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Lord of Swords
Guy de Maci's son disappears during England's bloody civil war. Guy follows his son’s trail to Stonewold Castle, becoming the bodyguard of Stonewold’s heir. Guy uses the child as a cover to search for his missing son, but guarding the boy hampers rather than helps Guy's efforts. He is soon entangled in not only the boy’s life but also that of the child's sister, the rebellious and utterly captivating Lady Joia. Lady Joia, betrothed to a man she despises, tries to enlist Guy in her plots to free herself from marriage. All of Guy’s warrior skills are useless when it comes to resisting Lady Joia. But should he? Or should he succumb to the passion simmering between them and learn the true meaning of love before they are separated forever?
338 pages, Paperback
First published September 13, 2013
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Ann Lawrence
11 books58 followersI love both reading and writing romance novels. I also love a really good mystery, so I like to include a puzzle for my readers to solve along with the characters. I'll confess to being a chocoholic, but that's my only confession.
I was born near Rochester Castle, and I blame that proximity for my love of England and English history. When not reading, writing, and researching romance, I'm living the real thing with my husband in the Philadelphia suburbs.
I've decided backlists should not die so I've given mine to Ellora's Cave's "Blush" line.
I have a new historical romance out now, LORD OF SWORDS! It is my first book since returning to publishing after an illness hiatus. Please check it out!
You can learn more about me on my website or on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Ann-La....
I love books . . . reading and writing them! What more is there to say???
I was born near Rochester Castle, and I blame that proximity for my love of England and English history. When not reading, writing, and researching romance, I'm living the real thing with my husband in the Philadelphia suburbs.
I've decided backlists should not die so I've given mine to Ellora's Cave's "Blush" line.
I have a new historical romance out now, LORD OF SWORDS! It is my first book since returning to publishing after an illness hiatus. Please check it out!
You can learn more about me on my website or on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Ann-La....
I love books . . . reading and writing them! What more is there to say???
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Guy de Maci has never lost a battle. Will his love for Lady Joia bring his first defeat?
Guy de Maci's son disappears during England's bloody civil war. Guy follows his son’s trail to Stonewold Castle, becoming the bodyguard of Stonewold’s heir. Guy uses the child as a cover to search for his missing son, but guarding the boy hampers rather than helps Guy's efforts. He is soon entangled in not only the boy’s life but also that of his sister, the rebellious and utterly captivating Lady Joia. Lady Joia, who is betrothed to a man she despises, tries to enlist Guy in her plots to free herself from marriage. All of Guy’s warrior skills are useless when it comes to resisting Lady Joia. But should he? Or should he succumb to the passion shimmering between them and learn the true meaning of love before they are separated forever?
Excerpt
In the spring of 1143, England enjoys a moment of peace as a civil war rages between King Stephen and his cousin, the Empress Maude, who vie for the English throne. Their war has torn apart not only the country, but also families.
Hampshire, England
Joia drew her mare to a halt and looked across the moonlit moor at the great stones. They stood in a circle like old women sharing secrets around a fire.
She wanted to know their secrets.
In the sky, a full moon blazed, eclipsing the stars. Ahead of her lay the moor and the stones — mystery and magic. Behind her, the forest was dark, only the roadbed visible like a pale finger pointing toward the castle. She tethered her mare behind a tangled deadfall and finished her journey to the stones on foot. It would soon be midnight.
She crossed a small ditch and climbed a low embankment to where the stones stood in silent splendor. Only the wind and the whisper of her hem on the grass disturbed the night.
Before she entered the circle, she ran her hand over the lichen-covered surface of the tallest stone that stood her height and half again as much. Did druids still come here to practice their ancient rites? As she looked to the moon, she wondered if she might finally discover the answer.
She took a deep breath and stepped into the circle. Here within the embrace of the stones, silence lay thick enough to touch. She turned from the unnatural quiet of the circle and walked the perimeter of standing stones, ones she called the Sentinels for they seemed to watch over the moor.
Movement at the edge of her line of vision made her turn. A touch of annoyance flicked like a whip. Her maid, Edith, was climbing the embankment. Edith ran to Joia, her skirts held high at her knees, her blonde braids bouncing on her shoulders.
