Snippet from my WIP medieval Dream series:
She did not wish to turn the child to him. Her protective gesture over the child was not lost on him. The sting of it and his disappointment were clearly etched across his face. However, with so many others in the room he said nothing. Now was not the time. He leaned as close as he could, his jaw set tight to glimpse the sleeping bundled babe’s face. Her words were harsh next to his ear. “He is yours.”
His head tilted and dark eyes turned her way, those thick braids and waves of blond hair sliding across his bare naked shoulders. “I never had any doubt, woman.”
Her lips pressed together and she quickly covered up their child.
Introduction of The Gren series-Muriel’s tale ‘In Every Way’
Muriel watched Brice. She had trouble keeping her gaze away from his big thighs as he moved. She had thought to not let on that she was the lady of the manor, but she had an inkling they already knew despite the male garb she wore. He was very handsome and she should excuse herself and return to the castle.
Wulgren would no doubt be looking for her soon if he wasn’t already. But she could not tear herself away just yet.
Brice walked around her slowly and she moved with him.
Feelings she could not explain rose up inside her at his closeness. Feelings she never had felt before and had she been any other woman she would have taken them as a warning or been frightened by them. However, she was not any other woman, she was the sister to two men who feared nothing, and who had raised her to be the same.
Warmth flushed over her and Muriel sighed, her heart beating wildly as she watched him flick a strand from his forehead.
This man was a stranger, but something drew her to him and Muriel found herself fighting the impulse to reach out and touch his exposed forearm. The fine dark hairs covering his bronze skin made her catch her breath. Muriel curled her fingers into a tighter fist around the leather skin holding her knives, her eyes never leaving his as he circled her like trapped prey.
Lady of Caindale~medieval romance during Henry II’s reign.
The sight of his daughter in her carefully constructed, heavy garb had Lord Eadwin shaking his head. Not in surprise, for he’d expected no less from his only child. His old heart ached as those words flitted through his thoughts—No, he caught himself, his uneven breath hitched and lodged in his burning throat. She had stopped being a child a long time ago. She was a woman now. His sweet Elle.
This was only the beginning to what he had set into motion. Elle would not be happy at first but after some time, she would come to be. From the spectacle he’d just watched play out below in the inner ward, Lord Eadwin knew he had done the right thing.
DRAPED IN RED:
The brick corner coffee and gift shop with its flags placed out front, and flower arrangements hanging from a decorative painted blue awning looked quaint and inviting. Monica had seen more of the town in the past two weeks than she had in the past two years since she and Sara had moved here. Sara had gotten out more than she in learning about the town, but Monica hadn’t. She only cared about the essential places. The gas station, the pharmacy and the food mart. Now as she glanced around, the place had a lot of gift shoppes and other idyllic troves for tourists. She frowned feeling sadness creep in. She would have to take one of those walks Sara had asked her to do numerous times before after she finished up with Reese. She had missed out.
Sara had come down often enough that Monica had thought someone; anyone in town would have recognized her and come forward with information. But no one had. The reason why now she was rethinking of doing the flyers and offering a reward. She would talk to Reese about it first. The kiss they had shared came back to her and heat filled her at the memory. Excitement built in her belly at seeing him again.
Monica opened the glass door and walked into the café, her flat shoes did not make a sound on the wide wood plank floors. The sweet fragrance of cookies baking and vanilla flavored coffee brewing relaxed her nerves a little bit. She was glad that Reese had suggested that they meet here instead of at the station.