The Only Man Who Could Save Her
Linet Dancort will not be sold. But that's essentially what her brother intends to do--to trade her like so much chattel to widen his already vast scope of influence. Linet will seize any opportunity to escape her fate--and opportunity comes in the form of a rebel prisoner locked in her brother's dungeon, predatory and fearsome, and sentenced to hang in the morning.
Would First Need Saving Himself
Seathan MacGruder, Earl of Grey, is not unused to cheating death. But even this legendary Scottish warrior is surprised when a beautiful Englishwoman creeps to his cell and offers him his freedom. What Linet wants in exchange, though--safe passage to the Highlands--is a steep price to pay. For the only thing more dangerous than the journey through embattled Scotland is the desire that smolders between these two fugitives the first time they touch...
"His Conquest --one part heaven, one part sin."
"Passion, danger, lush history and a touch of magic." --Hannah Howell, New York Times Bestselling Author
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1 . great!!!!
Posted December 23, 2010 by Patty , chesapeakeSo far I have read two of Ms. Crosby books His Women and His conquest I would love to read His Captive if it was on the soney e-reader libaray. I would recommend her book to anyone, I can not wait to read her next novel about the next brother.
2 . Happy to have read the book!
Posted December 12, 2010 by turcato , conroeInteresting lead kept me involved in the story. same old guy and gal stuff so that was good worth a read great price!
3 . Action-packed Scottish historical romance
Posted December 05, 2010 by Joanna Terrero , AC NJ
Lady Linet Dancort grew up with more freedom and education than most women in her lifetime. After her parents' death, her brother, Lord Tearlach, promises her that she would be free to choose her husband. Linet learns of her brother's vicious nature and greed when Lord Tearlach forces her to marry an abusive nobleman in order to gain a political alliance. Linet's only chance to escape such a fate is to seek refuge with her dead mother's clan in the Highlands. Being in the middle of the First War of Scottish Independence, her chances of surviving the journey by herself are minimum. Furious with her brother's treachery, she takes revenge by freeing Seathan MacGruder, Earl of Grey, from Lord Tearlach's dungeon, in exchange for being escorted to her destination.
Hours before being executed, a mysterious and beautiful English woman, who claims to be half Scottish, offers Seathan a deal he cannot refuse. Injured and weak after being tortured, he needs Linet's support and knowledge of the secret tunnels under the castle to survive. He suspects her motives, but respects her secrecy, ignoring the immensity of it, she's the sister of his worse enemy. A woman who saves his life, who he desires and who later will mistrust, believing she's a spy acting in collusion with her brother.
A breathtaking adventure with great fighting scenes and creative hideouts begins. From the first page to the last, they are closely pursued or attacked. Chases and battles interwoven with abundant sexual tension and passionate kissing. When they finally make love, the scene is one of the most touching I'd ever read. An engaging page-turner, the kind of book to take along for a ride.
October 31, 2010
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Excerpt from His Conquest by Diana Cosby
The cold, moor-swept air hummed with the ominous warning. Stark. Foreboding. Like the captive rebel who prowled in his cell only paces away from where Lady Linet Dancort hid. His each step predatory. His each breath cast out in a ragged hiss.
Though hidden in the shadows, with distance and iron separating them, like the storm howling outside Breac Castle this night, the threat exuded by this man was very real.
Draped within her thick wool cape, she regarded Seathan MacGruder, Earl of Grey. Only a fool would dare cross her brother's prisoner.
And she was far from a fool.
An ache built in her chest that her life had crumbled to this moment. She wished the years back, wished her father and mother still lived and that her brother, Fulke Dancort, Viscount of Tearlach, had not betrayed her. But as the cool, storm-fed wind rattled across her skin in a macabre caress, her wishes crumbled one by one.
Linet swallowed hard. Hopes, like fairy tales, were for the innocent. For those who had something left to believe in.
How dare her brother betray his promise of allowing her to choose her husband? This night, Fulke would regret the arrangements he'd made for her to marry a neighboring earl to strengthen his ties, an earl known for his abuse, an earl whose brutality had left his last wife dead.
At the rattle of bars, she focused on the Scot who stalked his cell like an animal caged. Here was a man who represented truth, not lies wielded for a self-serving purpose.
Thunder smothered the bells of matins.
Through the carved window, she scanned the midnight sky battered by hard, spring-fed rain. She must hurry. With a steadying breath, Linet pushed back her hood and stepped into the torchlight. A slight scrape sounded as her slipper touched the stone floor.
The Scottish rebel whirled to face her. Lightning split the sky. Thunder snarled in its wake. Through a tangle of black hair, Lord Grey's eyes, feral like a wolf's, locked on hers.