“My lady, are you mad?” Edith asked. “What are you doing here?”
“What are you doing here?” Joia continued her journey about the henge.
“Did you think I would let you come to such a place alone?”
Joia bit her tongue on the wish Edith had done just that and walked on. “Where is your horse?” she asked.
“She’s with your mount, my lady.” Edith dogged her steps about the circle. “Your father will have our heads.”
“Lower your voice, Edith.”
Edith wrung her hands. “Can we not return to the hall? It will soon be too dark to see our way home,” she continued in a whisper. “Your father’s in such a temper. He’s searching everywhere for you.”
“Come, Edith, you exaggerate. If my father notices I’m gone, he’ll not forfeit a night in his mistress’s bed to hunt me down.” Joia swept her hands out to encompass the stones and the open moor. “Have you not noticed the moon? Druids worship on a night such as this.”
Edith glanced about. She shivered. “This is what you want here? Druids?”
“Aye, Edith, just druids.” Joia turned her back on her maid.
“Come, my lady, we must go.”
“And I must have this moment.” Eight years ago she’d left Stonewold as a bride. Six months ago she’d returned a widow. It was the first time since her return that the moon and the weather had cooperated in such complete harmony.
“My lady — ”
“If you cannot be silent, get back to the keep or wait with the horses, for I have no need of one who won’t obey.” Joia ignored Edith’s muttered curses. It was as close to silence as one could expect from the girl.
Joia returned to her contemplation of the stones. Did those who still harbored superstitions of the old gods make sacrifices here? Her throat dried. Her pulse fluttered.
Was it anticipation or fear?
Across the circle, aligned with a gap in the stones that could only mark an entrance, lay a wide stone on its side. The ancient stone could not have fallen to its present position, and she imagined it placed just so as an altar. She also imagined a maiden stretched across its flat expanse, her breast bared to the moon, a blade descending . . .
Edith touched Joia’s shoulder. She swallowed a scream as she was jerked from her imaginings.
“My lady.” Edith pointed.
Joia looked across the moor that lay like a stretch of silver cloth cast over a bed. It appeared deserted, but then Joia saw what Edith had.
A man walked across the heath. Joia’s excitement returned in a rush. A druid? Or the spirit of one long past? She remembered the tales her mother oft told of King Arthur and his men who many said had used this circle. Did the great king’s spirit walk at midnight?
The man’s long shadow followed him as he strode toward the stone circle. Surely druids walked slowly, heads bent in reverent prayer. She imagined they did not carry heavy packs on their backs either. She sighed. Naught but a simple traveler.
“A giant,” Edith said by Joia’s ear.
As the stranger approached the entrance stones, Joia drew Edith behind one of the Sentinels.
The man did as Joia had, stood and contemplated the empty circle for several long moments. He couldn’t see them where they crouched in the inky shadows, but still, Joia found herself holding her breath. He crossed the surrounding ditch and bank and walked to the altar. He dropped his pack on the ground and removed his mantle, draping it over the stone.
Midnight was upon them. He will ruin everything, Joia thought. No druidical band would practice their rites with this man desecrating their place.
The man pulled off his tunic. And his shirt. Beside her, Edith hissed in a breath and dug her sharp elbow into Joia’s side. Joia could only stare as the man methodically stripped to his braies.
“King of the faeries, my lady,” Edith whispered.
He cannot be both a giant and the king of the faeries, Joia wanted to say. Instead, she signaled her maid to remain where she was. Joia flitted to the next stone. Her new vantage point allowed her an unimpeded view of the stranger. Even surrounded by the huge stones, Joia could see he was much taller than her husband — may he rest in peace — and might rival the castle smith for breadth of shoulder. The moonlight silvered the stranger’s body and cast shadows, delineating the muscles of his chest and arms.
A flush heated Joia’s face. Indeed a king, she thought when he turned his head to look at the moon. Her heart thudded. He might be one of the emperors depicted on a Roman coin, or perhaps this was Arthur come back to life.
What brought this man here and why now? He would ruin everything. She scanned the hills for approaching druids, but the rolling heathland lay stark and empty.
