A Medieval Festival in "Tremors" by Anastasia Abboud
Welcome to Medieval Monday Blog Hop! We're on week three of our theme of First Kiss. My guest today is the lovely and talented Anastasia Abboud. If you recall, she was a guest in the Tavern a few weeks ago. If you didn't get a chance to read our chat, drop in here.
Today, Anastasia is sharing a snippet from her fabulous story, Tremors. Don't forget to check out the Medieval Romance Lovers facebook page here to check out the other authors' links to their posts and giveaways!
If you're following along with my snippets from Magnar, hop on over to Anastasia's blog here.
Happy Reading!
Snippet from Tremors
“It’s a fine festival,” he said.
“I agree. The only thing that bothers me about festivals like this is the overall impression they give to those who are less informed.”
“What impression?”
“The main misconception is that the Middle Ages were so much simpler than now.”
He thought about that for a moment. It was a misconception, all right. Life these days could be overwhelming, complex, but… suddenly, her words about medieval people being human made more sense.
Last week’s snippet on Jenna Jaxon’s blog: https://jennajaxon.wordpress.com/
Follow along next week on Bambi Lynn’s blog: https://bambilynnblog.wordpress.com/
A Norse farmer crashes into this century from fourteenth-century Scotland. How did it happen? Why did he escape the plague when the rest of his family died? He should have died with them.
Three years later, Lachlann is no closer to the truth. His body has healed. He has a job and a place to lay his head at night. He has even learned a little modern English. If he could just figure out how to go back, he might be able to save his family, save his son. But he still can’t read, is still tormented by throbbing headaches and nightmares. Maybe he died after all. Maybe he’s in hell.
But would there be an angel in hell?
Deidre became a medieval history professor because of a treasured family heirloom, the medieval drawing of a farmer that she loved since childhood. Too bad she couldn’t have married him instead of the lying, vicious cheat who had almost ruined her life. Almost.
With a new life in a new city, she has moved forward. She doesn’t need anyone, especially a man. But she can’t seem to ignore her new neighbor, a gorgeous giant with a strange accent, haunted eyes, and a shocking resemblance to her medieval ploughman.
How can she erase the tormented look in his eyes? If only he would confide in her.
But is she prepared to do the same? To explain how she lost everything – her job, her family, her self-respect – because of her own, poor choices?
And why does she have the feeling that she could lose it all again?
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