Oh, my goodness. I doesn’t seem possible that three months have passed since we began our Medieval Monday Spring 2020 excerpts with the Theme of Nature. Yet here we are, the last installment of our weekly tour. And that means the wrap up here on my blog features the final installment of A Winter Knight, one of my five Knights of Destiny stories.

Some good news to share with you: Over the past months, Nicholas and Clare’s story has finaled in the Holt Medallion and National Readers’ Choice awards. And within the past few days, it has finaled in the Beverley Contest. That competition is especially close to my heart because it honors the late Jo Beverley, one of my all-time favorite Regency authors.

Thanks for joining us during these last eleven weeks of Nature Theme on Medieval Monday. Stay tuned for news of our next theme postings. And don’t forget to drop by our Facebook Page: Medieval Romance Lovers.


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

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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.

Mounting a horse with his arms full of woman was a feat he hadn’t tried before. Gently he placed her across the saddle, then slid up behind, lifting her so she sat with legs to one side. Solomon seemed to understand his master’s problem and stood uncharacteristically still.

Nicholas settled the lady against his chest, picked up the reins, and urged the horse around to retrace the route home. He shifted until he could free the side of his cloak, then wrapped it around her for further protection.  

Who was she? And why in Satan’s name was she out here alone? Maybe she’d lost her wits and took flight in a disordered panic. He’d seen women—men too—lose their reason and go wild with grief. Or loneliness. Had she been confined to the same place for weeks on end, with no voice to hear but her own? Had she finally set out alone to find someone—anyone— else alive in the world?  His shoulders stiffened. Where in Hades did that thought come from?

He glanced at the soft bundle he held and tightened his arms. 

Answers would have to wait until she woke. Giving Solomon a touch of heel to pick up the gait, Nick followed his earlier tracks and made it back to the manor quickly.

“Send for the healer,” he called to the guard as he rode through the gate. 

“Don’t got one,” came the answer.

Of course not. Someone sure as Hades was needed to care for this unwanted guest.

Tom waited at the stable door. 

“Take care of Solomon, then come to the hall. I have an errand for you.”  Surely a woman lived somewhere close and could help out on the morrow. Provided the lady lived so long.

To see how Nicholas and Clare overcome their individual problems and find their HEA, download your copy of A Winter Knight. Still only 99 cents.

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It’s summer and what better way to celebrate than to enjoy a refreshing scoop or two of cooling ice cream? The Wild Rose Press is featuring a series built around the concept of romance and summer and— ice cream, of course.

D.V. Stone’s newest book is a heartwarming tale of a widow and widower who unexpectedly find each other during a lakeside getaway. Rainbow Sprinkles casts the hopeful colors of the rainbow on their second time around romance.

When she’d not writing her HEA stories, D.V. has two delightful blogs. Catch her blog centered around camping, one of her joys, in Welcome to the Campfire. She also shares website with fellow authors and friends in a second blog, Peek Through the Window.

Now let’s take a look at Rainbow Sprinkles.


Retired and widowed Gloriana Jones is forging on with the plans she and her late husband dreamed of—bringing joy and happiness, one ice cream cone at a time, to Lake Unami. But bad weather is drowning her dream. A trip to Upstate NY is bittersweet for Nathan James. He is excited to see his first granddaughter but without his wife he’s lonely. When his car breaks down, he heads to the only light he can see, an ice cream shop. With aid from a heavenly source, electricity sparks, but will the two weather the summer storms and find love a second time? Or will their hopes and dreams melt away?


“Do you mind if I wait until the tow truck gets here?” He plucked the wet shirt away from his chest with the long fingers of one tanned hand. “It must be electrical, even the radio stopped working.”

“No, you’re welcome to hang around as long as you need.” Gloriana riffled through a cardboard box under the counter, pulled out an extra-large t-shirt, and tossed it to him. “Here you go. The restroom is through there.”

Mr. Gorgeous beamed a perfect toothy smile. “Thanks. I’ll be right back.”

When he disappeared into the hallway, and the door clicked shut, Gloriana fanned her face. What the hot fudge was wrong with her? “Coffee. Make coffee.”


Hi, my name is D. V. Stone. I am a multi-genre author of two independently published books. Felice, Shield-Mates of Dar is a fantasy romance. Agent Sam Carter and the Mystery at Branch Lake is a mid-grade paranormal. Recently, Rock House Grill was released by Wild Rose Press. I also host Welcome to the Campfire and A Peek Through the Window, both weekly blogs. Here’s a little more about me.

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Born in Brooklyn, D.V. Stone has moved around a bit and even lived for a time on a dairy farm in Minnesota before moving back east. Throughout her wandering, she always considered herself a Jersey Girl. She met and married the love of her life, Pete—a lifelong Jersey Man, and moved this time to Sussex County. They live with Hali, a mixed breed from the local shelter and their cat Baby.

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Incredible to realize that our Spring 2020 Blog Exchanges are nearly finished! The weeks just fly by. But it’s true. And as my last guest to round out our Nature Theme, I’m so happy to welcome my friend and talented story teller, Ashley York. Ashley’s excerpt is from her latest, Eyes of the Seer, Book Two in her popular Warrior Kings Series .

And by the way, you can find my penultimate snippet at Ashley’s blog:



He wishes to prove himself…

Marcán of Clonascra bears the bloodline of Brian Boru and his prowess as a warrior has earned him great respect from everyone but Astrid, the woman who holds his heart. Between her mother’s condemning him as a pagan Seer and Astrid’s total disinterest, he finds solace as the king’s protector and confidant.

She is desperate to escape…

Astrid is more than ready to wed but her brother, the king, is in no hurry to see her married, so she decides to see to her own match-making. The man she approaches quickly reveals his lack of honor, but her overbearing mother pushes her to wed him anyway. When Astrid discovers Marcán’s love for her, will it be too late to have the happiness she’d always dreamed of?



She was asking for his forgiveness. That was all. Her sincerity was obvious, and he knew he was damned. This might be the hardest trial he had ever faced. He could not refuse her, but he tried one last time to avoid the inevitable.

“I believe ye, and I offer ye my forgiveness with nothing more required of ye.”

Her eyes rounded. “Please.”

That simple request was his undoing. “Then let us see to this bath.”

And for the last bit of this excerpt, come on over to my blog next week. See  you there

To review last week’s snippet, visit Cathy MacRae’s blog

Where to find all Medieval Monday authors:

Kelly Heckart:

Bambi Lynn :

Mary Morgan:

Sherry Ewing:

 Ruth A Casie:

Judith Sterling:

 Cathy MacRae:

Jenna Jaxon’:

Ashley York:

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