I’m so excited about hosting Cindy Anstey on the blog today, where she is sharing a deleted scene! Cindy is the author of Love, Lies, and Spies; Duels and Deception; Suitor snd Sabotage; and her latest novel, Carols and Chaos. I can’t wait to read Carols and Chaos as the premise totally reminds me of the Downton Abbey Christmas episodes!
A deleted scene from Chapter One of Carols and Chaos by Cindy Anstey that was deleted when the story headed in a different direction.
Leaping up, arms outstretched, Kate flew toward Matt, just as the bull’s head made contact with her foot. It was a glancing blow but it spun her around. Twisting midair, Kate tried to correct her path, to no avail; she would fall short of the fence. There was little doubt that a trampling would soon ensue.
Leaning toward her, legs locked around the top rails of the fence, Matt reached for Kate as she fell. He caught her arm before she hit the ground and tugged her up and over the fence in a Herculean move. Scraping across the top, she landed on the other side in a most undignified sprawl, and slid across a patch of ice until she came to a stop against a collection of thatch. Winded, she lay there for a moment before lifting her head.
Matt, however, was not as well placed, hanging upside down, his legs still hooked around the wooden railing; his arms flailed, as he tried to rebalance and pull himself upright. The bull watched menacingly from mere feet away—perhaps as little as three.
Jumping to her feet, Kate winced slightly as she put weight on her left foot and limped over to the fence and Matt. She grabbed him by the shoulders, stepping back, pulling him with her. “Let go,” she said as she braced, and then nearly dropped him when he did.
They landed together in a tangled heap and quickly scrambled to stand. Looking down at her foot, Kate was suddenly aware that it was throbbing. “Nothing serious. Just bruised,” she said aloud to no one in particular. “It’ll be alright in no time.” It would have to be; Yuletide was not the season to be laid up. There was far too much to do. “Would you like me to check it, Miss Darby?” Johnny asked with a saucy invitation, his voice drifting to her from somewhere behind Matt.
Kate glanced up at Matt; she answered his grin with one of her own. “Thank you for the offer, Johnny, but… ah, no. That won’t be necessary,” she replied as she turned and hobbled toward the cart.
Kate shook her head. She best get back to the manor before Mrs. Lundy started to worry. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw that Matt hadn’t moved but stood watching her. Then, in a deft move, he stepped forward, picked her up and carried her to the cart.