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Torch in the Forest

Torch in the Forest

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Eleanor of Strathcombe is stunned to realize she has a powerful attraction to Hugh of Wykeham, the arrogant, neighboring lord returned from the Crusade. But he wants to marry her sister, and when he learns that poachers are running rampant he blames her and feuds with her over the control of their forest boundaries. As she struggles to keep control of her forests and

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Eleanor of Strathcombe is stunned to realize she has a powerful attraction to Hugh of Wykeham, the arrogant, neighboring lord returned from the Crusade. But he wants to marry her sister, and when he learns that poachers are running rampant he blames her and feuds with her over the control of their forest boundaries. As she struggles to keep control of her forests and find the poachers, unsettling feelings confront her when she deals with Hugh, feelings she never felt in her brief, loveless marriage. When she finds herself in the midst of a net of intrigue and lies, she needs to find the courage to capture the conspirators, save herself and her sister, and overcome her feelings for Hugh…even though that’s the last thing she wants to do.

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ISBN-13:
9781622668809
Publisher:
Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date:
04/24/2013
Series:
Entangled Scandalous
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Macmillan
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Pages:
250
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Torch in the Forest


By Marcie Kremer, Gina Shaw

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2013 Marcie Kremer
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-62266-880-9


CHAPTER 1

"There is no better paradise than having the sweetheart of one's choice."

- Le Roman de la Rose, 13th c.

"Milady! Milady!" a voice called.

Startled, Eleanor dropped her embroidery in her lap. Her favorite servant, Agnes, face red and gasping for breath, burst through the doors into Eleanor's bedchamber.

Eleanor smiled. "Yes, Agnes?" she asked, as the servant curtsied quickly.

"Oh, no! Where is it?" Agnes moaned, looking frantically through the basket she held over her arm.

Eleanor waited for Agnes to find whatever it was she was so anxious to find. Thank goodness no one else was in the room to see that she had — once again — allowed a servant to burst in unannounced. It wasn't really quite proper. Of course, other people would look down on her for it. It was so hard, though, to try and remember everything that she should and shouldn't do. So many rules! Just barely eighteen and a widow for two years, Eleanor had to keep reminding herself that she had to fulfill the role of who she was supposed to be, no matter how hard it sometimes was.

"I must have dropped it on the stairs!" Agnes moaned. "I must find it!" She curtsied again and fled through the doors. Eleanor could hear her exclamations echoing down the stairs. She picked up her embroidery off the floor, and she drifted back into her thoughts.

A role to fulfill? Well, she was Eleanor, Lady Strathcombe, widow of Edgar, Earl of Strathcombe, and mistress of her late husband's lands, wasn't she? She had an important position — at least, others certainly thought so — and she must behave accordingly.

But she certainly didn't care about letting Agnes in unannounced. After all, ever since Eleanor had arrived at Strathcombe Castle four years ago as a nervous, scared bride of fourteen, Agnes had been steadfast and true to her, comforting her and calming her, especially after that first, and only, session in the bedchamber with Edgar — a session during which nothing had happened to change her from a maiden into a married woman. Eleanor shuddered, remembering her anguish at his humiliating treatment — treatment that she was sure real marriage and true love could have nothing to do with.

But whatever marriage was supposed to be — and what she had heard whispers of from her ladies-in-waiting had certainly made her blush — was not what had happened to her. Her face burned as she remembered that awful evening. Edgar had been deep into his cups at their wedding feast, and by the time he lurched into their solar, he could barely stand upright. The knights had closed the doors, smirking, and Eleanor was left alone, staring at her new husband, her heart thudding and her stomach queasy.

He fumbled at his breeches, but to no avail, and stumbled toward her. Edgar reached out a hand and, grunting, grabbed at the neckline of her gown, ripping it to her waist. Eleanor gasped and tried to cover herself with shaking hands.

"Ah, my pretty," Edgar mumbled, his words nearly incoherent, "give me your lovely hand, and I will show you how to give me much pleasure."

