Medieval Monday with Judith Sterling


We’re now on week three for Medieval Monday and our Nature theme and today’s guest is Judith Sterling. She has her next snippet for you from Night of the Owl. I do so love a good time travel, don’t you? Happy reading and enjoy, my lovelies!

Excerpt:

She lifted a hand to her belly. “I’m starved! What did you bring?”

“In honor of the first time we ate in private, I had Aubert make something like your sand-wich.”

“You remembered the word!”

“I did, but how do you refer to more than one of them?”

“Sandwiches.”

“Sand-wich-es. He made two. Duck and cheese this time, with the uncooked lettuce again.”

“So you did like the lettuce! It adds a nice crunch.”

“That it does. Shall we sit?” He motioned to a soft patch of grass near the river’s edge, and they sat down.

“What did you bring to drink?”

“Spiced wine.” He handed her a sandwich, then took a bite of his own.

Night of the Owl
by Judith Sterling

True love transcends time.

PhD student Ardyth Nightshade has renounced men and pursues her twentieth-century career with single-minded focus. When fate whisks her to medieval England, she meets her match in a man whose passions mirror her own. Can she sacrifice ambition for a love she never sought?

Hugh, Lord Seacrest confounds all who know him. He refuses to marry without a meeting of minds and hearts, and no lady has even approached his ideal…until Ardyth. But she’s an odd one, with unique skills, shocking habits, and total conviction she needs no man. She also harbors secrets, and in the midst of rumors, plots, and murder, trust is fragile.

A woman outside of her time. A man ahead of his. They must take a leap of faith to forge a bond that will shape history.

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