LADY UNDAUNTED: A Medieval Romance

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Contents

Title Page

Tamara Leigh Novels

Copyright Page

Dedication

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 Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Epilogue

LADY EVER AFTER Excerpt

Tamara Leigh Novels

About The Author

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LADY UNDAUNTED

A clean-read rewrite of
Misbegotten
,

published by HarperCollins, 1996

TAMARA LEIGH, USA Today Best-Selling Author

USA Today Bestselling author Tamara Leigh returns with a tale of betrayal, vengeance, and forbidden longing in
Lady Undaunted,
her latest historical romance set in medieval England.

BETRAYED

Declared illegitimate and denied his inheritance, Sir Liam Fawke has given six years of his life in service to his younger brother for the promise of being named heir to the Barony of Ashlingford. But when he is summoned to his brother’s deathbed, he learns his treacherous kin has secretly wed and fathered a son. Vowing to claim what is rightfully his, Liam contests his nephew’s succession. And not only finds himself at dangerous odds with the boy’s lovely, spirited mother, but attracted to one who is forbidden him—one whose son is the means by which he could twice lose all.

FORBIDDEN

Three years ago, Lady Joslyn struck a desperate bargain to wed a nobleman and provide him with an heir. Now widowed, she must protect her young son from her husband’s vengeful brother who will stop at nothing—including murder—to take what does not belong to him. But when she seeks an audience with the king to secure her son’s inheritance, she discovers Sir Liam may have the stronger claim and that the truth of him could make lies of all she was led to believe. More unsettling, she is drawn to the man beneath the anger who can never forgive her for the part she played in his brother’s deception—nor forget to whom she first belonged.

TAMARA LEIGH NOVELS

CLEAN READ HISTORICAL ROMANCE

THE FEUD: A MEDIEVAL ROMANCE SERIES

Baron Of Godsmere:
Book One

Baron Of Emberly
: Book Two

Baron of Blackwood:
Book Three

MEDIEVAL ROMANCE SERIES

Lady At Arm
s
:
Book One

Lady Of Eve:
Book Two

STAND-ALONE MEDIEVAL ROMANCE NOVELS

Lady Of Fire

Lady Of Conquest

Lady Undaunted

Lady Ever After
Releasing Fall 2016

Dreamspell:
A Medieval Time Travel Romance

INSPIRATIONAL HISTORICAL ROMANCE

AGE OF FAITH: A MEDIEVAL ROMANCE SERIES

The Unveiling:
Book One

The Yielding:
Book Two

The Redeeming:
Book Three

The Kindling:
Book Four

The Longing
: Book Five

INSPIRATIONAL CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE

HEAD OVER HEELS: STAND-ALONE ROMANCE NOVELS

Stealing Adda

Perfecting Kate

Splitting Harriet

Faking Grace

SOUTHERN DISCOMFORT: A CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE SERIES

Leaving Carolina:
Book One

Nowhere, Carolina:
Book Two

Restless in Carolina:
Book Three

OUT-OF-PRINT GENERAL MARKET TITLES

Warrior Bride
1994: Bantam Books

*Virgin Bride
1994: Bantam Books

Pagan Bride
1995: Bantam Books

Saxon Bride
1995: Bantam Books

Misbegotten
1996: HarperCollins

Unforgotten
1997: HarperCollins

Blackheart
2001: Dorchester Leisure

*
Virgin Bride
is the sequel to
Warrior Bride

Pagan Pride
and
Saxon Bride
are stand-alone novels

www.tamaraleigh.com

LADY UNDAUNTED (a clean read rewrite of the 1996 HarperCollins bestseller
Misbegotten
) Copyright © 2016 by Tammy Schmanski, P.O. Box 1298, Goodlettsville, TN 37070,
 
[email protected]

This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, incidents, and dialogues are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author.

ISBN-13: 978-1-942326-19-9

All rights reserved. This book is a copyrighted work and no part of it may be reproduced, stored, or transmitted in any form or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photographic, audio recording, or any information storage and retrieval system) without permission in writing from the author. The scanning, uploading, and distribution of this book via the Internet or any other means without the author’s permission is illegal and punishable by law. Thank you for supporting authors’ rights by purchasing only authorized editions.

Cover Design: Ravven

FOR PATTI ~

Lady Joslyn, Sir Liam, and my many other ladies and knights join me in thanking you for the blessing of your readership, keen eye, and wise counsel. Above all, I thank you for your beautiful friendship.

CHAPTER ONE

England, Spring of 1348

He hated the waiting. It made him feel like a vulture circling an animal drawing its last breath. But that was what he did—waited for his brother to die so the promise made would be fulfilled.

Heaving a sigh of disgust, Liam turned and strode back toward the opposite end of the great hall. For a quarter hour, he had time and again paced this stretch, scattering rushes until he had worn a path down to the flooring. He did so twice more—past the hearth and stairwell, past trestle tables and benches stacked against the wall, past the dais upon which the lord’s high seat awaited him.

He halted.
Patience,
he silently counseled.
What are a few hours compared to years?