Eleanor shuddered at the ugly memory. Then, after Edgar had released her — pushed her away, was more to the point — he had again staggered toward her and unceremoniously vomited all over her, spattering her with the remnants of his dinner and overmuch wine. This — this was marriage, she'd asked herself, trembling in shock. Where was the joy of which she had heard a few hints? The murmurings of love in her ear? The cosseting of adoration? These were obviously not to be, not that she wanted any such from the disgusting Edgar.

Stumbling to the bed, Edgar had thankfully passed out and had begun to snore. At her wits' end and nauseated to the extreme, Eleanor, fighting to hide the anguish in her voice and choking back tears, called to the knights to please send her Agnes, her new servant.

Agnes had soothed her and washed her and brought her hot mulled wine, wrapping her in coverlets. Thus, in gratitude, she willingly forgave Agnes any interruption, just as she was willing to forgive others who were loyal to her. As for herself, she would hold to Honor et Fides, their Blystoke family motto. She would be loyal and honorable, even when despicable Edgar was neither. She had been brought up thus, and she would never flag in her dedication to her motto.

"Here it is, Milady!" Agnes exclaimed, hurrying back through the doors. "It had fallen on the stairs when I ran up in haste!" She thrust out a letter packet toward Eleanor. Eleanor took it and turned it over to see a red seal on the back, set with a signet ring whose crest she didn't recognize. "A messenger just brought this from Wykeham," Agnes said.

"Wykeham!" Eleanor exclaimed. A wave of foreboding rippled through her. She had never met Hugh, the neighboring Earl of Wykeham, because when she first came to Strathcombe, he had just left for the crusade with Prince Edward, his wife having died in childbirth. But she had heard tales from Edgar, as well as from Agnes and Lady Anne, her closest lady-in-waiting, about Hugh. As usual, Anne was delighted to carry all manner of tales to her about the handsome but arrogant Earl of Wykeham. He was supposed to be a hard man and trusted no one. Some said it was because his wife, Caroline, had often dallied elsewhere, and Anne had many lurid and vivid tales to share, as well, but whatever the reason, Hugh supposedly treated everyone with disdain and mistrust.

"Aye, Milady," Agnes said. "The earl returned from the crusade with King Edward." Her words tumbled out. "All the servants are talking about it. He's very angry about what has been happening in his forest! But then," Agnes added, shaking her head, "he's always been angry. The Wykeham servants and even his marshal and chief forester have been dreading his return."

"I've heard that, too," Eleanor said.

"You know, Lady Eleanor, that some whisper he was even the cause of his wife's death, because of his anger at her betrayal," Agnes said.

"Agnes," Eleanor answered, "you know well that gossip can fly faster than a fire through a thatched-roof village, and I can't believe such a terrible rumor. Hugh would be a calloused man, indeed, to murder a wife for faithlessness!"

Eleanor herself could not even imagine what it would be like to be unfaithful. Despite her extreme distaste for Edgar, the thought of bedding anyone else had never even entered her mind. She was wed, although in name only, and so she would be loyal — she couldn't even think of being otherwise. In this Year of Our Lord, 1272, with King Edward having just ascended the throne and many at court vying for his favor and jockeying for position, loyalty was at a premium, and Eleanor never discounted it. She knew some raised their eyebrows at her trust of others, calling her naïve, but she was more careful than they thought about where she placed her trust. She'd learned a hard lesson about whom to trust or not with the revolting Edgar, she grimly remembered.

Eleanor sat up straight and took a deep breath. She unsealed the letter with its florid W seal and read the jagged scrawl. His handwriting even looked angry, she thought.

Lady Eleanor:

Upon my return from the Holy Land, I have discovered that criminals and brigands have been poaching my game in my chase and breaking the Law of the Forest, established by the King. Your forest borders mine and I have good reason to believe the thieves are being given safe harbor in your chase. I am losing good income because of your neglect. I demand you apprehend and arrest them immediately, or I will hunt them down myself on your land. Look to Osbert de Fraunceys, your chief forester, for the cause of these poaching crimes. To him, I shall show no mercy.

I remind you that there is no excuse for not accepting responsibility for the good stewardship of the forest you hold in the name of William, Earl of Litchfield, your liege lord. I am quite sure William will not be pleased to hear of your poor management.

