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Sacrifice is a 23,000 word prequel to Fall For Me. It tells the story of Grace and Seth, and what happened in that castle. It is meant to be read after Fall For Me, although it can be read first...
Book Blurb:
Seth’s heart is breaking. He knows his decision will hurt the one person he keeps breathing for, but he can’t take it anymore. He can’t be near Grace knowing she will always be just out of reach.
Grace is oblivious to Seth’s turmoil. She loves him unconditionally, but not in the way he wants. They both know that in Heaven physical love is forbidden, and to break the rules is to defy everything they’ve ever been taught.
When Grace and Seth are sent on a mission to save a young mother and her unborn child, Grace must face the fact that Seth won’t be returning home. She doesn’t understand Seth’s decision and hates him for it. But what neither of them realise is how big a part that single decision will play in shaping their entire future.
What would you sacrifice for the one you love?
Excerpt from chapter Four – Seth's POV
The area on the other side of the barbican was quiet, but we had to get out before the watchman came past on another round. I grabbed Grace’s hand and quickly walked across to the inner bailey. When we reached the wall I stopped and took a moment to decide which way to go next.
I heard footsteps coming towards us and panicked. I wasn’t sure if we were permitted to be in that part of the castle, so I tugged gently on Grace’s hand, spun her around and pressed her against the wall. Her chest rose and fell in beat with mine. She clutched my upper arms and stared into my eyes. My hands rested against the wall on either side of her head, our faces mere millimetres from each other, and in a moment of pure misjudgement I leant in intending to kiss her. Grace’s grip on my arms tightened and her breathing sped up.
“What have we here,” a gruff voice said.
I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against Grace’s.
“Just taking a moment,” I said. “I’m sure you understand.” I turned my head a little and tried to smile wickedly.
The watchman sniggered. “I think you’d better move along. The feast is about to start, and if you’re meant to be working you’ll be in trouble.”
“Of course,” I said. I put my arm around Grace’s shoulders and led her away.
We followed the wall until we turned the corner and I let go of Grace. I couldn’t look at her, and I couldn’t believe what I’d almost done. If the watchman hadn’t have come along when he did, I’d be attempting to explain something I didn’t want to. As it was, Grace wasn’t going to let me off so easily.
“What happened back there?” she whispered.
“Nothing,” I said a little too quickly. “I was trying to keep us out of trouble.”
“By pressing me against the wall and almost kissing me?”
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
Grace blushed and looked away. “Never mind,” she mumbled.
Guilt punched me in the stomach as we snaked our way through the castle grounds. I didn’t want Grace to feel uncomfortable, but I couldn’t let her think my actions were anything other than for her protection.
We walked in silence until we passed the blacksmith’s shed, and the stables. Grace stopped to stroke the nose of a fine-looking mare. A squire brushed the horse’s coat, and he offered Grace a bashful smile. The mare whinnied and tossed her head, but lowered it again for another pat.
“I can look after myself, you know,” Grace said. She stared at the mare as she scratched between its ears.
I sighed. “I know. I just acted on the spur of the moment. I thought it would be a good cover. And we’re a team, remember? I watch out for you; hopefully you’ll watch out for me.”
“I’ve always watched out for you.” Grace lowered her hand and faced me. “You’re my best friend.”
The corners of my mouth curled up. “Come on,” I said.
Excerpt from chapter Four – Seth's POV
The area on the other side of the barbican was quiet, but we had to get out before the watchman came past on another round. I grabbed Grace’s hand and quickly walked across to the inner bailey. When we reached the wall I stopped and took a moment to decide which way to go next.
I heard footsteps coming towards us and panicked. I wasn’t sure if we were permitted to be in that part of the castle, so I tugged gently on Grace’s hand, spun her around and pressed her against the wall. Her chest rose and fell in beat with mine. She clutched my upper arms and stared into my eyes. My hands rested against the wall on either side of her head, our faces mere millimetres from each other, and in a moment of pure misjudgement I leant in intending to kiss her. Grace’s grip on my arms tightened and her breathing sped up.
“What have we here,” a gruff voice said.
I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against Grace’s.
“Just taking a moment,” I said. “I’m sure you understand.” I turned my head a little and tried to smile wickedly.
The watchman sniggered. “I think you’d better move along. The feast is about to start, and if you’re meant to be working you’ll be in trouble.”
“Of course,” I said. I put my arm around Grace’s shoulders and led her away.
We followed the wall until we turned the corner and I let go of Grace. I couldn’t look at her, and I couldn’t believe what I’d almost done. If the watchman hadn’t have come along when he did, I’d be attempting to explain something I didn’t want to. As it was, Grace wasn’t going to let me off so easily.
“What happened back there?” she whispered.
“Nothing,” I said a little too quickly. “I was trying to keep us out of trouble.”
“By pressing me against the wall and almost kissing me?”
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
Grace blushed and looked away. “Never mind,” she mumbled.
Guilt punched me in the stomach as we snaked our way through the castle grounds. I didn’t want Grace to feel uncomfortable, but I couldn’t let her think my actions were anything other than for her protection.
We walked in silence until we passed the blacksmith’s shed, and the stables. Grace stopped to stroke the nose of a fine-looking mare. A squire brushed the horse’s coat, and he offered Grace a bashful smile. The mare whinnied and tossed her head, but lowered it again for another pat.
“I can look after myself, you know,” Grace said. She stared at the mare as she scratched between its ears.
I sighed. “I know. I just acted on the spur of the moment. I thought it would be a good cover. And we’re a team, remember? I watch out for you; hopefully you’ll watch out for me.”
“I’ve always watched out for you.” Grace lowered her hand and faced me. “You’re my best friend.”
The corners of my mouth curled up. “Come on,” I said.
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