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CONQUEROR'S KISS
Hannah Howell
Released Oct 27th, 2015
Kensington: Zebra
There
is little hope for sanctuary in the midst of the tumultuous Scottish border
wars, yet one woman may find safe refuge . . . in the arms of her sworn enemy .
. .
Jennet Graeme has witnessed terrible
tragedy during the many years of strife between the Scots and the English. As
Scottish invaders plunder her convent sanctuary, she defiantly resists the
blond warrior who claims her as his prize. But his brute strength is overpowering
and Jennet is forced to ride with him through the lawless lands, tending to the
wounded, protected and desired by a man she wants to hate . . . but cannot . .
.
Sir Hacon Gillard is moved by
Jennet’s compassion and mercy. As a loyal knight, he’s pledged fealty to his
king’s command, even as he loses his heart to this remarkable woman. Merciless
in combat . . . yet there burns within him a spark for something far beyond the
heat of battle…
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EXCERPT
CAT'S REVIEW
★★★★
EXCERPT
It was late when Hacon finally sought his
bed, a sheepskin laid before the fire. Although he had not told Jennet outright
that they would share that bed, he saw no surprise on her face, only annoyance,
when he gestured for her to lie down. At least she showed no fear, he told
himself as he unwrapped the thongs holding his cuarans in place and removed the
rawhide boots. He was eager to feel her slender body curled up against him.
Stripping down to his braies, he cynically eyed the sleeping child she had set
between them.
“That game willnae work, lass,” he said,
and decided her look of puzzled innocence was very well feigned.
“And what game is that, Sir Gillard?” She
had not held out much hope of success in using the baby to keep him at a
distance but was still annoyed that her ruse had failed so completely.
“Using this innocent bairn to keep me
away. Put him on the other side of you.”
“Then he would be between me and the
fire. That would be too dangerous.”
“Ah, is that the difficulty? Weel, ’tis
easily solved. We will just change places. Slide over, lass.”
She inwardly cursed as she did as he
commanded. Then the fear she had more or less kept at bay began to break the
bonds she had placed upon it. She concentrated harder on quelling it. There was
no way she could fight him. Not allowing him to see her fear was her only hope
of retaining some shred of pride.
Closing her eyes tightly, she tried not
to look at him. To her great self-disgust and consternation the man’s image was
already etched clearly in her mind. It was impossible to understand, but she
felt a hint of fascination mingled with her fear.
He was far too easy to look at, too
pleasing to the eye. When he had started to take his clothes off, she should
have looked away, but she had not been able to. He was all lean, hard muscle. A
light triangle of blond curls, a shade darker than his pale hair, adorned his
smooth, broad chest. It tapered into a thin line which disappeared into the top
of his linen loincloth. His legs, lightly coated with hair, were long,
attractively muscular, and excellently formed. His skin was a light golden
tone, not as pale as she would have guessed. He was also remarkably free of the
scars that men of battle tended to collect. There was one on his right thigh
and one over the left half of his rib cage, but neither was very big or ugly.
A flaw would have been helpful, she
thought as she felt him settle down beside her. She should be disgusted by the
thought of lying with him, yet she was not, not really. A perverse part of her
whispered that if rape was unavoidable, at least her abuser was not ugly or
still carrying the stench of battle. It hinted an acceptance of her fate that
chilled her.
She supposed the fact that he had not yet
raped her, had not even struck her, made the threat too tenuous to seem real.
It could be the only explanation for why she found herself wondering what Hacon
would be like as a lover. She knew few women who got the chance to hold such a
fine-looking man in their arms. She would not be a woman if she did not at
least ponder what it would feel like. However, such complacency and curiosity
could prove very dangerous in her situation. The man did not offer lovemaking
but rape, not desire but defilement. She must not forget that.
CAT'S REVIEW
"Conqueror's Kiss" by Hannah Howell. This story tells the tale of Jennet and Hacon. From the start, I liked Jennet. She is feisty yet realistic and accepts her fate, but not without a bit of fight. Hacon took a while longer to like - he was a real brute. However, as time passes, he won me over. The two together were enjoyable and watching their relationship grow and expand was enjoyable too. The story itself flows and Ms. Howell successfully brought me back in time to experience the adventures of our Hero and heroine. The readers live the war through the eyes of Jennet - feeling the feelings of anguish and hurt and fear, as well as the love and joy when you find the one. I am a fan of Ms. Howell's, enjoying many of her works in the past and this is another one that is added to that list. (received copy from NetGalley for honest review).
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Hannah D. Howell is a highly regarded and prolific romance writer. Since
Amber Flame, her first historical romance, was released in February 1988, she
has published 25 novels and short stories, with more on the way. Her writing
has been repeatedly recognized for its excellence and has "made
Waldenbooks Romance Bestseller list a time or two" as well as was
nominated twice by Romantic Times for Best Medieval Romance (Promised Passion
and Elfking's Lady). She has also won Romantic Times' Best British Isles
Historical Romance for Beauty and the Beast; and, in 1991-92 she received
Romantic Times' Career Achievement Award for Historical Storyteller of the
Year.
Hannah was born and raised in Massachusetts (the maternal side of
her family has been there since the 1630's). She has been married to her
husband Stephen for 28 years, who she met in England while visiting relatives,
and decided to import him. They have two sons Samuel, 27, and Keir, 24. She is
addicted to crocheting, reads and plays piano, attempts to garden, and collects
things like dolls, faerie and cat figurines, and music boxes. She also seems to
collect cats, as she now has four of them, Clousseau, Banshee, Spooky, and
Oliver Cromwell.
