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Sweet Bea
(Book 1 in Sir
Arthur’s Legacy Series)
by
Sarah Hegger
Release Date: September 1, 2014
Available through Kensington Publishing (Lyrical)
Sweet Bea, aka
Beatrice, is impulsive, dreamy and sweet all the way through to the bone. Her
love interest, Garrett, is the total opposite. Street smart, angry and out for
vengeance, he is a man on a mission. In this story, I throw the two of them
together and see what happens when sweet mixes with bitter.
Two things, you
should know about Garrett right off the bat. Firstly, you may not like him all
the much at first (hopefully, by the end of the book, you’re going to love him
as much as I do) and secondly, he’s a medieval hero and he’s NOT a knight.
Blurb:
Is anything sweeter
than revenge?
In a family of
remarkable people, ordinary Beatrice strives to prove herself worthy. When her
family is threatened with losing everything, she rushes to London to save them.
Unfortunately, she chooses as her savior the very man who will see aher family
brought low.
Garrett has sworn
vengeance on Sir Arthur of Anglesea for destroying his life when he was a boy
and forcing his mother into prostitution for them to survive. He has chosen as
his instrument Sir Arthur's youngest daughter, Beatrice.
Can Beatrice’s
goodness teach Garrett that love, not vengeance, is the greatest reward of all?
Excerpt:
Time to be wooed.
Wooed with honeyed words and sweeter touches. Delightful tingles spread to
Beatrice’s fingertips, rushed back again, and pooled in her stomach.
Spring filled the
air with scents of new grass and wildflowers. The sun beamed from a cloudless
arc of blue above her. Birdsong serenaded her, as cornflowers merrily bobbed
beside the path. Even the insects buzzed encouragement. Only one thing was
missing.
Garrett.
She dare not tarry
much longer. Someone from the keep would soon come looking for her. Beatrice
shifted her basket to the other arm and investigated a patch of what might be
vervain. From the keep, anyone would see her picking wildflowers. Just as she
intended.
A footpath
disappeared between the dense green beech thickets. It crossed a small stream
before meandering through the trees and down to the village below. Was he still
down in the village? She tried to picture what he’d be doing. Working at the
forge, perhaps?
She gave up on the
plant and straightened. She wouldn’t know vervain from, well, anything.
Opposite the village, a path shot straight as an arrow through the meadow
toward the castle. For certain, Garrett wouldn’t come from that direction.
Perhaps he wasn’t coming at all. He’d made her no promises. There was no
understanding between them. But, she dearly hoped all the same.
Hoping, however,
didn’t make him appear.
The sun blazed down
harsh on her face and she’d freckle.
“Wish, wish, planted
a feather and wished a bird would grow.” Nurse’s voice sang in her head. It was nonsense, pure and simple. Nonsense,
like lingering alone on a path, pretending to pick wildflowers, whilst waiting
for a man she barely knew to appear. A man with dark and mysterious eyes that
whispered of secret places and forbidden pleasures. She was a goose. When she
pictured the scene in her mind, it went thus. A beautiful maiden, garbed in her
finest blue samite, engrossed in the gentle occupation of picking flowers by
the roadside. The sun gleamed off her flaxen hair and brought roses to her
alabaster cheek. Her slender form, bent like a reed to her feminine labors...
Roses be damned,
she was sweating beneath her silk. It would leave stains on the fabric. She’d
never hear the end of it from Nurse.
A soft whistle
jolted her.
Her heart leapt.
There he stood, by
the thicket.
Smiling to warm her
from the inside, one shoulder propped against a tree, arms folded across his
broad chest.
About this author:
Born British and
raised in South Africa, Sarah Hegger suffers from an incurable case of
wanderlust. Her match? A hot Canadian engineer, whose marriage proposal she
accepted six short weeks after they first met. Together they’ve made homes in
seven different cities across three different continents (and back again once
or twice). If only it made her multilingual, but the best she can manage is
idiosyncratic English, fluent Afrikaans, conversant Russian, pigeon Portuguese,
even worse Zulu and enough French to get herself into trouble.
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.
She loves to hear from readers and you can find her at
any of the places below.
Thanks for stopping by dear readers. I hope you'll pick up Sarah's book. I know you'll enjoy it immensely.
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