I will meet with you Tuesday next to take into custody those you have arrested, and I expect to deal with Osbert myself.

Hugh, Earl of Wykeham


The nerve! Eleanor thought. How could he? This Hugh of Wykeham's letter was hardly the way to begin an acquaintance with one's neighbor! Even though Wykeham Castle was a day's ride away, their forests bounded one another, and good relations were important. This letter was like a slap in the face — and a challenge — a challenge she most certainly did not welcome.

She creased the letter in half and frowned. He wrote of William of Litchfield. What would this Hugh say to William about her? Since Edgar's death, Eleanor now owed allegiance to William and he had control of her future, and she definitely had to stay in his good graces. Eleanor winced.

In fact, she had just received a letter from William a fortnight ago, saying that he would be coming to survey his lands at Strathcombe, and he would expect to stay for three days' time. William had often visited Strathcombe, both when Edgar was alive and since his death on the Crusade two years ago, and she had always thought William a wily man, one without honor. Her father had thought the same, and had often told her to beware of him.

His visit, which should begin Wednesday next, would prove to be difficult, as usual. It would be even worse if this Hugh told him that Eleanor was incapable of managing the Strathcombe forest any longer. She could lose her chase entirely. Eleanor ran her thumbnail across the fold of the letter, creasing it into a knifelike edge. She had enough trouble with William as it was.

"What is it?" Agnes asked, wringing her hands and peering at Eleanor as if to try and read her thoughts.

"Lord Hugh thinks that the poachers are my sole responsibility and that Osbert is somehow involved," Eleanor said, hotly. "He writes to me as if I were some sort of child!"

"He treats all with disdain," Agnes said. "He trusts no one, not even his own household."

Eleanor thought back. Her late husband had spoken of Hugh but rarely. There had apparently been bad blood between them. "A pompous swine's head," Edgar had pronounced him, when she and Edgar had first ridden together out into their portion of the forest and gazed through the trees across at Hugh's chase bordering theirs.

Eleanor tightened her mouth. In truth, she had thought of Edgar himself as a pompous swine's head, and, when word had come to her of his death at sea on the way to join Prince Edward for the Crusade, she had done the required mourning for what had been a loveless marriage, filled with unhappiness, and had felt an immense relief. He had not even died in combat, Eleanor snorted to herself, but had fallen overboard in a drunken stupor. Someone might have even given him a little push, Eleanor thought, seeing that he was most certainly not the most respected earl in all of England.

"What will you do?" Agnes asked. "What of Osbert?" She caught her lower lip.

Was Agnes taken with Osbert? Eleanor wondered, suddenly. How had she not noticed her favorite servant's attraction to her chief forester? Alack, it could not be. He was far above her station in life. Poor Agnes!

"Nay," Eleanor reassured her. "Remember, Agnes, Osbert was my own father's chief forester, until my dear father died, and I trust him with my forest, as well. I cannot believe he has had anything to do with the poaching, and Hugh will not deal with him, if I can help it," she vowed.

"Aye," Agnes breathed. "Osbert is a — a fine man," she stammered, her color deepening.

Eleanor smiled. "Have you sweet thoughts for Osbert, Agnes?" she asked, in a gently teasing tone.

Agnes reddened even more deeply. "Oh, Milady, it's not my place to bother you with my own small worries. He is far above my station, and I dare not speak of it. Please, please," she begged, "do not think on it."

"Now, Agnes, don't fret," Eleanor said. "Your secret is safe with me." She rose and patted Agnes on the shoulder.

"Thank you, Milady," Agnes said. "I know when you make a promise, 'twill happen. I thank you," she repeated. "I await your will for the answer to Lord Hugh."

"I have nothing for you right now, Agnes," Eleanor said, "but I will write an answer to this — this — Hugh, and then you can take my letter to a messenger."

Agnes curtsied and left; the knights outside opened and then closed the heavy doors behind her.

