This week, Jenna Jaxon is my guest. According her one of her reviewers,
Jenna’s story, Seduction at the Christmas Court, is the perfect medieval
romance for a lazy winter afternoon.
Jenna’s story, Seduction at the Christmas Court, is the perfect medieval
romance for a lazy winter afternoon.
EXCERPT :
No sooner had they taken their seats than the mummers appeared,
bringing a great crash of applause from the courtiers and a low hum of
murmuring. The King pounded the broad arm of his ornate, high-backed chair.
Queen Phillipa sat smiling, still clutching the small silk bag Alyse had given
her.
bringing a great crash of applause from the courtiers and a low hum of
murmuring. The King pounded the broad arm of his ornate, high-backed chair.
Queen Phillipa sat smiling, still clutching the small silk bag Alyse had given
her.
The guisers were indeed disguised in peculiar clothing. One wore the
headdress of a Turk and green and yellow striped pants; his shoes were scarlet
and turned up in a curving point with bells sewed onto the tips, so he jingled
each time he took a step.
headdress of a Turk and green and yellow striped pants; his shoes were scarlet
and turned up in a curving point with bells sewed onto the tips, so he jingled
each time he took a step.
Alyse smiled and clapped until her hands ached, but finally settled
herself on the bench. The mummers’ play had ever been her favorite part of the
Christmas festivities at home at Beaulieu, the fanciful costumes the best part
of the performance.
herself on the bench. The mummers’ play had ever been her favorite part of the
Christmas festivities at home at Beaulieu, the fanciful costumes the best part
of the performance.
Several other characters now entered the Great Hall, one a knight in
white with a huge wooden sword. That would be St. George. Four others, dressed
in even more outlandish garb, would be the foolish knights and the Doctor
followed them all, in oversized black robes, his long sleeves dragging the
ground.
white with a huge wooden sword. That would be St. George. Four others, dressed
in even more outlandish garb, would be the foolish knights and the Doctor
followed them all, in oversized black robes, his long sleeves dragging the
ground.
The court chattered excitedly as the mummers spread out all over the
hall, talking and laughing with the courtiers.
hall, talking and laughing with the courtiers.
With a sigh, Geoffrey smiled and grasped her chin, raising it so he
could steal a kiss. His warm lips brushed hers, stirring her inner warmth as
his touch always did.
could steal a kiss. His warm lips brushed hers, stirring her inner warmth as
his touch always did.
“This entertainment will be tedious. I would much rather retire for a
good night’s bedding right now,” he whispered, the puff of his breath tickling
her ear and sending prickles of excitement down her neck.
good night’s bedding right now,” he whispered, the puff of his breath tickling
her ear and sending prickles of excitement down her neck.
She laced their fingers together. “’Twill be finished ‘ere long, my
love. Then you can wield your weapon with a vigor yon knights cannot.”
love. Then you can wield your weapon with a vigor yon knights cannot.”
He laughed and drank deeply. “Aye, sweet Alyse. My skill with both
weapons outshines any other knight.”
weapons outshines any other knight.”
“As you will not want me to be judge of that, I think, I will demur to
your claim, although I will test your skills again with the one blade ‘ere the
night is done.”
your claim, although I will test your skills again with the one blade ‘ere the
night is done.”
At Geoffrey’s bark of laughter—so loud it turned heads on the dais
their way—Alyse settled back to watch the mummers, her cheeks burning, but a
pleasant anticipation building within as well.
their way—Alyse settled back to watch the mummers, her cheeks burning, but a
pleasant anticipation building within as well.
The mummer playing St. George took the center spot in the Great Hall
and began a sing-song rhyme that soon had the court laughing at its nonsense. A
stream of knights—played in turn by the other mummers—approached, made their
rhyming challenge, and were quickly slain by St. George, whose wielding of his
sword became swifter and swifter. He slayed the knights in such short order
that by the time he faced the final knight, he did no more than look at the
Turkish knight than the man fell down, his toes jingling softly as he landed on
the soft rushes covering the floor.
and began a sing-song rhyme that soon had the court laughing at its nonsense. A
stream of knights—played in turn by the other mummers—approached, made their
rhyming challenge, and were quickly slain by St. George, whose wielding of his
sword became swifter and swifter. He slayed the knights in such short order
that by the time he faced the final knight, he did no more than look at the
Turkish knight than the man fell down, his toes jingling softly as he landed on
the soft rushes covering the floor.
A burst of laughter and applause followed that performance as the quack
Doctor shuffled forward, his “magic potion” in a large bottle, gripped in his
hand.
Doctor shuffled forward, his “magic potion” in a large bottle, gripped in his
hand.
Thoroughly engrossed, Alyse laughed and clapped her hands. She held her
breath and leaned forward as the Doctor poured the potion down the throats of
the slain knights, spoke his own rhyme over them, and one by one, they began to
twitch and dance, the rush-strewn floor seeming to come alive as they did. The
room resounded with merriment as all seven knights revived.
breath and leaned forward as the Doctor poured the potion down the throats of
the slain knights, spoke his own rhyme over them, and one by one, they began to
twitch and dance, the rush-strewn floor seeming to come alive as they did. The
room resounded with merriment as all seven knights revived.
Loud applause burst out from the courtiers, many of whom threw gold and
silver coins onto the floor. Geoffrey tossed a gold florin to the Turkish
knight. “For my lady’s pleasure,” he called.
silver coins onto the floor. Geoffrey tossed a gold florin to the Turkish
knight. “For my lady’s pleasure,” he called.
The man nimbly caught the coin and made a deep bow. “Thank you, my
lord.”
lord.”
With a lecherous grin, Geoffrey grasped Alyse’s arm and urged her to
rise. “And now allow me to attend to my lady’s pleasure as well.”
rise. “And now allow me to attend to my lady’s pleasure as well.”
BLURB:
Alyse and
Geoffrey, Lord and Lady Longford, have journeyed to the glittering Christmas
Court of King Edward III in the year 1349 to wait upon the king and take part
in some Yuletide merriment. However, when Geoffrey is suddenly called into the
king’s service again, Alyse must remain at court, attending the queen and
persuading her rebellious sister to accept an unwanted betrothal. When rumors
of Geoffrey’s death arise, Alyse fends off an old suitor who wants to
renew their friendship. But how long will he take “No” for an answer?
Geoffrey, Lord and Lady Longford, have journeyed to the glittering Christmas
Court of King Edward III in the year 1349 to wait upon the king and take part
in some Yuletide merriment. However, when Geoffrey is suddenly called into the
king’s service again, Alyse must remain at court, attending the queen and
persuading her rebellious sister to accept an unwanted betrothal. When rumors
of Geoffrey’s death arise, Alyse fends off an old suitor who wants to
renew their friendship. But how long will he take “No” for an answer?
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