Medieval Monday with Mary Morgan

TO WEAVE A HIGHLAND TAPESTRY 

(A Tale from the Order of the Dragon Knights)

By Mary Morgan

Today is the eleventh snippet in this series. Today I am hosting Mary Morgan. Gwen is looking to escape but cannot find a way out. Patrick, sick with a fever finds her in the courtyard that is deep with snow. What will she do to get him to return inside?

Tagline: 

Do they dare unravel the past for a future of love?

Blurb: 

Patrick MacFhearguis, hardened by battles won and lost, desires what he can never have—peace within his heart and soul.  Yet, the ever-meddling Fae weave a new journey for him to conquer—a task this highlander is determined to resist.

When skilled weaver, Gwen Hywel, is commissioned to create a tapestry for the MacFhearguis clan, she embraces the assignment. While seeking out ideas, she finds herself clutching the one thread that can alter the tapestry of her life and heart.

A man conflicted by past deeds. A woman with no family of her own. Is it possible for love to unravel an ancient past, in order to claim two badly scarred hearts? Or will the light of hope be doused forever?

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Excerpt

His smile disarmed her barriers. She was captivated by this giant. Returning a smile of her own, Gwen tugged gently. “I will make a deal with you. Once you have recovered, I would like you to escort me around Urquhart—from the grounds to the highest tower.”

He tilted his head to the side. “Even if there is snowfall?”

“Yes.”

“And ye will tell me the truth about why ye fled?”

She laughed softly. “You drive a hard bargain, MacFhearguis, but I agree to your terms.”

Leaning near, he gazed into her eyes and put his hand over hers. “A bargain I shall hold ye to.”

Read the final snippet on Mary’s blog here: https://www.marymorganauthor.com/blog