Happy Saturday my lovelies! I hope you have a great weekend planned.  Today I’m on the blog blitz for Reclaimed by Her Rebel Knight by Jenni Fletcher and am delighted to share an extract with you AND bring you a giveaway!

the blurb

Reunited with her warrior husband

When Constance inherited her father’s lands she had no choice but to marry cold-hearted Matthew Wintour. He left her for the battlefield without even a wedding night. Five years later Matthew has returned—a valiant knight! But Constance is no longer a frightened girl. And this time she must reach out to discover the honourable man behind the armour and what pleasures await them in the marriage bed…

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extract

This extract comes from chapter nine when recently reunited couple Matthew and Constance are travelling through Lincolnshire towards their new home. The year is 1214 and they’ve just been arguing about King John.

They reached the hostelry before dark, though unfortunately not before the start of the drizzle, so that they were both coated in a fine layer of moisture by the time they reached the front door. It was a small establishment, clean and dry, if a bit on the poky side, though to Matthew’s dismay the taproom was already packed with a band of what looked like travelling minstrels. He swore inwardly, settling Constance at a table by the fireside before making his way through the throng to the counter, arranging beds for the night as well as meals and two flagons of ale.

‘Here.’ He shouldered his way back across the room and placed the ale on the table in front of her, though she didn’t look up. The atmosphere between them had been strained ever since their argument about the King, and no wonder. It was, he had to admit, entirely his fault. He’d been far more severe than the occasion had warranted, but her words had caught him off guard, putting his brain on immediate alert. In his defence, he’d been thinking with an entirely different part of his body only a few moments before, their close physical proximity having a surprisingly potent effect on his senses, but his reaction had undoubtedly made the situation worse.

He ought not to have challenged her so harshly. Then again, he ought not to have pinned her so close to her horse like a prisoner either, but once he’d lifted her down, he’d found it surprisingly difficult to move away again. She hadn’t seemed particularly averse to him either—on the contrary, the way her breathing had quickened suggested the opposite—but now she was avoiding his eyes and chewing on her nails as if she were ravenous. Or nervous? The idea made him uncomfortable. He didn’t often care what other people thought of him, but he didn’t want his wife to be nervous or, even worse, scared of him. He had no intention of turning into his father… He took a swig of ale, trying to think of something to say that might restore the peace between them. He needed to make her smile again, if only to reassure himself that he wasn’t a monster.

‘About before…’ he wasn’t accustomed to apologising ‘…I might have overreacted.’

She lifted her cup, took a sip and then rested the rim against her lips, still without looking at him. ‘Yes. You did.’

‘You need to understand that I’m a knight in the King’s army. I can’t listen to criticism of him.’

‘Mmm.’ Her expression was distinctly cynical.

‘What?’

She narrowed her eyes, appearing to consider for a moment, before lifting her chin. ‘Nothing.’

‘Really?’ He sat back in his chair, pleased to discover that she wasn’t scared of him after all. Her tone was defiant again. Which was a relief, although her scepticism was somewhat unsettling, too.

‘Yes, really. I’ve no wish to be told off again, thank you.’

‘You won’t be. What are you thinking?’

‘Very well.’ She met his gaze finally, her own accusing. ‘Since you ask, I think that you lied when you said you were only talking about the campaign in France to my uncle. I think that there was more to it than that. And I don’t think youapprove of the King either, even if youare one of his knights.’ She pursed her lips. ‘But, like you said, it’s men’s business.’

about the author

Jenni Fletcher is Scottish by birth, but now lives in Yorkshire where she writes Medieval, Roman, Victorian and Regency romance novels. She studied English at Cambridge and Hull University and now teaches Creative Writing at a small university in the north of England. Her favourite Jane Austen novel is Persuasion and her favourite Brontë is Anne. If she had to choose a romantic hero it would be John Thornton, but maybe that’s just because she’s northern.

Where to find Jenni online: Twitter ~ Facebook

international giveaway

Win 3 x US Version PB copies of Reclaimed by Her Rebel Knight

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Thanks to Rachel for inviting me on to the tour and to Jenni and the publisher for sharing an extract with us.

Have a wonderful day lovelies!

Chelle x

 

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