Welcome to Week Six of our Medieval Monday Fall blogs featuring Nature excerpts. In this round, each author is hosting her own book. Here is a look at my novella, A Winter Knight. Week Six! I can’t believe time is going so quickly!


It’s December. A snowstorm is sweeping the land when a lone mount loaded with ladies clothing wanders through his gates. Sir Nicholas has been tasked with setting a dilapidated manor to rights, and he’s in no mood to play hero. But he can’t in all good conscience leave a helpless female stranded. So into the frigid night he rides.

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Lifting the unconscious lady slightly, he examined her face in the glare of moonlight. A gentle breath eased from between her lips, lifting into the air like a faint, white shadow. As if her spirit left her body. His chest squeezed in an odd reaction—gentleness? Pity? Fear? Never. Not him.

Calm settled over him, numbing his emotions and sharpening his focus.

That response always hit him in an emergency.  Camille had hated the ability—called him uncaring and cold. 

Damn right, he was cold. And so was the lady.

His mind narrowed to the danger. He’d best get her back to the manor before she froze for sure.


He’s running from his past; she’s running from her future. But on a snowy winter night, they find each other and the surprising gift of love.

Sir Nicholas has given up on marriage. These days he’s content to captain his friend’s troops and avoid entanglements—until one winter night when he rescues a half-frozen woman from a snowstorm. Her irrepressible spirit and kindness to others reminds him that all ladies aren’t like his former intended, who wed his brother while Nick was on crusade. But he can’t open his heart to Lady Clare. She’s bound to another, and Nick won’t forfeit his honor. Even if she were free, he has nothing to offer but love, and this lady deserves everything.

Lady Clare’s dying grandfather has arranged her betrothal, but the arrival of the man she’s to wed sends her fleeing into a snowstorm. Injured when her horse stumbles, she’s rescued by a mysterious knight. She recovers at his run-down manor, safe at last—until her betrothed tracks her down two days before Christmas. Trapped at home with the wedding imminent, she longs for the winter knight she’s come to love.

Only a miracle can bring Clare and Nick together. But at Christmas, anything is possible.




  1. Love this line: A gentle breath eased from between her lips, lifting into the air like a faint, white shadow. As if her spirit left her body. Great snippet. Can’t wait to see what happens when she wakes up.

  2. Oh, hurry and get her inside!! 🙂 Love the comparison of the mist of breath to her spirit!

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