Her father will surely kill them both when he finds out what they've done...
Wine (In the Warrior's Bed) fills this addictive tale of betrayal, lust, power, and love with detail-rich descriptions and frequent bedroom scenes hot enough to warm even the coldest Scottish nights. In 15th-century Scotland, women are expected to be quiet, meek, and above all obedient, but hot-blooded, hotheaded Shannon McBoyd is not a typical simpering lady. She meets her match in the dark, handsome highlander Torin McLeren, who kidnaps her to stop her father's raids into McLeren land. While Scotland roils in political upheaval, Shannon struggles to accept passion and a future with Torin, never losing her independent spirit and courage even as she succumbs to her feelings. Wine skillfully creates suspense, keeping Shannon's fate uncertain until the very end. With a captivating leading lady and terrific pacing, this story will be devoured by devoted historical romance readers. (July) Copyright 2010 Reed Business Information.
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1 . AMAZING SCOTTISH HISTORICAL ROMANCE!
Posted September 07, 2010 by AprilR , HendersonTO CONQUER A HIGHLANDER by Mary Wine is a wonderful historical romance set in 1437 Scotland. It is well written with depth and details and is fast paced with twists and turns. It has suspense, adventure, wit, a kidnapping, revenge, lust, power,loyality to their clansmen,sensuality, romance, and Scotland at it's worst and best. The characters are strong willed, determined, loyal to their clan and their country and betrayal. The hero, Torin, is strong, handsome, sexy, loyal to his clansmen and his country, out for revenge and falls in love. The heroine, Shannon, is strong willed, beautiful even through rather comely, fiery spirit, courage, struggles against the passion between her and Torin. She has always obeyed her father, learning to endure his crudelty toward her and others. She once again, obeys her father's wish to marry who he has given her to, a traitor of Scotland's kin. While, on her way to her wedding, she is kidnapped by the McLeren clan, who her father raided against,killed their clansmen and destroyed their village. The McLeren is going to use her for exchange of one of their clansmen, Torin's nephrew. Little do they know how much trouble their hostage is going to be, for she is determined not to let them get the best of her. She attempts several escapes, but is caught by Torin, who is guickly falling in love with her fiery spirit and determined mind. When the new king of Scotland learns of Shannon's family plot to kill him, Shannon is also in danger of the same fate her clansmens will receive for their deception. Torin is determined to be her protector. What follows is a wonderful story of love, passion, betrayal, sacrifice and truly a love story for all ages.I would highly recommend the book especially if you enjoy Scottish passion and fire.
2 . great value in reading and price
Posted August 23, 2010 by turcato , conroeJust stumbled along and took a chance w/ this author. I enjoyed this read and would read again!
July 01, 2010
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Excerpt from To Conquer a Highlander by Mary Wine
From Chapter One: Scotland 1437, McLeren land Fire could be a welcome sight to a man when he'd been riding a long time and the sun had set, leaving him surrounded by darkness. But the sight of flames on the horizon could also be the most horrifying thing any laird ever set his eyes on. Torin McLeren wanted to close his eyes in the hopes that the orange flames illuminating the night might not be there when he opened them again. He could smell the smoke on the night air now but didn't have the luxury of allowing the horror to turn his stomach. He was laird, and protecting his holdings was his duty. Digging his spurs into his horse, he headed toward the inferno. Wails began to drown out the hissing flames. Laments carried on the night wind as wives and mothers mourned bitterly. The scent of blood rose above the smoke, the flickering orange light illuminating the fallen bodies of his clansmen. He stared at the carnage, stunned by the number of dead and wounded. He might be a Highlander and no stranger to battle, but this was a village, not a piece of land disputed and fought over by nobles. This was McLeren land and had been for more than a century. A horror straight out of hell surrounded him. Mercy hadn't been present here--he'd seen less carnage after fighting the English. The slaughter was almost too much to believe or accept. His horse balked at his command to ride forward, the stallion rearing up as the heat from the blaze became hot against its hide. Torin cursed and slid from the saddle. Every muscle in his body tightened, rage slowly coming to a boil inside him. Hands reached out to him, grasping fingers seeking him as the only hope of righting the wrong that had been inflicted on them. His temper burned hotter than the fire consuming the keep in front of him. They suffered raids from time to time, but this was something else entirely. It was war. The number of bodies lying where they had fallen was a wrong that could not be ignored. Nor should it be. These were his people, McLerens who trusted in his leadership and his sword arm for protection. "Justice..." One single word but it echoed across the fallen bodies of men wearing the same plaid he did. Every retainer left to keep the peace was lying dead, but they had died as Highlanders. The ground was littered with the unmoving forms of their attackers. His gaze settled on one body, the still form leaking dark blood onto his land, the kilt drawing his interest. Lowering his frame onto one knee, Torin fingered the colors of his enemy. The fire lit the scarlet and blue colors of the McBoyd clan. His neighbor and apparently now his enemy. McBoyds? It didn't make sense. These were common people. Good folk who labored hard to feed their families. Every McLeren retainer stationed there knew and accepted that they might have to fight for their clan, but that did not explain the number of slain villagers. There was no reason for such a slaughter. No excuse he would ever swallow or accept. McLerens did not fear the night, be they common born or not. While he was laird, they would not live in fear. "There will be justice. I swear it." His voice carried authority, but to those weeping over their lost family, it also gave comfort. Torin stood still only for a moment, his retainers backing him up before he turned and remounted his horse. He felt more at home in the saddle, more confident. His father had raised him to lead the McLerens in good times and bad. He would not disappoint him or a single McLeren watching him now. "Well now, let us see what the McBoyds have to say for themselves, lads." Torin turned his stallion into the night without a care for the clouds that kept the moonlight from illuminating the rocky terrain. He was a Highlander, after all. Let the other things in the dark fear him.