Welcome to Week One of Medieval Monday Spring 2021! This season's theme is "First Kiss". It's gong to be a very romantic Spring!
This week, to introduce this season #MedMonSpring21, each author will begin with our own novels. I will be sharing snippets from Tremors of Lachlann and Deidre's first kiss. In the weeks to come, we will be hosting each other. I am excited and honored to be in the company of these wonderfully gifted storytellers. For more medieval romance, be sure to check out the Medieval Romance Lovers FB page.
Without further ado, here's this season's first snippet for "First Kiss". Enjoy!
Setup: Lachlann and Deidre have spent the day at the Texas Renaissance Festival. More a medieval fair than anything else, it unexpectedly forced traumatic memories upon Lachlann that he wasn’t prepared to deal with. Of course, he can’t explain that to Deidre -- yet.
Darkness was falling by the time they made their way to the parking area. It comprised rows and rows of long, packed-dirt roads with parking on either side, separated by pine trees.
A cool breeze rushed through the trees as they walked hand in hand towards her car. Lachlann gently squeezed Deidre’s fingers.
“Thank you for today, Deidre.”
She glanced up at him searchingly. “Are you sorry you came?”
Was he? He looked down at their hands clasped so tightly together.
“No,” he answered, surprised at the truth of it. “I’m not sorry about today.”
“Do you…” She paused, then continued softly. “Do you want to talk about it?”
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In the infinite vastness of time – past, present, future, past – love would prevail.
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A Norse farmer crashes into this century from fourteenth-century Scotland. How did it happen? Why did he escape the plague when the rest of his family died? He should have died with them.
Three years later, Lachlann is no closer to the truth. His body has healed. He has a job and a place to lay his head at night. He has even learned a little modern English. If he could just figure out how to go back, he might be able to save his family, save his son. But he still can’t read, is still tormented by throbbing headaches and nightmares.
Maybe he died after all. Maybe he’s in hell.
But would there be an angel in hell?
Deidre became a medieval history professor because of a treasured family heirloom, the medieval drawing of a farmer that she loved since childhood. Too bad she couldn’t have married him instead of the lying, vicious cheat who had almost ruined her life. Almost.
With a new life in a new city, she has moved forward. She doesn’t need anyone, especially a man. But she can’t seem to ignore her new neighbor, a gorgeous giant with a strange accent, haunted eyes, and a shocking resemblance to her medieval ploughman.
How can she erase the tormented look in his eyes? If only he would confide in her.
But is she prepared to do the same? To explain how she lost everything – her job, her family, her self-respect – because of her own, poor choices?
And why does she have the feeling that she could lose it all again?
A Little of This, a Little of That
Keep me away from the wisdom that does not cry, the philosophy that does not laugh, and the greatness which does not bow before children. – Gibran Khalil Gibran
From me to you with a smile.
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