BOOK BLURB: A Conquering Hero
Cormac Maclean would rather read than rampage, but his fearsome warlord father demands that he prove himself in war. Cormac chooses what he thinks is an easy target, only to encounter a fiery Highland lass leading a doomed rebellion and swearing revenge on him.
Meets an Unconquerable Heroine
Jyne Cambell is not about to give up her castle without a fight, even though her forces are far outnumbered. She’s proud and determined, and Cormac can’t help but be impressed by her devious plots to force him to leave. Soon, his allegiances are as confused as his feelings for the fair Jyne—though he may have captured the castle, it is she who captures his heart.
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They sat at an old oak table and broke bread together. Cormac found goblets of wine for both of them and some food for a meal. It had been long since he had filled his belly, so he ate hungrily of the bread and the hearty stew before him. Jyne must have been reassured by his confidence, for the little crease on her forehead disappeared, and she began to eat and drink with him.
He liked this, sharing a meal with her. He could almost block out the sound of his men carousing in the great room next to them. She was a beautiful lass. She must have been thinking of other things when she’d gotten herself dressed this morn, for her veil was not securely fastened, causing her long, straight blond hair to fall out before her. The color of those errant strands was like gold. He longed to reach out and touch it. She absently brushed a lock of hair behind her ear with a careless finger, causing him to pause in his eating. Her blue eyes sparkled at him, and he noticed those blue eyes had flecks of hazel green.
A disturbance erupted in the dining hall, and one of the elderly matrons ran back into the kitchen.
“What is the matter?” cried Jyne, rising to her feet. “Are they no’ getting tired?”
The woman placed a hand over her bosom, her eyes wide. “Nay, they’re getting randy!”
“I had two o’ the men say they thought I was a vision o’ loveliness. Three done laughed so hard, they fell from their benches, and four others started a brawl o’er the right way to eat stew. They’ve gone mad, they have!” The matron threw her hands up in the air.
Before Core could make any sense of this, another elderly clanswoman, with thinning gray hair and a large goiter, shrieked as she scrambled back into the kitchen.
“What happened to ye?” asked Jyne. She ran to the elderly woman and helped her to sit on the bench she had just vacated.
“I dinna ken they’re about. One man dropped to his knees and began to recite poetry, or at least something like it. A few others started dancing, wi’ no music—wi’ each other! Another one demanded my hand in marriage. To me! What sort o’ mean-spirited shenanigans are these hooligans up to?”
Jyne’s face was one of complete loss. “Is this some sort o’ game?” she asked Core.
“If it is, ’tis unknown to me.” Cormac had seen quite a bit of rough play from his father’s men, but he had never heard of anything like that.
Core and Jyne peeked inside the great hall and were astounded at what they saw. Several of the men were having a heated argument as to which of the elderly servers was more beautiful. Some were dancing to no music. Some were running around the room, batting at the air, as if trying to catch invisible fairies. Others were fighting while laughing hysterically. Jyne and Core stared at each other.
“Why are they acting this way?” Jyne met his eye. He realized they were standing very close as they peeked into the hall. Her beautiful blue eyes widened, and she flushed, her cheeks a rosy hue. Her lips were the color of pale pink rose petals and appeared so soft and inviting, he wished to lean in for just one taste. She was beautiful. Truly beautiful.
“I dinna ken.” He had to remind himself to answer her question. It was the truth. He had never seen the men act in such a manner.
“Oh!” Jyne suddenly gasped. “The potion. It must have made them mad.”
Core couldn’t help but laugh. “Ye made them all act like fools? Och, I wish my father was here to see it!”
“Who is yer father?” she asked, turning her innocent blue eyes to him.
He realized in a flash he had made a slip. “No one. Just he would think it amusing, is all,” he said hastily. “Will the potion make them tired or just mad as imps?”
Jyne slapped a hand to her forehead. “Och, I’m a dunderhead, I am. Too much ale wi’ it can make a man lose his senses.”
“Ye gave my men something to make them witless?”
“Well I… It wasn’t what I intended… Wait, yer men?” She raised an eyebrow at him, and he knew he was in trouble.
“My men? I…I have no men.” He attempted nonchalance. It was not a natural state.
The little furrow between her brows reappeared. “But I thought I heard ye say—”
He kissed her.
It was the only thing he could think to do. The only thing he wanted to do. He was drawn to her by a power he could not deny. He embraced her and allowed his lips to melt onto hers. Nothing he had ever experienced before compared, but he pulled her closer and deepened the kiss, waiting for the inevitable slap. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him and returning his ardor with a passion that lit an explosion within him. He did not care that his men were making fools of themselves next door. He did not care if the entire kitchen staff could see them. He had to kiss her.
REVIEW: The best thing about reading an Amanda Forester story is the way she can transport one to the place of long ago land and plant you right in the middle of her tale. She has a knack of mixing historical facts with fiction that is so seamless and authentic, you’ll be able to see and feel the world she takes you into.
Our couple, Jyne and Cormac, are so well written that I yearned for their friendship! They were that likable and real. Everything in this story just clicked to perfection, from plot to pace; from characterization to the sweet romance.
This tale is timeless and no matter if you’re a into Highlander tales or not, I have no doubt you’ll love this witty, sweet and tender romance.
Melanie for b2b
Complimentary copy provided by the publisher
AUTHOR BIO: Amanda Forester holds a PhD in psychology and worked many years in academia before discovering that writing historical romance was way more fun.
A Publishers Weekly Top Ten author, her books have been given starred reviews from Booklist, Publishers Weekly, and a Top Pick from RT Book Reviews.
Whether in the rugged Highlands of medieval Scotland or the decadent ballrooms of Regency England, her novels offer fast-paced adventures filled with wit, intrigue, and romance. She lives with her family in the Pacific Northwest outside Tacoma, Washington.