Medieval Monday 2019 Begins!

                                   


                               Welcome back to
                               Medieval Monday!

 This season our authors have put together some exciting excerpts from their hero and heroine's first encounter. Did they start off on a happy note? Or will they have to overcome a disastrous first impression?

 Follow us for the next 12 weeks and find out! Leave a comment each week to enter to win an ebook copy of The Highlander's Welsh Bride. See each author's blog for details.



           The Highlander’s Welsh Bride

It was over. Prince Llywelyn was dead, his soldiers fleeing before King Edward’s army. Carys, a distant cousin to the prince, herself a princess of Wales, had picked up arms alongside her husband more than a year ago. Now homeless, her husband buried beneath the good Welsh soil, she seeks shelter in the north, far from the reach of Longshanks’s men. Carys and Wales would never be the same again.
 
It was time. Birk MacLean has been ordered to take a bride and produce an heir. He grows weary of the lasses paraded before him, women of delicate nature and selfish motives. He desires a wife strong enough to help lead one of the most powerful clans in Western Scotland.
 
One like the Welsh woman sitting in his dungeon, arrested for poaching MacLean deer.
 
Can Birk convince Carys marriage to him is preferable to a hangman’s noose? And will the heard-headed Scot be worthy of a Princess of Wales?
 
From the towering Welsh mountains to the storm-swept Scottish coast comes a tale of betrayal and loss, deceit and passion. An epic tale of honor and the redeeming power of love.
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I'll start this round of Medieval Monday off with the first part of my excerpt from The Highlander's Welsh Bride.

Caught poaching deer on MacLean land, our heroine isn't very happy.

Excerpt #1:

The heavy wooden door slammed shut. Carys peered about the stone chamber. Aside from a pallet on the floor and a bucket in a far corner, the room was empty. Air blew crisp through an arrow-slit, much too narrow to consider an escape route. She rubbed her arms in an attempt to erase the feel of strong hands manacling them, then, unable to help herself, tested the door. It was securely latched.
“Ffwl!” she spat. Fool. Caught doing nothing more than providing food to hungry people.
She stormed about the cramped space, her boots thudding across the wooden floor. “MacLean deer! MacLean people!” she snarled, targeting the absent laird. “Twmffat!” Idiot.
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Part #2 of this excerpt can be found next week on Jenna Jaxon’s blog: http://jennajaxon.wordpress.com
 
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