Monday, May 11, 2020
Medieval Monday: A Winter Knight Knights of Destiny Series By Barbara Bettis
Welcome to Medieval Monday. This week's snippet comes from A Winter Knight (Knights of Destiny Series) by Barbara Bettis. Enjoy!
Log Line: He’s running from his past; she’s running from her future. But on a snowy winter night, they find each other and the surprising gift of love.
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
Week 2 Excerpt
He grabbed his mug, downed the last of his ale, and rose, the legs of the heavy bench squalling against the wood floor. He picked up his still-damp cloak, then tossed it across his chair. “Rance, lend me your mantle,” he called as he strode toward the door.
The other knight broke away from the group warming themselves at the fire and handed Nicholas his dry cloak. “Want me to come along?”
“No need for you to get out in this damned mess. I’ll see what has Tom so upset. Make sure the door shuts, though, will you? That’s our first repair once the storm ends.”
Impossible to warm much of the hall when wind whistled down what little heat the central fire produced. God knew, this place needed updating.
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