Eleanor shook her head. Truly, Osbert was far above Agnes's station, and so it was a sad thing that Agnes cared for him. It must be so hard for Agnes to have those feelings and know they could never come to a happy ending. Eleanor herself knew only too well the rules of society regarding marriage — and who could be eligible for whom — and the political alliances that formed the underpinning of every marriage. After all, she would never have chosen Edgar — the pompous fool — for herself!

But, in her quieter moments, when she was alone, she longed for that unattainable, impossible goal of marriage to a man who would love her truly, worship her, adore her, make her laugh, and yet, respect her as well. The romances and poems like the Roman de la Rose that the troubadours sang in her Great Hall during the great feasts spoke of such love. Could that ever happen to her? She shook her head. Alas, that was most unlikely, given her situation. She would have to take what came her way, courtesy of William of Litchfield, her overlord. She knew she was thought beautiful by many, with her slender figure, dark brown hair, green eyes, and a mouth, some told her, in the shape of Cupid's bow, but all of that was to no avail if she was already eighteen and a widow to boot, despite the lands that she would bring to a marriage. And love? That was a laughable thought, indeed!

She rapped the letter from this Hugh of Wykeham sharply on her knee. Tuesday next — and today was Friday. She could certainly not have any criminals in custody by then! Accuse Osbert of these crimes? Hugh must be mad.

Eleanor got up from her stool and found a quill pen. Recently, the poachers were becoming bolder and their trespasses more frequent. She frowned. She was certain that she and Osbert both were being seen in a bad light because they couldn't capture the criminals. But there were just as many crimes committed in the Wykeham chase as there were in Strathcombe, so why did this Hugh take it upon himself to want to police her chase, as well? He should look to his own lands and his own chief forester!

Just last week, she had again called Osbert in to speak with him about the most recent poachings, and he had assured her that he had been sending his foresters into the forest regularly to patrol and into the hamlets to talk with the villagers in their crofts to see if they could learn any information, as she had asked him to do. As yet, nothing had surfaced, but, Osbert told her it was possible that the poachers were bribing the Wykeham chief forester, John de Bretton, for it appeared the poachers had melted back into the Wykeham woods, before anyone could apprehend them, leaving behind the bloody entrails of the fallow deer or a stag.

"But, why, then can't anyone stop it?" she had asked him. "What about the Wykeham chief forester? Can his involvement with the poachers be proven? Can anyone deal with him?"

Osbert twisted his hunting cap in his gloved hands. "As you know, Lord Hugh has been away at the Crusade these many years, and I'm afraid that John de Bretton now thinks of the chase and the game as his own. Thus, he grants licenses to knights to hunt and he keeps the silver. He takes bribes from poachers as well — and lets them hide in his forest. When Hugh returns with Prince Edward, then there shall be a harsh accounting for John de Bretton," he said. "Mark it well; Lord Hugh does not suffer indignities lightly, and he rules with an iron hand."

A furrow appeared on Eleanor's forehead, as she remembered the conversation. It was very frustrating, and she knew she would now have to take a more active part in arresting whoever was responsible. She couldn't have people around the countryside thinking she was incapable — a "mere woman," as some were wont to do, even though she knew she had done a good job managing Edgar's estates. Managing one's husband's estate while he was away fighting for the King or visiting his other lands was what all noble ladies were taught to do from a very young age, and she wore the mantle of responsibility fairly well, she reassured herself. At least, everyone at Strathcombe seemed content, crops were grown and harvested, the rents collected, and affairs ran smoothly, as well as they did at Blystoke, her own dower lands which she also administered.

But now — what was she to do with this Hugh? She re-opened the letter and scanned the lines again. He sounded like a very irritable and high-handed man. What bad luck that he was her neighbor, she lamented to herself.


(Continues...)

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Meet the Author

Growing up in Europe and seeing castles on a daily basis made Marcie Kremer sure she wanted to live back in the Middle Ages. Since that wasn't likely to happen, being a child of the 20th century, the next best thing she could try to do was to write about this enthralling period in history. Having studied medieval history in college, she loved doing the research about how people really lived and spoke and dreamed and loved, and so Torch in the Forest came to be, thanks to her dear husband, who encouraged her to write about Eleanor and Hugh. When not writing, she's reading, or traveling. She loves hearing from readers and is happy to do book club conference calls!

