I've been writing madly and working pretty gosh darn hard lately. I am just putting the final touches to my Steampunk novella, Strange Phenomena and launched headlong into a romance novel set in the Victorian era. I'm enjoying the research in this time period and so far I've managed to bang out about 23,000 word in a two week period. Fingers crossed this surge of ideas and words on screen will continue!
My medieval Christmas novella, Misrule's Mistress is coming soon from Pink Petal Books. I thought I would share a little snippet of Barric and Ellette's story. I hope you enjoy it!
“If I were sure that you loved me, if you would accept my offer, I would wait if I knew how long.” Barric slowly closed his fingers over the ring and let his hand fall down by his side.
“I cannot tell you, for I do not know – a year, two... or three.”
“But after all these long years, would you then marry me?”
“I do not know, Barric; I do not know what to say. I am confused and do not know what I want or feel,” she said as went to walk away but Barric caught her arm and she turned her head and looked at him.
“You kissed me back, Ellette.”
“I know, I know I did... but...”
“Then without an answer I cannot wait for you, Ellette, no matter how much I want to,” Barric said as his hand slid down her cheek. “If I cannot have you, it matters little who I take for a wife. And because of that, I vow I will be married by the Feast of Epiphany.”
Arching a brow, Ellette replied, “Are brides so easily found?”
“I want you, Ellette, but if you do not wish me for a husband and cast me aside, I will be forced to find a bride elsewhere.”
“By the end of our winter festivities?”
“Aye,” Barric said.
“I fear you have taken our games and challenges too far. For whom will you marry... the kitchen maid, or the weaver’s daughter? I am the only eligible maid at Cranley, and I say nay.”
“Mayhap, but I will be married by midnight at the feast.”
“In twelve days?” Torn and confused, Ellette stared at Barric. Part of her wanted to cry that perhaps she had been too hasty, perhaps one day, far away, she would marry him. Mixed with that, she was annoyed and hurt that he would think she was so easily replaced; and lastly, a hint of competitiveness reared its head. She almost wanted to take his challenge and wager that it would be impossible to marry in twelve days.
“Aye – I swear it,” Barric said as he turned and returned to the feast, leaving Ellette alone with her riotous thoughts.