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Medieval Monday Welcomes "The Right Knight" by Barbara Bettis

Welcome to the first Medieval Monday in the Tavern for 2024! I'm thrilled to have my dear friend and talented author, Barbara Bettis with me today. We're celebrating her new release, The Right Knight. This medieval romance is a beautiful story and one I highly recommend.

Grab a cup of mead and let's hear what Barbara has to say about her new book...

Happy Medieval Monday. Thank you for having me here on your great blog. I’m so excited to share my latest story. It’s a short medieval novella and I hope readers love Hugh and Annis’s story as much as I loved writing it.  By the way—Congratulations on the release of your fabulous new book. I gobbled it right down as soon as I got it.

Oh, and just a note—my website is down for repairs. I hope it will be back up very soon.

Now, here’s a bit about The Right Knight.


After her father dies, Annis of Roxley fears King John will award her home to one of his pet mercenaries. Still, she’s unprepared for the knight who arrives carrying John’s order: Wed the new lord or become the king’s ward. If the new lord is anything like his disheveled representative, she’s better off –elsewhere.

Rushing to claim the castle John’s finally granted him, Sir Hugh reaches Roxley looking so unkempt, Annis takes him for a servant. Before he can reveal his identity, she disappears with her cousin. Hugh knows John rejected the cousin’s claim to Roxley. Will the knight defy royal decree and force Annis to marry? Not if Hugh can help it.

Sneak preview from The Right Knight ~

God’s toenails. Hugh huffed as his gaze followed the lady. She all but ran across the bailey.


“Martin,” he called to his captain. “Secure the walls and join me.” Then he took off after Lady Obstinate. Obstinate but beautiful with her snapping eyes and stubborn chin. He watched the sway of her hips appreciatively. Admired the way a sunbeam glinted off the chestnut curls swinging from beneath a short veil.


He quickened his pace, finally passing her. Some childish part of him had been determined to beat her to the doors.


 Even that act of command was doomed. The damned latches didn’t work. He jaggled and waggled the handles. Nothing.


Then she caught up, performed some sleight of hand, and a door swung open. Muttering a curse about repairs, he followed.  Behind him, Martin coughed, an exaggerated hack that let Hugh know his friend found the situation amusing.


He paused to wait for him.


Of all the holdings at John’s disposal, why did he saddle me with this particular castle and a blasted, contrary female?


Hugh had left London in triumph three days earlier, bound for the rich holding and the wife the king had promised him for service in the battles against France. He’d been so eager to reach his new home and bride, he’d not bothered to prepare himself before galloping up to the gates and demanding entrance in the name of King John.


Not even in the name of the new lord. Himself. Aargh!


And then to face this lady he’d been directed to marry.


She was the daughter of an old and trusted ally, John said.


A sweet young maiden, raised to know her duty, John said.




Perchance Hugh had taken a wrong turn at the last crossroads and this was not Roxley.

Perchance he’d wake from a nightmare brought on by too much ale and greasy pork at his favorite chop shop to find a golden-haired angel who clung to him in gratitude. Not this chestnut-haired, hazel-eyed, sharp-tongued…vision.

Perchance his fabled luck had deserted him. Come to recall, his luck held only in battle. He groaned.  Best unearth his agreeable nature.


Ha! He was eminently agreeable. Ask any of his men.

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Meet the Author

Award-winning author Barbara Bettis has always loved history and English. As a college freshman, she considered becoming an archeologist until she realized there likely would be bugs and snakes involved. And math. Through careers as a newspaper reporter and editor, then a college journalism and English professor, she’s retained her fascination with history. Give her a research book and a pot of tea, and she’s happy for hours. But what really makes her smile is working on a new story. Now retired, she lives in Missouri where she spins tales of heroines to die for—and heroes to live for.



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