Huzzah, Medieval Romance Lovers! Welcome back to another round of Medieval Monday. Here you may discover new authors writing about love in our favorite time period. Our theme is nature, my favorite. This time we are posting an excerpt from our own books then sharing each other’s snippets on social media. Today I’m sharing an excerpt from my #MedievalRomance, A Knight in Rusted Armor.
BLURB: Allys Stone would risk repute as a ruined woman to gain control of her life. Thorin Svenson would battle the most skilled knights in the realm to win her. Theirs is a love story of fairy tales and wild passion, a battle of wills as well as brawn.
Allys wants to choose her own husband, one who loves life and laughter as much as she does. One who considers her a partner instead of a possession. She has never had any choice but to live by her father’s decisions, and now he’s offering her as grand prize in a tournament.
Thorin must win the hand of a nobleman’s daughter to regain the wealth and position of his family. Consumed by guilt, he will risk his very life to win. Not even her attempts to sabotage his victory will get in his way.
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EXCERPT: “Mais, non. It is just that I…I mean, you…” He gave up any hope of sounding logical, so he leaned over and gave in to her request, gave in with much enthusiasm.
Allys waited for the tingling feeling to pass from Paul’s lips to her own.
She pulled away and frowned at him. “Try this,” she said before tilting her head the other way and kissing him again.
This time when she pulled away in confusion Paul grabbed her hand and kissed the palm. “Cherie,” he whispered as he held her palm against his cheek. “I have longed to kiss your lips. They are like cool water to a man dying of thirst.”
Allys looked past him, her thoughts a mass of perplexity. Where was that spark? The spark that ignited her entire being into flame when Lord Svenson kissed her?
She looked back to Paul and wondered briefly if he had done it right. “Let us try one more thing,” she said as she pulled her hand from his. She turned her body completely around, encircled his shoulders with her arms, pressed her breasts against his chest and kissed him with as much ardor as she could muster.
When she finally pulled away from him, she put her hand over mouth and pressed her eyebrows together. “Hummpf.” She shook her head. “How strange,” she mumbled.
She looked up at Paul and shrugged. “Shall we go?”
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