The Flower Doomed to a life of unending toil, Heather Simmons fears for her innocence-until a shocking, desperate act forces her to flee. . . and to seek refuge in the arms of a virile and dangerous stranger. The Flame A lusty adventurer married to the sea, Captain Brandon Birmingham courts scorn and peril when he abducts the beautiful fugitive from the tumultuous London dockside. But no power on Earth can compel him to relinquish his exquisite prize. For he is determined to make the sapphire-eyed prize. For he is determined to make the sapphire-eyed lovely his woman. . .and to carry her off to far, uncharted realms of sensuous, passionate love.
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1 . Best Ever
Posted June 13, 2010 by JSH , Blue SpringsThis was the first romance I read. 5 or 6,000 books later, it is still in the top 3 all time favs. I go back and reread it every so often. You will be transported back in time. Woodiwiss is such a good writer that you can almost feel what Heather and Brandon are going through. There is suspense and thrills along with a true love story that will last forever. This book is so good, I still have trouble setting it down until it's finished. Enjoy two of the best characters to grace a historical romance. This one should be listed under romance period. Even if you're not a historical buff you will enjoy the story.
2 . Enthralling...
Posted February 28, 2009 by Tracey , Johnson City, TNThis is the first of Kathleen E. Woodiwiss' books I've read and it was so intriguing that I couldn't put it down. She pulls you into the world of these two people and it's hard to remember to come back to real life. If you've never read Kathleen, I suggest you start with this book. I'm sure you'll love it!
March 30, 2004
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Excerpt from The Flame and the Flower by Kathleen E. Woodiwiss
With her first book, Kathleen E. Woodiwiss forever changed the nature of romance novels. Feisty heroine Heather Simmons--young and captivating, thrust into the care of a spiteful aunt first meets Captain Brandon Birmingham after an occurrence that leaves her believing she has killed a man. The chemistry between them is instantaneous, and readers everywhere gasped at this explosive introduction to the special world of Kathleen E. Woodiwiss.
As they entered the captain' s cabin, a man rose from the desk where he had been sitting and, had it not been for her bruised state of mind, Heather would have noticed his tall, muscular build and piercing green eyes. Fawn-colored breeches were fitted snug about his narrow hips and a white ruffled shirt, opened to the waist, revealed a chest wide and firmly muscled beneath a mat of crisp black hair. He had the look of a pirate about him, or even Satan himself, with his dark, curly hair and long sideburns that accentuated the lean, handsome features of his face. His nose was thin and straight except for a slight hook in its profile just below the bridge. His hair was raven black and his skin darkly tanned. White teeth flashed in contrast as he smiled and came forward, sweeping her with a bold gaze from top to toe.
"Aye, you've done a handsome night's work with this one, George. You must have searched hard and wide for her."
"Nay, cap'n," the old man returned. "We found her walking the streets of the waterfront. She came most willingly, cap'n."
The man nodded and walked slowly, deliberately, completely around Heather as she stood rooted to the floor, not touching her with anything but those emerald eyes and they were enough. He paused before her for a moment, smiling, but her eyes would not meet his. She kept them cast downward and stood humbly awaiting some indication of her fate. Behind her the two men grinned, extremely pleased with themselves.
The tall man moved aside with them and the fellow, George, spoke in a low voice. Heather' s eyes moved about the cabin but saw nothing. Outwardly she appeared calm, but the emotional strains raging within her further sapped her strength. She was exhausted, bone tired, confused. She found it difficult to reconcile a magistrate of the law on board a ship, but knowing little of the processes of justice, reasoned that she was probably to be sent to some penal colony, for in her own mind she was guilty of murder.
"Oh God," she thought, "that I should be raised from a sty by the temptation of a life of ease and for my sin plunged into a prison. I killed a man and I've been caught and I must now accept whatever fate decrees for me."
Her mind stopped and held and was trapped by these final facts. She was guilty. She was caught. Justice had done with her and she had no further word. She did not hear the door close behind her as the seamen left, but words from the man who stood before her roused her from her thoughts. He laughed gently and made a sweeping bow.
'Welcome back, m'lady, and I repeat, what is your name."
"Heather," she murmured softly. "Heather Simmons, sir."
"Ah," he sighed. "A small, tempting flower from the moors. It's a most lovely and fitting name, m'lady. Brandon Birmingham is my name. Most of my friends call me Bran. Have you dined this evening "
She made a small nod.