Please help me welcome author Sarah Hegger to the blog today 🙂 She’s agreed to answer a few questions so we can get to know her better, and also learn some fun facts about her writing habits.
Afterward check out her latest release My Lady Faye. I love the blurb and excerpt…and of course the cover 🙂
Don’t forget to check out her awesome giveaway as well 🙂
Let’s get started…
Tell us about yourself in 5 sentences or less.
I am a writer, mother, and trailing spouse but that term makes me homicidal. I speak a smattering of several languages (some of them useless) but only English well, and that depends on how angry I am at the time. I have the vocabulary of a longshoreman, an addiction to shoes and being a hopeless dreamer, would walk around in a ball-gown all day if it wouldn’t look certifiable.
lol…love the description! What did you have for breakfast?
Breakfast is a bit of a non-event for me. This morning I had a piece of toast with peanut butter, which I twisted my daughter’s arm to make for me, and a glass of the smoothie she made and left in the blender.
I’m not a breakfast lover either, and when I do indulge I have something similar to what you had. lol If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you choose and why?
I’ve lived lots of different places, so this is hard for me to answer. Everywhere has something unique and wonderful. I try to enjoy where I’m living at the moment. For now that’s Colorado. However, in another parallel universe where I was a multi-millionaire, I would probably chase the sun all year round. I hate to be cold.
What’s your favorite part of the writing process?
Not copy edits, that’s for sure. Sorry, just received my copy edits for another book. I like the part when I’ve got the story down, first draft is done, and then I get to play with the words. I also love writing dialogue. It could be a hangover from my time as an actress.
Love your answer. Great insight! I love choosing my character names. How did you go about choosing your hero and heroine’s names?
With medieval, etymology has to come first. From there it’s a touchy-feely thing. I just know when the name feels right.
If you could only choose 7 words to describe My Lady Faye, what would they be?
Yearning for a forbidden love to blossom.
Tweet us your favorite line in your book. (Yes, it needs to be 140 characters or less)
Score! Even managed a couple of hashtags there.
Nicely Done! Describe your hero through your heroine’s eyes.
Gregory is Faye’s safe place, her best friend, her confidante, her partner. As she is married and he wants to enter the monastery, they have never consummated the relationship, but Faye craves physical intimacy with him. It’s more than sex, because they’ve had this yearning relationship for a long time, and she feels incomplete without the physical manifestation of the way she loves him.
Gregory is very tall and strong, not at all the sort of man you’d imagine as a monk. He has a grave, serious handsomeness that conceals his thoughts. Over the years, Faye has learned to read him well, whereas others wouldn’t be able to.
What five words best describe your heroine?
Wistful, conflicted, passionate, survivor, mother
What makes Lady Faye different from other books in the same genre?
Although I write medieval, I tend to shy away from the sword-wielding warrior/damsel in distress type story. Gregory is a postulant in this story, the first step toward becoming a monk, and Faye is married. I believe that’s a fairly different way to start a love story.
Please share the first line from your book?
I cheated a bit here and gave you the first couple of lines:
Faye braced outside the hall where happy voices spilled into the corridor. Two days shy of St. John’s Eve, almost a year to the day Gregory had brought her and her boys back to Anglesea. He’d left before the great bonfires lit that night were extinguished.
I’m okay withe cheating in the name of getting more words! Why should we read My Lady Faye?
Because I asked really, really nicely J. My Lady Faye is a story about finding hope in the darkest places, about a forbidden love that won’t be denied, and it’s a story about the innate strength and endurance of women.
Care to give us a sneak peek on what you’re working on?
Sure, I’ll give you a peak, as long as you promise not to tell anyone. Currently, I am writing #3 Sir Arthur’s Legacy, called “Conquering William”. If you’ve read “Sweet Bea”, and “My Lady Faye”, you will be familiar with middle brother, William. There are also plans for another two books in the series.
