For My Lady's Honor. Sharon Schulze

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      “Show me,”

      she said, her whispered demand intense with the maelstrom of feeling whirling through her.

      His lips quirked into a teasing smile. “Show you what, milady?” His gaze beckoned her, enticed her to lean closer to him.

      Did she have the courage to continue what she’d started? A simple glance at Padrig’s face was all the answer she needed.

      “Show me how to kiss, if you please,” she said, in the haughtiest tone she could contrive—though she mitigated that offense with a smile.

      “There are many kinds of kisses.” He nuzzled her cheek, then touched his lips to her ear. “You’ve only to tell me what you want, milady,” he whispered. “I am yours to command.”

      Unfamiliar desires engulfed her; her body demanded something, but she’d little notion precisely what it was she wanted. What she needed.

      All at once the answer came to her. She wanted more...!

      Praise for Sharon Schulze’s novels

      Lady of the Keep

      “A warmhearted tale where love mends old wounds and broken dreams.”

      —Romantic Times BOOKclub

      The Hidden Heart

      “…a medieval romance bound to break your heart, then mend it good as new.”

      —Affaire de Coeur

      The Shielded Heart

      “A fine addition to the author’s L’Eau Clair Chronicles, and one that will make readers look forward to more!”

      —Romantic Times BOOKclub

      For My Lady’s Honor

      Sharon Schulze

      To my son Patrick and his wonderful wife:

       May your life together always be full of love and laughter.

      And in loving memory of my grandmother,

      Clara Willey—for card games, Sunday dinners (and wrestling!) and making each of us feel like the most special person in the world.

      Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

      Chapter Nineteen

      Chapter Twenty

      Chapter Twenty-One

      Chapter Twenty-Two

      Chapter Twenty-Three

      Chapter Twenty-Four

      Chapter Twenty-Five

      Chapter Twenty-Six

      Chapter Twenty-Seven

      Chapter One

      The Welsh Marches, 1222

      Lady Alys Delamare slid her head out of the blanket and greeted the brightening sky with relief. After a nigh sleepless night—during which she’d scarce dared move upon her pallet lest her maddeningly observant escort notice her restlessness—she couldn’t wait to be quit of her bed and on the road once more.

      Another day of their journey meant another day in the company of the ever-irksome Sir Padrig ap Huw.

      Yet it also brought her another day closer to bidding him farewell.

      ’Twas a shame the nagging voice inside her head—speaking for the part of her that took a reluctant pleasure in Padrig’s teasing ways—had taken on a sad tone at the thought of their inevitable parting.

      She’d plans for her life, plans that didn’t include an attractive young knight…no matter how appealing she found him.

      She peeked over at Padrig’s bedroll. ’Twas empty.

      By the Virgin, she’d swear she’d heard him every time he’d so much as shifted on the ground in the night! How had he managed to rise without her noticing?

      He’s a skilled warrior! Who knows what the man is capable of?

      Alys squirmed free of her bedding and stood, tugging at her twisted undertunic and giving a shimmy to settle the garment. Ignoring the stout boots and bliaut on the ground beside her, she edged around Marie, her maid, who continued to snore unabated.

      Mayhap Marie had drowned out the sound of Padrig’s leaving. She bit back a laugh. ’Twas possible, for the young woman could nigh wake the deaf at times, she made such a racket.

      Once away from Marie, Alys focused instead on the beauty of the morning. Thick grass covered the clearing, soft and cool beneath her bare feet. The sensation sent a shiver of pleasure through her; she could scarce remember the last time she’d had the chance to savor the feel of the earth against her skin.

      A smile on her lips, she crept from the clearing and, following a faint path through the trees, entered the forest.

      Her unbound hair, mussed from sleep, caught in a low branch. She paused to free herself, the fresh scent of pine adding to her awareness of the world around her—and of herself. She felt vividly alive, conscious of her body in a strange new way.

      Her senses alert, Alys heard water splashing. Following the sound, she hurried along the path until she reached a small pool surrounded by trees and rocks.

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