By the morrow, Maynard would take the death pall and all would be as it should have been from the beginning. Liam, first born of Montgomery Fawke, would attain his rightful place as lord of Ashlingford. A baron at last.

He closed his eyes. Though he had shouldered responsibility for the demesne all these years, the title had belonged to his young half brother. But it was Liam who oversaw the immense barony, supervised the accounts, met the people’s needs, and managed to keep Maynard in funds enough to satisfy his excesses.

All would be different now. Never again would Liam’s destiny be controlled by another.

“William.”

Liam turned to the man who refused to call his nephew by the name given him by his Irish mother. A man who was of the Holy Church, yet had likely known more women than his nephew.

Ivo stood at the base of the stairs, his priest’s vestments creased from hours of prayer for his dying nephew, gaze as accusing as when he had arrived at Ashlingford this noon. “It gnaws at you,” he snarled.

Liam stared.

“All this waiting,” Ivo said, though no explanation was necessary.

Anger flared. Not that Liam was unaccustomed to such baiting. There had never been affection between uncle and nephew, Ivo having long ago made known his hatred of the one he claimed was misbegotten. For the priest, there had only ever been Maynard.

Liam narrowed his lids. “What is it you want?”

“I come from Maynard.”

When Ivo left that hanging, Liam said, “He is dead?”

As if his were a secret that might move the world, Ivo’s eyes lit. “Patience, my son. ’Twill happen soon enough.”

“What have you come for?”

“The baron refuses confession and the taking of the Last Sacrament until he has spoken with you. He would have you attend him at once.”

Maynard having earlier denied his brother entrance to his death chamber, Liam’s suspicions mounted. What more was there to discuss? What provisions not already made? Certes, it was something pleasing to Ivo, meaning all was not as it should be. “I shall follow.”

His uncle lifted his robes and ascended the steps.

When the stairway stood empty, Liam lowered his head and prayed all would be over soon. Then he took the stairs two at a time to the landing, strode the corridor, and entered the chamber.

“Come,” Maynard rasped.

As Liam advanced, he looked to the woman of middling years who sat beside his brother’s bed. Pressing a bunched kerchief to her eyes, the still handsome Emma wept.

She had been with Maynard since his birth. As his wet nurse and later his nursemaid, she had known him better than his own mother—and loved him more. But in spite of her loyalty to the son who was noble on both sides of him, she had always been kind to Liam.

He halted alongside Ivo and considered his brother’s pitifully battered body atop the bedclothes. Though it was Liam who had carried Maynard up to the keep and laid him on his bed, the physician had ordered everyone from the chamber. Thus, Liam had not seen what injuries lay beneath his brother’s tunic, but there had been little doubt they would be the death of him.

Maynard’s collarbone jutted at a peculiar angle, and where the left side of his lower ribs ought to be, there was a depression, the bones having broken inward. If it was not these injuries draining his life, then the bruises covering his abdomen would make an end of him. He drowned in the blood of torn innards.

“I am dying,” he slurred, possibly from the great amount of alcohol he had earlier imbibed, possibly from the stalking of death. Or both. “But you know that, Brother.”

Liam returned his gaze to Maynard’s face. The skin was washed of color, the golden hair on his brow tarnished. Though he knew better than to feel compassion for this one with whom he had shared only a father, his emotions lurched. “This I know.”

With what seemed effort, Maynard smiled. “I thought it would be me burying you. That I would outlive you.”

He
had
lived as if there was no end to life. “Then you would not have had to keep your vow to me.”

“Ah, Liam, you know me well. Will you—?” Maynard’s face contorted, and he moaned.

The physician hastened forward, but the dying man waved him away, drew a wheezing breath, and asked, “Will you take a wife now, Liam?”

“I will.” Though he had intended to wed before this time, the affairs of the barony were always too pressing. Too, there existed the possibility Maynard would go back on his word—that he would marry and produce an heir as he had vowed he would not. Now, albeit unintentionally, he would keep his side of their bargain. In exchange for Liam’s years of managing the barony, which had abundantly financed Maynard’s ventures, Ashlingford would be Liam’s. Of course, there was still the matter of Ivo’s secret.

“Will she be Irish?” Maynard asked, causing the priest to snort.

So now it was Maynard’s turn to bait the one he also believed was misbegotten. Although it would have served Liam better all these years to turn his back on his mother’s people—to adopt
William
, the English form of the name his mother had given him, and refuse association with the Irish—he had not. Nevertheless, it was true the woman he married would be of the English side of him. Ashlingford needed a lady of that blood.

“I will marry English.”

Another snort. “At least in that Maynard may rest in peace.”

Fists longing for Ivo’s gut, Liam fought to keep his hands at his sides.

“Good.” Maynard grunted. “Thin the Irish out of your line.” Though he had learned to keep his loathing to himself, in death he proved daring.

Subduing the temper many thought was foretold by the red of his hair, and which he had long ago brought near enough under control to earn his spurs and make his father proud, Liam said, “I am pleased you approve.”

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