I hope you’ve enjoyed the last nine weeks of Medieval Monday and our celebration theme. Hopefully, you’ve found some new books to love. I’m ending this theme with my final excerpt from To Love A Scottish Laird. It’s my great wish that you loved these characters as much as I loved creating them. Thanks for joining me for this Medieval Monday hop. Until the next time, happy reading and enjoy, my lovelies!
His grin broadened when she tossed her head, causing her lovely, black braid to swing. He could hardly wait ’til he was able to unbraid it. He reached out to cup her cheek, running his thumb across her silky skin. The pulse at her neck quickened, and Douglas’s grin widened. He began to lower his head to kiss her.
“Do you have birds at Berwyck?” Her words poured from her mouth as though drenching him with a frigid blast of water.
“Birds?” he asked, trying to grasp where she was taking this conversation when he had other things on his mind. “Aye, of course we have birds at Berwyck. The forests are filled with them.”
A small chuckle left her, and Douglas was glad to see her relax. “I meant, does Berwyck have mews? I have a falcon at Wolverhampton and would hate to see all my training be for naught if I cannot take her with me.” She blushed as though embarrassed to already be making demands on her soon-to-be husband.
“Ye can bring yer bird and whatever else ye like to Berwyck, Catherine. ’Twill be yer home as much as ’tis mine.” He tugged her closer ’til he could feel every inch of her body against his. Her breath caught in her throat at the contact. “Shall we pledge our troth with a kiss?”
“I-I cannot kiss you, Lord Douglas. We are not yet wed, and I will seal nothing with a kiss.”
“Douglas,” he murmured against her ear. “Say my name, Catherine.” He cupped her face with both hands while he waited
“My lord, I cannot call you by your given name.”
“Ye will be my wife. Say my name,” he urged gently and saw the small spark of acceptance in her magnificent, hazel eyes.
Smiling, he lowered his mouth to hers and swore God smiled down on them as Douglas took what Catherine so willingly offered.
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November 25th: https://ruthacasie.blogspot.com
December 2nd: https://judithmarshallauthor.com
December 9th: https://www.cathymacraeauthor.com
December 16th: http://www.barbarabettis.com/index.php/blog/
December 23rd: https://www.ashleyyorkauthor.com/blog
December 30th: https://www.marymorganauthor.com/blog
January 6th: http://lanemcfarland.com/blog/
January 13th: https://www.laurel-odonnell.com/
January 20th: www.bambilynnblog.wordpress.com
To Love A Scottish Laird:
De Wolfe Back Connected World
By Sherry Ewing
Sometimes you really can fall in love at first sight…
Lady Catherine de Wolfe knows she must find a husband before her brother chooses one for her, but none of the knights and lords she knows have caught her eye. A tournament to celebrate the wedding of the Duke of Normandy might be her answer. She does not expect to fall for a man after just one touch.
Laird Douglas MacLaren of Berwyck is invited to the tournament by the Duke of Normandy. He goes to ensure Berwyck’s safety once Henry takes the throne. He does not expect to become entranced by a woman who bumps into him.
Before they can express their feelings, the Duke orders them wed to strengthen ties between his English supporters and the borderland, and then separates them by commanding Douglas’s escort to his home.
Yet, nothing is ever quite that simple. Not everyone is happy with the union of this English lady and a Scottish laird. From the shores of France, to Berwyck Castle on the border between their countries, Douglas and Catherine must find their way to protect their newfound love.
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