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MY LADY FAYE
Sir Arthur's Legacy #2
Sarah Hegger
Released September 1st, 2015
Kensington Books : Lyrical
The Lady
The
fair Lady Faye has always played the role allotted her. Yet the marriage her
family wanted only brought her years of abuse and heartache. Now, finally free
of her tyrannical husband, she is able to live her own life for the first time.
But someone from the past has returned. Someone she has never been able to
forget.
The Warrior
After
years of servitude as a warrior for King and Country, Gregory is now free to
pursue his own path: to serve God by becoming a monk. The only thing stopping
him is Faye. Gregory has loved Faye since the moment he saw her. But their love
was not meant to be. How can he serve God when his heart longs for her? He can
neither forsake God nor the woman he loves.
The Promise
When
Faye's son is kidnapped, Gregory answers her family's call for help, only to
find that even in the most dangerous of circumstances, neither can fight their
forbidden attraction. An attraction that now burns brighter than ever before.
And it is only a matter of time until it consumes them both.
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The ache
in Gregory’s knees brought him closer to God. Hunger gnawed at his belly and
reminded him of his connection with the Lord. For three days, he had fasted and
prayed, waited for God to show him the way to enter into service.
God
remained silent.
He must
pray harder and keep at it until he had his answer. God’s way was not always
the way of man and His divine timing did not always answer the impetuous call
of sinners.
Something
clattered through the bars of his cell.
Gregory
started, but kept his eyes closed. He could afford no distractions in his wait
for God to deign to speak with him. Sweat broke out on his brow. He bowed his
head. “Dear Father in Heaven...”
Another
skittering across the floor and Gregory opened his eyes.
A pebble
lay almost within reach at his knees, a pale trespasser against the dark stone
floor of his bare cell. A thin pallet rested against one wall, stripped of
linen except for a rough blanket. On the opposite wall a tiny barred window
overlooked the fields were they worked each day. Above it, a stark wooden cross
served as a reminder that all here was by Grace alone. Beneath the casement
stood a plain wood table and a bench.
The Abbey
bell tolled Terce over
the undulating chant of the monks reciting the second of the Little Hours of
the Divine Office. Father Abbott had understood his need for private
meditation, but he would be expected at Lauds.
“Psst!”
Not God
at all, unless the Almighty had grown a set of large hands and gripped the bars
of his cell so tightly His knuckles turned white.
A dark
head popped over the lip, followed by dark eyebrows and the sharply drawn
planes of a face many a lass considered handsome.
“Garrett?”
Gregory’s knees creaked as he rose. Sharp pain lanced through his long-frozen
muscles. Three days, most of which spent on your knees, would turn any man’s
limbs into a grandfather’s. “Is that you?”
“Aye?”
Garrett blinked away a sweat droplet that snaked down his brow and into his
eye. His face turned redder. “Only could you come down, I am not sure how much
longer I can hang on.”
“Did you
climb the side?”
Teeth
clenched, Garret said, “Aye and I am about to go tumbling on my ass, so get
down here.”
Garrett’s
head disappeared from view as he scrabbled down the side of the two-story
dormitory.
If
Garrett was here, something was amiss at Anglesea. Sir Arthur might have sent
him with news. My Lady Faye. His blood thrummed in his ears. Fresh sweat
prickled over his skin as he wrenched open his door and trotted down the empty
corridor. He took the stairs three at a time. Unease spurred him into a run.
From the
chapel the monk’s voices called and responded in prayer as he entered the
kitchen yard. Singing voices reminded him he had left his former life behind,
but he needed to check all was well.
Garrett
appeared out of the dark shadows around the dormitory.
The smell
of incense hung heavy in the air.
“What is
it?” Gregory closed the distance between them.
Garrett’s
expression was grim, his shoulders tense. “You must come.”
“To
Anglesea?”
“Aye.”
Garrett turned and motioned him to follow.
Gregory
took a step and froze. He couldn’t go with Garrett. Outside these walls was not
his life anymore. His calling lay here at the Abbey. “I cannot.”
Sharp
strides driving divots into the soft, bare earth, Garrett strode back to him.
“You must come. Sir Arthur sent me for you.”
Sir
Arthur would not have sent for him if it weren’t urgent. Sir Arthur had
sponsored him as a postulant to the Abbey and he owed the man for that. But he
owed God his obedience and he had put his former life aside. “My place is here
now.”
“Your
place is where you are needed.” Movements sharp and jerky, Garrett gestured to
outside the Abbey.
He didn’t
want to ask the question. It did not concern him. Yet, his stubborn gut
demanded an answer. “What has happened?”
Garrett
clasped his arm. “It is Faye.”
“What?”
His muscles bunched in response. The words rasped from his throat. Dear
Father, please do not let her be...
What?
Hurt, or worse, reconciled with Calder. He grabbed the other man’s tunic,
twisting his hand in the fabric.
Garrett
shrugged him off. “I will explain as we ride.”
He
couldn’t go. He couldn’t not go. Again, the same tussle within him. Faye or the
Abbey, his lady versus his God. It never ended.
Garrett
stepped closer until his face was inches away. “Beatrice is worrying herself
sick. She carries our first child and if I have to tie your saintly ass on a
horse, you are coming with me. Faye needs you.”
Faye
needed him. The confusion cleared. It was all Garrett need say. Clean, crisp
purpose flooded his being. “Do you have a horse for me?”
Garrett’s
grim face softened into a smile. “Come on, before one of your monks catches
sight of me and tosses me in there.”
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