Medieval Monday's winter tour of excerpt blogs draws to a close today with each author posting a final segment of her excerpt on her own blog.
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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.
“If the new master of Stonehill wants anyone dead, he can do it himself.” The words were sharper than she’d intended, and Jamie fixed her with a worried gaze.
“But you’ll turn him in, won’t you?” His voice hitched.
Her glance took in the prisoner’s face that seemed so familiar. She had no choice. “We must.”
Still looking troubled, Jamie darted out. Young or no, the boy understood the danger they courted. While soldiers combed the area for a stranger, none of her people were safe. But once Sir Mortimer had his hands on the man he wanted, he’d call off his mongrels.
Kate had to believe that. She glanced at the unmoving knight. His mere presence filled the hut’s tiny space. A part of her hoped he wasn’t the culprit being sought.
Pushing away a niggle of guilt at the hope, she went to a small, rough table where a jug of water sat. Filling a small wooden bowl, she considered how long until Sir Mortimer called off the hunt. Oscar or Sam’l would send word as soon as did.
She picked up the bowl and turned, just as a voice boomed. “Who the hell are you?”
Kate jumped, splashing water across her front.
If Henry hadn’t been so angry, he’d smile at the youth’s open-mouth shock. But he was angry. And his damned head rang like a benighted gong.
He’d lain quiet, waiting for the pain to fade into a throb. That, and taking stock of his surroundings through slitted eyelids. But enough was enough. He had no time for this interruption.
What did the youth play at, attacking an armed knight? Surely the stripling realized he could have been badly hurt.
The fact that the armed knight now lay bound on a pallet only made Henry more disgusted with himself.
Perhaps his capture didn’t qualify as a prank after all. The two who tapped him on the chin, then trussed him up hadn’t been joking.
“Well?” he demanded. “What have you to say for yourself, boy?”
Struggling to pull off the now-soaked hooded cape, the boy raised his head.
(Poor Kate is in for it now...or is she? Henry's still bound hand and foot. However...
I wish I had space here to continue their story, but despite all the troubles that lie ahead for both, they're find their HEA eventually. Well of course they will! 😊 )
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