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The Warriors' Prize by Jennifer C Wilson. Extract


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Book Description


Stirling Castle, 1498


Visiting court for the first time since her father's death, Lady Avelina Gordon finds herself drawn to

the handsome warrior, Sir Lachlan MacNair. But as a woman who has seen too many of her friends

lose everything for 'love', she keeps her heart guarded.


Castle Berradane, 1502


Lady Avelina is unceremoniously told to expect her new husband within the month. The man in

question: Sir Lachlan.


Lachlan arrives in Berradane carrying his own secret, and a determination to control his heart. As

attraction builds between the couple, they find themselves under attack and fearful of a traitor in

their midst.


Can the teamwork they've shown in adversity so far pull them through one final test, and will they

find the strength to risk their hearts, as well as their lives?



Extract


The Warriors’ Prize – Extract 5 – Chapter Seventeen, before the raid


“Tomorrow, be careful,” Avelina said, as she prepared their bed the night before the raid. She sighed

to herself; it truly was ridiculous that still nothing had happened between them. It was a miracle

nobody had yet discovered she and Lachlan were not yet married in the truest sense of the word,

but then, she suspected everyone in the household had been avoiding entering their chamber for

fear of ‘disturbing them’. If only there was anything to disturb. She had told herself that for the last

few nights, the reason was to avoid giving Lachlan anything else to worry about in his preparation for

the raid, but she was starting to worry she was just making excuses. And they were running out.

Lachlan was standing over his clothes-chest, reordering his belongings, clearly looking for something.

“What are you doing? If you’re looking for something, I can try to help?” A tidy bedchamber was

something she had always found a sense of pride in, however strange that sounded for a grown

woman. But then, being on the border, there was the need to always be ready for whatever danger

may arise; there wasn’t always the luxury of time.

He paused. “I want to wear my thicker doublet under my maille tomorrow, but I cannot find it. I

swear it was in here.”

“It was, until I took it out.”

“What? Why would you do that? I need to know where my equipment is, at all times, especially now

I’m here, so close to the border. You know that better than anyone. Where is it?”

Shocked at the hint of anger in his voice, but keen to put it down to pre-raid anxiety, Avelina said

nothing, but walked over to the tall hanging space she had installed for her finer gowns. “I heard you

talking to the men, saying how important it was that the key parts of your equipment are kept in

good condition. So I took it out, and hung it here instead. Apparently, Sarah does the same for

Hamish.”

For a moment, she couldn’t read the look on his face. Confusion seemed a large part of it. An

element of anger?

“You hung it up?”

“I thought it was the right thing to do. Hamish checked it, and said it wasn’t going to be damaged.”

She remembered the smile on his face, clearly thinking that she was making a romantic gesture for

her husband. Maybe she had been, despite herself, but a more important part of it was to make sure

he came home safe. He was her husband now, after all, and it mattered for her own reputation that

he didn’t get slaughtered the first time he went out into the wilds beyond her lands.

“Thank you.”

“It wasn’t the wrong thing to do?”

Lachlan shook his head, a strange smile on his face. “No, definitely not the wrong thing to do. I’m just

not used to having anyone other than myself to look after my things. Or anywhere to have hung it up

even if I had wanted to.”

She stopped short of telling him that he now had both of those things. Just.





Author Bio


Jennifer has been stalking dead monarchs since she was a child. It started with Mary, Queen of Scots,

then moved onto Richard III. At least now it results in a story!


She won North Tyneside Libraries' Story Tyne short story competition in 2014 (no dead monarchs,

but still not a cheerful read), and has been filling notebooks and hard-drives ever since. Her Kindred

Spirits series, following the 'lives' of some very interesting ghostly communities, is published by

Darkstroke, and her historical romances by Ocelot Press.


Jennifer is currently exploring some new ideas for historical romance, and hoping to visit Kindred

Spirit friends old and new, north of the border...



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