Monday, November 19, 2018

Medieval Monday Blog Hop with Elisabeth Hobbes

I hope you’re enjoying the excerpts. Today my guest is Elisabeth Hobbes. Her excerpt is from A Wager for the Widow. "I suppose a kiss of gratitude is out of the question?”
From the very first page, it had me hooked. The hero's entrance is incredibly memorable, as is he.” Amazon Reviewer 
Excerpt Three:
She nodded her head the smallest degree that manners would permit and Will hid a smile, turning instead to greet Edmund and Anne.
Throughout the meal Will’s mind was firmly on his duties, determined to ensure everything ran smoothly. Once or twice throughout the evening he sensed Lady Peyton’s eyes on him as he explained the ingredients of a particular dish to Sir Edgar, but if ever he looked directly at her she whipped her head down.
Before the sweet dishes were brought out Sir Edgar stood and left the table. The atmosphere took on a more informal air in his absence as members of the household dispersed or moved into groups and the hall became pleasantly alive with the sounds of voices and dice games.
Will found a spot on the end of a bench and allowed himself a moment of satisfaction that the evening had been accomplished smoothly. He watched as the three women and their attendants moved to seats by the fireside. Lady Fitzallan and Anne began to devour a plate of honeyed figs, but Lady Peyton seated herself slightly apart from her mother and sister, her body perfectly still and her eyes downcast. The air of melancholy surrounding her was almost tangible and Will’s heart lurched at the sight.
Can Will help Eleanor be happy again?  Read next week’s excerpt on Judith Marshall’s blog to find out. https://judithmarshallauthor.com/blog/
Blurb: "I suppose a kiss of gratitude is out of the question?"

Widowed Lady Eleanor Peyton has chosen a life of independence. Living alone on her rocky coastal outcrop, she's cut herself off from the world of men—until William Rudhale saves her life and demands a kiss!

As steward to Lady Eleanor's father, Will knows the desire he burns with is futile—but he'll still wager he can claim Eleanor's kiss by midwinter. Yet when the tide turns Will realizes vulnerable Eleanor is far too precious to gamble with. Can he win his lady before it's too late?
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