Bronwyn Green

The Corner of Quirky & Kinky

Yes, for those of you keeping score at home, I’m sick again. I find it grossly unfair that I’m allergic to all flu and pneumonia vaccines. Even more unfair is the fact that Starbucks doesn’t deliver.

I want a Bat Signal, only instead of Batman’s bat, I want it to show a venti cinnamon dolce latte in the sky, and then I want one of those super nice Starbuck’s employees to deliver it to me. I’d tip, for God’s sake. And I’d promise only to use it in times of great need. Like today. Sigh…I want some damn coffee.

In other news, Mist and Stone was released today from TEB as a single title – yay! And tomorrow…or maybe it’s Wednesday…I dunno (lack of decent coffee does that to me) it comes out in audio book!

Here’s an excerpt:

“Touch her, and I will geld you before you take your next breath.” Rage filling her vision, Willow stepped in front of the young priestess at her side and blocked the advances of the man before them.

His thin lips peeled away from his teeth in a poor facsimile of a smile. “Mayhap, I will touch you instead.”

As he reached for her breast, she drew her dagger from the sheath attached to her kirtle and pressed the blade against the man’s groin. Unprepared for her bold move, he gasped and froze in place. She did not bother hiding her smile as she pushed the blade upwards bringing him to his toes.

Hooves clattered over the courtyard’s stones and a rider dismounted, but she refused to look away from the man in front of her.

The rider moved beside her and locked a warm hand around her wrist.

She turned to glare at the second man. “Have you come to protect your brother in arms from my blade?”

Recognition hit her low in the gut as familiar eyes, blue as a bright autumn day, crinkled with poorly concealed amusement. Gareth.

A crooked smile quirked his lips as he ignored her question as well as her barb. “While I am tempted to allow you to make good on your threat, I do not think the King would appreciate you spilling the blood of one of his knights.” He paused and eyed the man at the end of her dagger. “No matter how much he likely deserves it.”

“Release me,” she demanded. She refused to allow either man to think she was a helpless child.

In response, Gareth grabbed the other man’s tunic and gently, but firmly, pulled her weapon from its intended target. “The priestess is none of your concern, Maleagant. You will give her a wide berth or Arthur will hear of this.”

The other man narrowed his eyes, rage bright in the icy depths. “They are pagan whores.” Yanking free of Gareth’s grasp, he stumbled backwards. “God does not care for them. Why should Arthur?”

Willow shook with anger as he disappeared from view. She turned her scowl on the man who still held her wrist, caressing the underside with a callused thumb. A shiver worked down her spine as he continued to stroke the sensitive skin.

“Ever the protector of the weak, Sir Gareth the Brave,” she scoffed as she shook her hair from her face, taking care not to reveal how his slightest touch affected her. Though she had taken pains to pretend otherwise, her childhood infatuation had never truly gone away. If anything, it was worse than ever. However, it was difficult to rectify the noble knight before her with the boy who had pushed her into mud puddles and put frogs in her hair.

Gangly, red-haired Gareth had become a knight to be envied. Gone were the knobby knees and clumsy feet of a boy. In his place stood a man, tall and broad shouldered. If the heavy mail covering his body was any indication, he was also thickly muscled—he would have to be to support the weight of the metal as if it were no more cumbersome than his tunic. His hair had darkened to a russet brown, and his voice had deepened, though it still held the rich accent of the Orkney Isles. Only his eyes remained unchanged and right now they bored into hers.

She attempted to tug her arm free of his grasp, but he held firm, pulling her closer until she needed to tilt her head to meet his gaze. The heat of his body surrounded her, chasing away the chill of the spring morning.

“You have made a fierce enemy in Malaegant,” he growled.

She shrugged. “I do not fear him.”

“You should.” He tightened his grip on her wrist. Plucking her dagger from her fingers, he slipped it into his belt.

How dare he appropriate her weapon as though she was a child who could not be trusted to handle sharp objects? Her irritation deepened.

“You have humiliated him, and he will not soon forget it. If ever.” Lifting her chin, he forced her to meet his gaze. “You must take heed, Willow—especially while you are at Camelot. He is a dangerous man.”

She leaned closer and gently lifted his hair from his forehead, enjoying the sensation of his silky locks sliding through her fingers. Squinting, she peered intently at him as if searching for hidden secrets.

Frowning, he caught her wandering hand and pressed it to his chest. “What do you play at, woman?”

“I play at nothing. I am simply searching for hoof prints.”

His brow furrowed and confusion spread across his features. “Hoof prints?”

She bit her lip, stifling the smile that threatened. “Your solicitous behaviour is so unlike your usual treatment of me, I can only assume your mount has kicked you in the head recently.”

His firm lips twitched, but whether in amusement or annoyance, she was unable to tell. She fought the urge to smooth her fingertips across them.

He leaned towards her, bringing his face so close she could feel the warm flutter of his breath upon her skin. Was he going to kiss her?

Holding her gaze, Gareth slowly raised her palm to his lips and brushed a kiss across the centre. Nervous excitement trembled through her middle as he raised his head slightly. “Have a care, Willow, lest I feel the need to remind you that Malaegant is not the only dangerous man nearby.”

0 thoughts on “Crawling Out from Under the Plague Rock

  1. If I lived in your town I would totally bring you Starbucks, if only for the weird experience of watching you actually drink coffee.

    Boo on the plague. Hooray on the book!

  2. Congrats on the release! My 'Bat Signal' would be for chocolate:) With interchangeable logos for my favorite candy bars or Dove chocolates!

  3. Woot! Congrats on the release – I love this story!
    And get better, dang it!

  4. Ashley Ladd says:

    Hope you feel better soon. Happy Thanksgiving.

  5. Anny Cook says:

    Congrats on the release! Please feel better soon!

  6. Cinnamon Dolce Latte is my favorite, too. Here's hoping you get one soon and hugs on your release. Another winner for you, Darling. Feel better soon.

  7. I would bring you some too. And chai for me so I could hang out while you drank it in case you needed more. Feel better and happy release day!

  8. I love that cover! I hope you're feeling better soon.

  9. Kris Norris says:

    What? A Bronwyn book I haven't read? This is serious. I must rectify the matter at once. Heading off to the e-store. Feel better soon, girl. You've got more fabulous stories to write!


  10. Dakota Rebel says:

    Hey plaguey! Where did you go? You crawled out from under that rock forever ago. You'd better be writing.


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