It’s time for another Medieval Monday blog hop! Our theme is, “Hero and heroine first encounter”. Each author has selected an excerpt from one of their books to share with you over the next few months.
I’m excited to share the seventh excerpt from Cathy MacRae’s book, The Highlander’s Welsh Bride. At the end of the post, you will see where to go on the following Monday to find out what happens next.
It was over. Prince Llywelyn was dead, his soldiers fleeing before King Edward’s army. Carys, a distant cousin to the prince, herself a princess of Wales, had picked up arms alongside her husband more than a year ago. Now homeless, her husband buried beneath the good Welsh soil, she seeks shelter in the north, far from the reach of Longshanks’s men. Carys and Wales would never be the same again.
It was time. Birk MacLean has been ordered to take a bride and produce an heir. He grows weary of the lasses paraded before him, women of delicate nature and selfish motives. He desires a wife strong enough to help lead one of the most powerful clans in Western Scotland.
One like the Welsh woman sitting in his dungeon, arrested for poaching MacLean deer.
Can Birk convince Carys marriage to him is preferable to a hangman’s noose? And will the heard-headed Scot be worthy of a Princess of Wales?
From the towering Welsh mountains to the storm-swept Scottish coast comes a tale of betrayal and loss, deceit and passion. An epic tale of honor and the redeeming power of love.
The big man crossed his arms over his broad chest, bulging forearms corded with heavy muscle and overlaid with dark, crisp hairs. Carys was impressed, despite herself. With a mental shake of annoyance, she discarded the urge to touch him.
“Ye have been brought here on a serious charge,” the man said with a frown, his voice rumbling deep and ominous.
Catch last week’s excerpt on Ruth A. Casie’s blog: http://ruthacasie.blogspot.co.uk
Follow me to next week’s excerpt on Judith Sterling’s blog: https://judithmarshallauthor.com/blog/