Happy Medieval Monday! It’s the last week of Daylight Savings – did you know?
We have an exciting round of snippets this week from some wonderful books and authors. Check out the Medieval Romance Lovers FB page and enjoy! You can also find us on Twitter, #MedMonFall20.
For my nature-themed snipped this week, Deidre and Lachlann are still driving down a pine tree-lined road towards a Christmas tree farm.
“Why would I think you’re crazy?”
“Sometimes, I think I am. Sometimes, it even seems the better option.”
She felt her tension ease. He was going to tell her about his PTSD.
“You mean clinically?” she asked gently, keeping her focus on the road ahead.
She shook her head. “You’re not.”
“But what if I am?” he persisted.
“I’ll take care of you.”
There was a moment’s silence.
“What if I were a fugitive?”
She almost hit the brake in the middle of the road.
“I’m not sure.”
“Let’s say I am.”
“That’s sort of huge.” She decided to pull off the road before she drove into a pine tree. She parked on the shoulder and turned towards him.
He could never lose her. In the infinite vastness of time – past, present, future, past – he wouldn’t lose her.
Love was eternal.
Lachlann had lost his entire family to the plague. He’d lost himself by falling through time. He had to go back, to return to the fourteenth century and try to save his family, save his son. But how could he leave Deidre? He needed her like he needed air. And she needed him.
Would she believe him if he told her the truth about himself? Would she reject him since he couldn't stay?
Deidre had become a medieval history professor because of a family heirloom -- a medieval drawing of a farmer that she'd loved since childhood. Too bad she couldn't have married him instead of the lying, vicious cheat who had almost ruined her life. Despite the fact that he'd cost her her job, her home, and her relationship with her family, he had failed to destroy her. With a new life in a new city, she'd moved forward. She didn't need anyone, especially another man. But it was impossible to ignore her new neighbor, a gorgeous giant with a strange accent, haunted eyes, and a striking resemblance to her medieval farmer.
She wanted to erase the tormented look in his eyes, to make him as happy as he made her. She wished he would confide in her. But was she ready to confide in him? To explain how she’d lost everything – her life, her family, her self-respect – because of her own poor choices?
Why did she have the feeling she could lose it all again?
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Be like the flower, turn your face to the sun. – Gibran Khalil Gibran