On my contemporary side, I am working on something brand new.
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Her mother and father were settled at table and Faye took the seat to her father’s left. As the first girl, born after Roger and William, she’d been accorded a special place in her father’s affection.
His craggy face split into a grin. “Beautiful Faye.” He kissed her cheek. “Tell me how you have been spending this day.”
She dreaded the question. He asked it every night and every night she burrowed deep for some interesting morsel that wouldn’t make her day seem as stale as old bread. “I am working on a new set of bed linens for Beatrice’s baby. As we do not know the sex of the child, I thought green was a good choice.”
“Marvelous.” Her father rubbed his hands together.
She loved him for the attempt, but honestly, the mighty Sir Arthur of Anglesea had as much interest in bedding as, well, she did.
Twined up in each other like a pair of clinging vines, Garrett and Beatrice entered the hall. Beatrice waddled under the weight of the child she carried. Garrett strutted and preened like the first man to ever conceive a child, hovering about Beatrice constantly. So in love, it made her wish for things she couldn’t have.
Nurse leant forward from beside Lady Mary. “She carries a boy, you mark my words.”
Faye itched to adjust her wimple. Nurse wore it so low and tight, it pressed her face inward and gave her the look of a spotted pudding.
“It is in the shape of the belly.” Nurse made a circle with her hands. “If it is round like that, it’s a boy. You were the same and your mother before you.”
Oh, spare her Nurse and her predictions. Both times Nurse had sworn up and down Faye bore a girl. She merely smiled at their resident oracle and accepted a goblet from a serving woman. At least the wine at Anglesea was always good.
Speaking of her confinements, Simon and Arthur should be back by now.
“Nurse, have you seen the boys?” She leant far forward to see past her father and mother. She had told Sir Arthur they should commission a curved table at Anglesea. It was one good thing she had taken from Calder Castle.
Nurse’s bodice dropped in her trencher as she replied. See there, a curved table would be a mercy to silk everywhere. “Nay.” Nurse frowned. “I thought they were with young Oliver.”
Oliver, the squire charged with watching the boys. There were so many around Anglesea, their names blurred into a crowd of eager young faces.
“Oliver missed weapons practice this evening.” William took the seat beside her.
Why he did it baffled her because Roger would only insist he move one down. Men. Oliver should not have missed practice. Everyone knew Sir Arthur ran a disciplined keep, and squires did not miss practice. Not unless there was a problem. A tendril of alarm curled in her belly.
“I saw them heading for the beech thicket.” Roger rumbled from behind. He clapped William on the shoulder, his knuckles whitening as he increased his grip.
“The beech thicket? Did you not stop them? They told me they would go to the stream at the bottom of the hill. They were to remain in sight of the keep guards.”
“I thought they had your permission.” Roger won the battle with William and wedged huge shoulders in beside her.
Roger was so thick sometimes, sitting there sipping his mead as if naught was amiss. She had told her boys right before him the thicket was not allowed, even accompanied. Her brother would be well served if she poured his mead over his thoughtless head. Roger should have stopped them. The beech thicket spread all the way to the village and the boys could be anywhere. Best she start looking. Already planning the stern word she would have with her oldest son when she found him, she got to her feet. Simon forever led the way into mischief with little Arthur at his heels. She should never have let them go this morning.
Sir Arthur rose. “Faye?”
“Forgive me.” She managed a tight smile for the table. “If you will excuse me, I will go and find my sons.”
Garrett stood. “I shall come with you.”
“I am sure there is no reason for concern.” She kept it light. Boys were boys and she did try not to coddle them, but for their bellies not to lead them to dinner was unusual.
“I will come.” Garrett motioned for Beatrice to stay. “Where would you like to begin?”
Beatrice had a treasure in her husband. Faye gave him a grateful smile as she led the way out of the hall.
A bench scraped and William called out. “Hang about, Faye, we can split up and cover more ground.”
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.
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