The man undid his pack, revealing a row of weapons. Moonlight gleamed on the steel of his blades. He took up a sword, then another.
He walked to the center of the stone circle and extended his arms out to the side. He bent his head. It was a reverent pose. Was he part of a religious ceremony? Was he here to make a sacrifice? Where was his victim?
Then he moved.
Yet, moved was too humble a word for what he did. He turned and twisted, swept his blades through the night air. Slowly. In unsettling silence. No wind hissed on his blades, no sound whispered from the dry grass beneath his feet.
Was he real?
She squeezed her eyes closed and then opened them again. He was still there.
The steel of the man’s blades flashed as he performed his midnight dance. His body was as honed as his weapons. As sweat slicked his skin, his braies clung to the long lines of his flanks.
Joia melted into the stone, entranced. Heat twisted through her insides with each turn of his blades. She had seen her father’s and her husband’s men practice in much this same way and yet, here, bathed in moonlight, without a partner to parry his moves, his swords an extension of his arms, she felt she witnessed magic.
The man fell still. Joia let out a long breath. He returned to the altar stone and exchanged one long sword for a short one, and began his sword dance again. He smote invisible foes from left and right. He moved with fluid grace, and Joia felt a strange sensation burn low in her belly.
Edith sighed.
The man froze.
Joia dropped to her knees in the shadows. The man stood as still as one of the stones for an interminable time, then shrugged, and returned to his array of weapons. Joia darted back to Edith. Silently, she pointed at Edith and then in the direction of their horses.
Edith shook her head and turned away with an expression Joia knew well. She tapped Edith’s arm and jabbed her finger with more vehemence toward the horses. Edith’s mouth opened in a wide O.
Suddenly, Joia was snatched off her feet. Edith screamed. Joia couldn’t scream, her breath trapped in her chest by the arm about her middle. The man dragged her across the circle toward the altar.
She struggled, scraping at his hand and forearm with her nails, but his grip was a band of iron. He shoved her against the altar stone and held her in place with the one hand. The other held his sword.
“Who are you?” he asked, his voice as hard as the body pressed against her.
Ann Lawrence has made a phenomenal come back! Lord of Swords is full of excitement and mystery.A big bang re-entry into the writing world Ann Lawrence brings us a fantastic historical romance fit for a queen.Her warrior is a bit rough around the edges but he sure knows how to keep your heart racing.I loved Guy and Joia together, they had just the right amount of hilarity and attraction to keep me anxious for more. Lord of Swords is so well written I couldn't get enough, I can't wait to read more in the future from Ann Lawrence.
Until next time book lovers...
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Guy de Maci has never lost a battle. Will his love for Lady Joia bring his first defeat?
Guy de Maci's son disappears during England's bloody civil war. Guy follows his son’s trail to Stonewold Castle, becoming the bodyguard of Stonewold’s heir. Guy uses the child as a cover to search for his missing son, but guarding the boy hampers rather than helps Guy's efforts. He is soon entangled in not only the boy’s life but also that of his sister, the rebellious and utterly captivating Lady Joia. Lady Joia, who is betrothed to a man she despises, tries to enlist Guy in her plots to free herself from marriage. All of Guy’s warrior skills are useless when it comes to resisting Lady Joia. But should he? Or should he succumb to the passion shimmering between them and learn the true meaning of love before they are separated forever?
Excerpt
In the spring of 1143, England enjoys a moment of peace as a civil war rages between King Stephen and his cousin, the Empress Maude, who vie for the English throne. Their war has torn apart not only the country, but also families.
Hampshire, England
Joia drew her mare to a halt and looked across the moonlit moor at the great stones. They stood in a circle like old women sharing secrets around a fire.
She wanted to know their secrets.
In the sky, a full moon blazed, eclipsing the stars. Ahead of her lay the moor and the stones — mystery and magic. Behind her, the forest was dark, only the roadbed visible like a pale finger pointing toward the castle. She tethered her mare behind a tangled deadfall and finished her journey to the stones on foot. It would soon be midnight.
She crossed a small ditch and climbed a low embankment to where the stones stood in silent splendor. Only the wind and the whisper of her hem on the grass disturbed the night.
