The Highwayman of Tanglewood Author:Marcia Lynn McClure Faris gasped as a gloved hand of a sudden covered her mouth from behind Be still. The Highwayman of Tanglewood owns ya now. Faris smiled...as he whispered, Do not struggle. Ill not harm ya, lass Come away with me, sweet Faris, the highwayman whispered. What say ye? — I say, who are you, highwayman? Faris breathed...All romantic thoughts of knight... more »s riding to win the fair lady were driven from her mind. A rogues manner was vastly more delightful!
Aye! But that ye should know, sweet Faris, the highwayman whispered.
I know you not, sir, Faris said in a whisper. Surely I would remember such a shape of a man.
"Indeed, would ya, lass? he asked.
I would, sir, she answered
Tis well ya know who I am, fair Faris, he whispered, kissing her neck again. I am the Highwayman of Tanglewood
A chambermaid in the house of Tremeshton, Faris Shayhan well knew torment, despair and trepidation. To Faris it seemed the future stretched long and desolate before herbleak and as dark as a lonesome midnight path. Still, the moon oft casts hopeful luminosity to light ones way. So it was that Lady Maranda Rockrimmon cast hope upon Farisset Faris upon a different patha path of happiness, serenity and love.
Faris abandoned the tainted air of Tremeshton in favor of the amethyst sunsets of Loch Loland Castle and her new mistress Lady Rockrimmon. Further, it was on the very night of her emancipation that Faris first met the man of her dreamsthe man of every womans dreamsthe rogue Highwayman of Tanglewood.
Dressed in black and astride his mighty steed, the brave, heroic and dashing rogue Highwayman of Tanglewood stole Faris heart as easily as he stole her kiss. Yet, the Highwayman of Tanglewood was encircled in mysterymystery as thick and as secretive as time itself. Could Faris truly own the heart of a man so entirely enveloped in twilight shadows and dangerous secrets?« less