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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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I don't pick-up historical romance books very often but was drawn to
read this one because of who the author is. I'm a fan of Sarah
Hegger's contemporary romances so decided to try this medieval tale.
Result? I'll definitely continue with the Sir Arthur's Legacy
series, starting with book one -Sweet Bea.
It took a little while for me to get into this story; to become
familiar with the writing style, language and characters. Once that
was achieved, I was quickly turning the pages as the narrative became
addictive and my interest in the protagonists increased.
Gregory comes across as a tortured soul. Torn between his love for
Lady Faye and his calling to devote his life to God, we watch as he
wrestles with his conscience even when the love of his life
reciprocates his feelings.
As an abused wife, Lady Faye has always found solace in her
relationship with dashing knight Gregory and was left heart-broken
when he left for the monastery to take up his life long ambition to
become a monk. When her eldest son is kidnapped, it is Gregory her
family turn to, to help rescue him, re-awakening her attraction to
the only man she's loved and can't have.
The mutual loyalty, devoting and love Gregory and Faye show for each
other is both heart-warming and heart-breaking. Set at a time where
family and duty take precedence over personal wants and desires, it
is intriguing to follow the protagonists as they overcome the
physical obstacles that lie in their wake, whilst wrestling with
guilty consciences and pent-up lust! As I've come to expect from
this author My Lady Faye is well written with the storyline flowing
beautifully, keeping my attention throughout.
Sublime.
5 Stars
***arc generously received courtesy of the publisher via NetGalley***
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.”
Mimicking her globe trotting adventures, Sarah’s career path began as a gainfully employed actress, drifted into public relations, settled a moment in advertising, and eventually took root in the fertile soil of her first love, writing. She also moonlights as a wife and mother.She currently lives in Draper, Utah, with her teenage daughters, two Golden Retrievers and aforementioned husband. Part footloose buccaneer, part quixotic observer of life, Sarah’s restless heart is most content when reading or writing books.
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