Excerpt of Song of the Highlands: The Cambels by K.E. Saxon

Morgana lifted the lid to the pot she had hooked to the spit over the hearth and took out a spoonful. She walked over to him and pushed it under his nose. His eyes crossed trying to look at it, but she didn’t give him time, instead simply shoveling it between his teeth.

“Mmm. ‘Tis tasty,” he said between chews. “Rabbit?”

Morgana nodded. She’d been assigned to the kitchens at the nunnery, a thing, it turned out, that pleased her well. For she loved to cook and she loved to feed those she cared for.

He took hold of her other hand and raised it to his lips, placing a kiss in its palm. “Lovely.”

Morgana trembled. Was he talking about her? Or the rabbit stew?

After the night she’d just shared with him, her heart had grown ever fonder, and she craved to know that he might be feeling a bit of the same hopeful joy that she was feeling now.

She leaned down and kissed him on the lips. ‘Twas a bold move, she knew, a romantic gesture.

For, she knew, much deeper feelings could be relayed in a kiss than in the act of copulation of which so many at court partook.

Her heart warmed when he returned the kiss in like fashion. She smiled into it, then grinned when he did the same. He whacked her on the bottom, saying, “Finish cooking my meal, woman, else I’ll not have the energy to finish where we left off last night.”