Before she entered the circle, she ran her hand over the lichen-covered surface of the tallest stone that stood her height and half again as much. Did druids still come here to practice their ancient rites? As she looked to the moon, she wondered if she might finally discover the answer.
She took a deep breath and stepped into the circle. Here within the embrace of the stones, silence lay thick enough to touch. She turned from the unnatural quiet of the circle and walked the perimeter of standing stones, ones she called the Sentinels for they seemed to watch over the moor.
Movement at the edge of her line of vision made her turn. A touch of annoyance flicked like a whip. Her maid, Edith, was climbing the embankment. Edith ran to Joia, her skirts held high at her knees, her blonde braids bouncing on her shoulders.
“My lady, are you mad?” Edith asked. “What are you doing here?”
“What are you doing here?” Joia continued her journey about the henge.
“Did you think I would let you come to such a place alone?”
Joia bit her tongue on the wish Edith had done just that and walked on. “Where is your horse?” she asked.
“She’s with your mount, my lady.” Edith dogged her steps about the circle. “Your father will have our heads.”
“Lower your voice, Edith.”
Edith wrung her hands. “Can we not return to the hall? It will soon be too dark to see our way home,” she continued in a whisper. “Your father’s in such a temper. He’s searching everywhere for you.”
“Come, Edith, you exaggerate. If my father notices I’m gone, he’ll not forfeit a night in his mistress’s bed to hunt me down.” Joia swept her hands out to encompass the stones and the open moor. “Have you not noticed the moon? Druids worship on a night such as this.”
Edith glanced about. She shivered. “This is what you want here? Druids?”
“Aye, Edith, just druids.” Joia turned her back on her maid.
“Come, my lady, we must go.”
“And I must have this moment.” Eight years ago she’d left Stonewold as a bride. Six months ago she’d returned a widow. It was the first time since her return that the moon and the weather had cooperated in such complete harmony.
“My lady — ”
“If you cannot be silent, get back to the keep or wait with the horses, for I have no need of one who won’t obey.” Joia ignored Edith’s muttered curses. It was as close to silence as one could expect from the girl.
Joia returned to her contemplation of the stones. Did those who still harbored superstitions of the old gods make sacrifices here? Her throat dried. Her pulse fluttered.
Was it anticipation or fear?
Across the circle, aligned with a gap in the stones that could only mark an entrance, lay a wide stone on its side. The ancient stone could not have fallen to its present position, and she imagined it placed just so as an altar. She also imagined a maiden stretched across its flat expanse, her breast bared to the moon, a blade descending . . .
Edith touched Joia’s shoulder. She swallowed a scream as she was jerked from her imaginings.
“My lady.” Edith pointed.
Joia looked across the moor that lay like a stretch of silver cloth cast over a bed. It appeared deserted, but then Joia saw what Edith had.
A man walked across the heath. Joia’s excitement returned in a rush. A druid? Or the spirit of one long past? She remembered the tales her mother oft told of King Arthur and his men who many said had used this circle. Did the great king’s spirit walk at midnight?
The man’s long shadow followed him as he strode toward the stone circle. Surely druids walked slowly, heads bent in reverent prayer. She imagined they did not carry heavy packs on their backs either. She sighed. Naught but a simple traveler.
“A giant,” Edith said by Joia’s ear.
As the stranger approached the entrance stones, Joia drew Edith behind one of the Sentinels.
The man did as Joia had, stood and contemplated the empty circle for several long moments. He couldn’t see them where they crouched in the inky shadows, but still, Joia found herself holding her breath. He crossed the surrounding ditch and bank and walked to the altar. He dropped his pack on the ground and removed his mantle, draping it over the stone.
Midnight was upon them. He will ruin everything, Joia thought. No druidical band would practice their rites with this man desecrating their place.
The man pulled off his tunic. And his shirt. Beside her, Edith hissed in a breath and dug her sharp elbow into Joia’s side. Joia could only stare as the man methodically stripped to his braies.
“King of the faeries, my lady,” Edith whispered.
