"Another thrilling story of Highland warriors sworn to protect their land and those they love."
Reviewed by Kay Quintin
Posted January 6, 2011
Romance Historical
Lady Amelia Templeton has had nightmares since age nine of
the massacre between the rebel Highlanders and the English
soldiers. Sleeping in the bed of her betrothed, Lt. Col.
Richard Bennett, during his absence from Fort William,
Amelia is nearly beheaded. A virile, bloodthirsty
Highlander known as the Butcher is shocked to find Amelia
rather than Richard, whom he intends to behead in
vengeance for Richard's brutal rape, beating and beheading
of the Butcher's betrothed. The Butcher, Duncan MacLean, holds Amelia hostage in
drawing Richard to his death. Suffering near rape by
soldiers and after long hard treks through the woods, they
arrive at their destination. Respect grows for the gorgeous
Highlander protector who makes her blood run hot. Duncan
soon learns that taking Richard's bride as revenge
backfires and Amelia is now embedded in his blood. Duncan
is captured and his identity and life are
threatened, while Amelia is desperate to devise a plan to
free him from the dungeon and certain death. Julianne MacLean has written a most exciting and
thrilling story in her saga of three fierce Highland
warriors sworn to protect their land and those they love.
Lady Amelia and Duncan are brave, hot-blooded opposites
unable to deny the sexual draw towards each other. Their
story is full of passion and deeply rooted vengeance. I
truly look forward to the next story in this series from
this most talented storyteller.
SUMMARY
THE ENEMY IN HER BED
Lady Amelia Templeton would rather die than surrender to a
man like Duncan MacLean. He is the fiercest warrior of his
clan—her people’s sworn enemy—and tonight he is standing
over her bed. Eyes blazing, muscles taut, and battle axe
gleaming, MacLean has come to kill Amelia’s fiancé. But once
he sees the lovely, innocent Amelia, he decides to take her
instead… THE LOVER IN HIS ARMS
Stealing the young bride-to-be is the perfect revenge
against the man who murdered Duncan’s one true love. But
Lady Amelia turns out to be more than a pawn of vengeance
and war. This brave, beautiful woman touches something deep
in Duncan’s soul that is even more powerful than a warrior’s
fury. But when Amelia begins to fall in love with her
captor—and surrenders in his arms—the real battle begins…
ExcerptFrom Chapter Three of CAPTURED BY THE HIGHLANDER (By
Julianne MacLean, published by St. Martin's Press, March 1,
2011):Amelia sat on the floor of the cave, fighting against an
overwhelming sense of defeat. No matter how hard she tugged
and wrenched at the thin ropes binding her wrists, she could
not free herself. She was trapped like a helpless fawn in a
wolf’s den, and soon her captor would return and do what
he’d wanted to do to her all along, since the moment he’d
crept into her fiancé’s bedchamber. Then suddenly he was there before her, kneeling down,
pulling a knife from his boot. Terror exploded within her. “Please,” she said, tugging harder and more desperately at
the bonds. “If you possess the smallest shred of humanity, you will let
me go. You must.” He raised the knife in the dim light, and just when she
thought he was going to cut her throat, he sliced through
her bonds instead. They dropped lightly to the ground. “You’re a fighter, aren’t you?” He took both her hands in
his and held them up to inspect the undersides of her
wrists. “I admire your tenacity, but look what you’ve done
to yourself.” A thin trail of blood was dripping down her arm. He reached
for a cloth, dipped it into the pot of water that hung on a
hook over the unlit fire, and touched it to her wrists.
Gently, he washed the blood away. “Are you going to kill me?” she asked, glancing uneasily at
the sword he carried. “Because if I am to be put to death,
I wish to know.” He remained focused on what he was doing. “I’m not going to
kill you.” She was grateful for the information, certainly, but was
still a far cry from feeling calm and reassured. “What about the other Highlander?” she asked. “He doesn’t
seem to like me very much.” She glanced toward the mouth of
the cave. “You’re right. He detests the very ground you walk on.”
The Butcher folded the cloth and continued to wipe her
forearm with the cleaner side of it. “Why? Because I am English? Or is it because I am engaged
to Colonel Bennett?” He paused. “I reckon both those things make him want to
murder you where you stand.” The cloth touched a tender spot, and Amelia snapped her hand
back. He looked at her intently, and somehow without a single
word, he persuaded her with his eyes to endure the
discomfort without complaint. She found herself responding,
as if she were being lured into a comfortable obedience...
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