A tremor rocked her as potent as the next blast of thunder. Her mind commanded she retreat. She held.
Like the air pulsing with energy, her every sense grew charged with awareness. The urge to shield her face from his unapologetic glare stunned her. Throughout her life, her father had given her the freedom to study alongside her peers, and he'd encouraged her to speak her mind.
Never had a man's presence, much less his gaze, incited her interest to a mind-spinning degree. It was illogical this prisoner could make her feel anything with a mere look.
But standing paces away, with his warrior's dark gaze burning into hers, her body trembled. She owed her reaction to nerves. And rightly so. By the rebel's formidable height, scathing look, and arrogant stance, there was little safe about the Scot. And with orders for him to be hanged at first light, he must be desperate.
As was she.
Fulke's demand that she cede to his dictates and marry the neighboring earl echoed through her mind. She welcomed the anger, embraced the emotion that for the last month since her brother's return had kept her sanity intact.
Enough pondering the past. She would ensure that her brother paid for his greed. He would lose not only the powerful alliance her arranged marriage would have brought, but also this prized Scottish rebel, a noble high in William Wallace's ranks. A loss that would earn her brother naught but King Edward's wrath.
Head held high, she stepped within a hand's length of the cell door.
Lightning illuminated the chamber.
He'd shifted, hands on hips, his feet now braced in an aggressive stance.
"I have come to set you free." Thunder rumbled, this time closer, an ominous backdrop to her quiet offer.
The earl remained silent, his expression raw with distrust.
The rebel doubted her. She'd expected as much. God forbid if he discovered that Lord Tearlach, his sworn enemy, was her brother.
At the jangle of keys, his eyes narrowed.
Linet lifted the heavy iron ring into the windswept torchlight. "I will set you free. In return, you must agree to escort me to my mother's clan in the Highlands."
In silence, Lord Grey scanned the corridor to where the guards lay slumped against the wall. "I have drugged them."
Eyes as black as the devil's own sliced to her. "You do not fear me, lass?" His voice, dark and deep with threat, curled around her like a fist.
"No," she lied.
"Then you are a fool."
"Nay, determined." She drew in a slow breath, refusing to betray how his presence unnerved her.
She'd dealt with his type of arrogance before, warriors who appraised their enemy, then used their opponent's weakness to attack.
In this confrontation, she would decide her own fate.
And in this instance, his.
Linet lifted the key that would unlock his cell.
Torchlight caressed the hammered length of iron. "Have I your agreement?"
"How do I know this is not a trick?"
"You do not," she replied. "You know nothing about me except that I hold the key to your freedom."
In silence, shrewd eyes assessed her as he debated her offer.
The Scot's arrogance amazed her. He was imprisoned inside her brother's dungeon without hope of escape, his hanging set for dawn, yet he hesitated.
Again the image of a wolf flashed through her mind. A predator. A man who protected his own, whatever the cost. What he didn't understand, and never could, was that she had as much to lose as he, including her life.
"Your vow," she demanded, wincing inwardly at the desperation that slipped into her voice. "I hardly think you have an option."
He drew himself to his full height. "You have my vow, the vow of a Scotsman."
Unease rippled through her. His declaration echoed as more of a threat than a promise. As if she had time to debate the wisdom of freeing the rebel.
They must leave before another guard appeared. Before she could convince herself her ill conceived plan was indeed foolish, she motioned the dangerous Scot back. "Move away from the door."
Seathan MacGruder held still, intrigued by this mere slip of a woman who dared issue him orders. A muscle worked in his jaw as he studied his unlikely rescuer. She was beautiful. Like a fairy forbidden to leave the Otherworld, she stood before him with proud defiance.
Her amber-gold hair secured behind her head in a harsh knot served to frame the fine curve of her face, a mouth that promised passion and confident eyes shadowed by secrets.
Why would this lass dare free him to escort her to the Highlands? Did she not realize he was Lord Tearlach's prize prisoner? Was she unaware that if the viscount learned of her scheme, she would be hanged?
God's teeth. Something was amiss. But whoever she was, he would sell his soul for a chance at freedom. And revenge.
Dauid's image burned his soul. His most trusted friend, a man whom he'd grown up with, a man who'd been knighted at his side--and his betrayer.
Had he not witnessed Dauid standing alongside Lord Tearlach as the viscount's men had hauled Seathan away, he would have defended Dauid's honor against any accuser.
As well, Seathan had witnessed the viscount's knights mercilessly slaughtering the Scots who hadn't a chance to escape. Then the English had left them to rot.
Fury rippled through Seathan. He could forgive Dauid of many things, but not this. Once free of Breac Castle, he would warn William Wallace and his clan of Dauid's treachery.
Then, he would find Dauid.
And kill him.