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Torch in the Forest 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 6 reviews.
MyBookAddictionandMore More than 1 year ago
TORCH IN THE FOREST by Marcie Kremer is an exciting Medieval Historical Romance set in 1272 England. A quick fun read filled with danger and romance. Follow Lady Eleanor and Lord Hugh on a journey of Medieval intrigue and passion. Simply scandalous! Fast paced and a page turner. I read it in one setting. A must for historical readers who enjoy a quick read filled with everything you could want in a romance from intrigue to passion and everything in between. Received for an honest review from the publisher. RATING: 4.5 HEAT RATING: SWEET REVIEWED BY: AprilR, My Book Addiction Reviews
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
*An excellent medieval romance
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was interesting. Eleanor and Hugh had a chemistry and neither really liked the other. It was interesting watching these two find out about each other and realize that what they originally thought wasn't true.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Marcie Kremer you are amazing! I just finished Torch In The Forest  last night, and I really, really loved it.   It has all the elements of a great book, love, intrigue, romance, a beautiful young female protagonist and a page turning plot. (This was the first romance novel that I have read – and to be honest I was not sure what  to expect). The heroine, Lady Eleanor, really brought the novel to life. It was so fascinating to see life, during medieval times, through the eyes of a strong young woman.  (It also gave me a great appreciation on how far society has evolved on women's rights.)  The author obviously did A LOT of research on medieval history,  language and customs.  I finished the novel in one setting. I was captivated and intrigued with both the history and the characters - and the plot kept me turning the pages. Fantastic book!  I think that I am now, hopelessly hooked on romance novels. Oh, la-la!  
DesertJules More than 1 year ago
Torch in the Forest by Marcie Kremer Married at fourteen to a hideous man, many years her senior, Eleanor is already a widow at eighteen. Intelligent, strong, and beautiful, the young Countess is mistress of the lands and people of Strathcombe on behalf of her liege lord, William of Litchfield. Sadly, like her late husband, the Earl of Litchfield is a rather disgusting, lecherous man of little honor who controls her future. The story begins as Eleanor receives a letter from her neighbor, Hugh of Wykeham, newly returned from the Crusades and demanding an explanation for the poaching in his forests. He lays the fault at her feet and that of her chief forester, giving her mere days to find and present the poachers. Although they, eventually, reach a compromise and extend the deadline for catching the poachers, there is more trouble in store for Eleanor, and her sister, Mary. William 'the Lecherous' seeks an alliance with the French and plans to offer Mary to an elderly Count. If that weren't enough, he has lusted after Eleanor for years, intending to wed her once his wife dies in childbirth. True to the times, Eleanor has little recourse against her liege lord. And when, in the midst of her never-before-experienced attraction to Hugh, she is forced to answer his offer for Mary's hand, things go from bad to much worse. ~*~*~ It's been a long time since I've read an historical romance. I think I'd moved away from them because so few writers are able to capture the language and mores of a time passed. The further back in time, the more glaring the mistakes. Happily, Ms. Kremer has a pitch-perfect 'ear' and, clearly, did her research. I didn't feel any disconnect in the character's dialogue and behaviors. In fact, I was immediately drawn in and found myself lost in the 13th Century. As all good romance writers should, the author created believable obstacles for the main characters. So believable, that I was simply beside myself, unable to see how they could possibly overcome everything to be together, and to save Mary. Suffice it to say, this was a great read. While I could have done with fewer references to Eleanor's family motto, I thoroughly enjoyed my time with Eleanor and Hugh, and recommend Torch in the Forest to any and all fans of historical romance. ~*~*~ Disclosure of Material Connection: I received a complimentary electronic copy of this book from the publisher [...]. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed "Torch in the Forest".   I loved how the author gave us insight into  life and love in medieval times. The character, Lady Eleanor, was a young, strong, female heroine. Her encounters with the handsome Lord Hugh were very tense, passionate, and romantic. Once I started reading this book, it was hard to put it down.  I would recommend this book to anyone who wants to get lost in a medieval world of romance, passion, tension and suspense.