Medieval Monday by Lane McFarland

by | Jun 27, 2016 | Lane McFarland, Medieval Monday, nature, romance, Scotland | 4 comments

Happy Medieval Monday! This week,
we continue with our nature theme. Lane McFarland is my guest today. Her
heroine Elsbeth is having trouble sleeping while trekking to Stonecrest with a
group of orphans protected by a band of Scotland’s freedom fighters. In the
early hours of the awaking morning, while the camp is asleep, she walks by the
loch to clear her mind of the Brandon, the freedom fighter’s leader who is
occupying more space in her thoughts than she wants. So, where is nature here?
The beautiful imagery of her surroundings is made more interesting when she
spies someone in the lock. It isn’ the black-throated diver! Enjoy the excerpt.
Excerpt from Elsbeth
Exhausted from a sleepless night spent on the unforgiving
ground, Elsbeth curled on her side with Mum’s little wooden cross clutched in
her hand. She stared at the campfire’s dying embers glowing through charred
wood and ash. It would be light soon, and the group would continue their
journey to Stonecrest.
Conflicting emotions churned her stomach like turbulent
tides. Her heart fluttered at the memory of riding with Brandon but squeezed
when she recalled his violent nature. She closed her eyes and tried to conjure
Fabien’s image, his light hair and smiling face. But Brandon’s dark eyes and
boyish grin emerged before her.
Wishing to get the man out of her head, she rose and
wrapped her blanket around her shoulders. Bea slept beside the orphans, and
Brandon’s men lay clustered in the small clearing. Elsbeth tiptoed from camp
and strolled along a narrow dirt path, winding through trees and down to the
loch. Brisk air blew off the water, and chill bumps peppered her skin. She
rubbed her arms and tugged the blanket tighter about her neck.
Dawn bathed the awakening forest in golden hues, and fog
wafted off the tranquil loch. A black-throated diver floated across the pond.
The industrious bird disappeared beneath the surface, leaving nothing but ripples
in its place. As she’d done so many times beside Da’s loch, Elsbeth studied the
calm water and tried to guess where the creature would re-appear. Moments
passed. Not even an air-bubble crested. Without so much as a splash, the
creature bobbed to the top with a wiggling fish in its black bill.
Wistful memories of playing with her sisters while Mum and
Da rested beneath a shade tree surfaced. Three long years had passed since
she’d last seen her family. She was homesick and longed for those precious,
carefree days.
The sun stretched, sending its warming rays through an
arbor of branches and leaves. Brushing aside her melancholy, Elsbeth continued
along the light-dappled trail. A thunderous roar drifted on the wind, and she
hurried downhill to view the water cascading over a stone ledge. Mist off the
noisy flow dotted her face, and a rainbow of blue, red, and yellow arched from
one side of the falls to the other.
She hiked her skirt, hopped to a flat stone, then another,
and landed on a grey boulder positioned before the falls. Stretching her legs,
she settled in to enjoy the stunning view.
A torrent poured over the shelf’s edge into a deep pool.
Spray wafted from the churning white water, sprinkling lush vegetation
bordering a trail that snaked alongside the basin and disappeared behind the
falls. Her gaze traveled across the deluge to the far side. Pleased to see the
trail continued, she wondered what creatures stole behind the wall of water.
Her mind wandered back to Brandon McLeod. It aggravated her
that he affected her so. She must keep her distance, but accomplishing such a
feat while traveling with him would not be easy. Once Da arrived, she would
leave the commander’s care and return home with the orphans. Until then, she
would endeavor to stay away from the man.
Sadness washed over her and seeped into her heart. By all
accounts, the plan should give her a sense of resolution, but the thought of
leaving Brandon caused lonesome emptiness.
Something burst through the falls and dove into the deep
pool.
Elsbeth gasped. She drew her legs beneath her bottom,
poised to sprint. Her heart raced, and her gaze darted across the rippling
water.
A man emerged.
Brandon.
Her breath caught at the sight of his broad shoulders and
chiseled muscles. Black hair covered his sculpted chest and abdomen. He shook
his head and droplets sluiced along his bronzed skin.
She swallowed, and her interest roamed lower, but the
water’s shadowed darkness concealed his…other attributes.
He ran a hand through his wet hair as he waded in the basin.
She couldn’t look away. Curiosity and more than a twinge of
disappointment piqued. Her eyes strained, and she craned her neck to have a
better angle.
He raised his head, and his eyes locked on hers.
Heavens! He’d caught her admiring him. What the devil was wrong
with her?
His boyish grin returned. “Good morn, Sister.”
Back Cover Copy for Elsbeth
Elsbeth MacDougall recoils at the violent
Scottish rebellion and the bleak plight of orphans. Vowing to protect the
homeless, she embarks on a journey to Scone and sets her course to become a
nun, sheltering children from the cruelties of war. But when Brandon McLeod
arrives at the Abby, he shakes her convictions and stirs provoking emotions she
buried long ago.
After English
soldiers murder his family, Brandon McLeod determines a course of revenge and
leads numerous clans in Scotland’s fight for freedom. Bent on the annihilation
of English oppression, he is resolved to a life of solitude, vowing never to
marry and chance the pain of losing loved ones again. However, that was before
he met the enchanting Elsbeth.
Buy Link for Elsbeth  Amazon

4 Comments

  1. Thank you so much for having me on your lovely website today, Ruth!

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  2. It's my pleasure. I love this excerpt!

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