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 this time around is nature, my favorite. My guest today is the sensational Barbara Bettis. As a college freshman, Barbara briefly considered becoming an archeologist until she realized there likely would be bugs and snakes involved. And math. Instead, by day she’s a mild-mannered English teacher, and by night she’s an intrepid plotter of tales featuring heroines to die for–and heroes to live for. Today she shares an excerpt from her #MedievalRomance, A Winter Knight.
BLURB: Sir Nicholas has given up on marriage. These days he’s content to captain his friend’s troops and avoid entanglements—until one winter night when he rescues a half-frozen woman from a snowstorm. Her irrepressible spirit and kindness to others reminds him that all ladies aren’t like his former intended, who wed his brother while Nick was on crusade. But he can’t open his heart to Lady Clare. She’s bound to another, and Nick won’t forfeit his honor. Even if she were free, he has nothing to offer but love, and this lady deserves everything.
Lady Clare’s dying grandfather has arranged her betrothal, but the arrival of the man she’s to wed sends her fleeing into a snowstorm. Injured when her horse stumbles, she’s rescued by a mysterious knight. She recovers at his run-down manor, safe at last—until her betrothed tracks her down two days before Christmas. Trapped at home with the wedding imminent, she longs for the winter knight she’s come to love.
Only a miracle can bring Clare and Nick together. But at Christmas, anything is possible.
EXCERPT: Tom appeared at his side and started down the slippery wooden steps. “Th’ mare’s this way, sir.”
Facing the blowing snow, Nicholas brushed tiny, hard pebbles from his eyes. Double damnation. What had been flakes now were ice pellets. He hated the ice. Snow was a nuisance; ice killed.
The strange horse fidgeted in the bailey, tossing its mane and stomping the new white fall into mud. The stable lad grasped the reins and murmured to the nervous animal. After a few token twitches, it settled in to nose against the boy’s shoulder while Nicholas removed a bag from one side of the saddle. He pulled open the cord and peered inside. Tom had been right. A lady’s garments.
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5/25 Barbara Bettis
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