve her problem, provided he catches a traitor before the threat from Kate's past catches her.
When a daring rescue compels Henry and Kate to join forces, their attraction grows into love. If only duty didn’t drive them apart.