He cannot be both a giant and the king of the faeries, Joia wanted to say. Instead, she signaled her maid to remain where she was. Joia flitted to the next stone. Her new vantage point allowed her an unimpeded view of the stranger. Even surrounded by the huge stones, Joia could see he was much taller than her husband — may he rest in peace — and might rival the castle smith for breadth of shoulder. The moonlight silvered the stranger’s body and cast shadows, delineating the muscles of his chest and arms.
A flush heated Joia’s face. Indeed a king, she thought when he turned his head to look at the moon. Her heart thudded. He might be one of the emperors depicted on a Roman coin, or perhaps this was Arthur come back to life.
What brought this man here and why now? He would ruin everything. She scanned the hills for approaching druids, but the rolling heathland lay stark and empty.
The man undid his pack, revealing a row of weapons. Moonlight gleamed on the steel of his blades. He took up a sword, then another.
He walked to the center of the stone circle and extended his arms out to the side. He bent his head. It was a reverent pose. Was he part of a religious ceremony? Was he here to make a sacrifice? Where was his victim?
Then he moved.
Yet, moved was too humble a word for what he did. He turned and twisted, swept his blades through the night air. Slowly. In unsettling silence. No wind hissed on his blades, no sound whispered from the dry grass beneath his feet.
Was he real?
She squeezed her eyes closed and then opened them again. He was still there.
The steel of the man’s blades flashed as he performed his midnight dance. His body was as honed as his weapons. As sweat slicked his skin, his braies clung to the long lines of his flanks.
Joia melted into the stone, entranced. Heat twisted through her insides with each turn of his blades. She had seen her father’s and her husband’s men practice in much this same way and yet, here, bathed in moonlight, without a partner to parry his moves, his swords an extension of his arms, she felt she witnessed magic.
The man fell still. Joia let out a long breath. He returned to the altar stone and exchanged one long sword for a short one, and began his sword dance again. He smote invisible foes from left and right. He moved with fluid grace, and Joia felt a strange sensation burn low in her belly.
Edith sighed.
The man froze.
Joia dropped to her knees in the shadows. The man stood as still as one of the stones for an interminable time, then shrugged, and returned to his array of weapons. Joia darted back to Edith. Silently, she pointed at Edith and then in the direction of their horses.
Edith shook her head and turned away with an expression Joia knew well. She tapped Edith’s arm and jabbed her finger with more vehemence toward the horses. Edith’s mouth opened in a wide O.
Suddenly, Joia was snatched off her feet. Edith screamed. Joia couldn’t scream, her breath trapped in her chest by the arm about her middle. The man dragged her across the circle toward the altar.
She struggled, scraping at his hand and forearm with her nails, but his grip was a band of iron. He shoved her against the altar stone and held her in place with the one hand. The other held his sword.
“Who are you?” he asked, his voice as hard as the body pressed against her.
Ann Lawrence has made a phenomenal come back! Lord of Swords is full of excitement and mystery.A big bang re-entry into the writing world Ann Lawrence brings us a fantastic historical romance fit for a queen.Her warrior is a bit rough around the edges but he sure knows how to keep your heart racing.I loved Guy and Joia together, they had just the right amount of hilarity and attraction to keep me anxious for more. Lord of Swords is so well written I couldn't get enough, I can't wait to read more in the future from Ann Lawrence.
Until next time book lovers...
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All thoughts, comments and ratings are my own.
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September 25, 2018
I loved this book a lot more than I thought I would. I love knights so much and this time period I just eat up! I will gladly admit that this book kept me on the edge of my seat with it's multiple plots and I completely satisfied with how it ended. I would have given it 5 stars but I figured out a key point in the plot before it was made known so I only gave it 4 stars. Ann Lawrence did a good job! I would recommend this book for anyone who likes the Medieval time period and of course sexy Knights!
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September 30, 2013
This is the first book I have read by this author, but it will definitely not be the last. After finishing this book I wanted everything Ann Lawrence had available. I started reading in the late evening and before I knew it the clock showed 4:30a.m. This book is more than terrific and I could not stop turning the pages to find out what was going to happen next. The book was worth every yawn and more and it will definitely be on my keeper she to reread. This book is an excellent example of why I read romance novels and medieval being my favorite time period.
The Lord of Swords has all the necessary factors for a keeper; a strong to die for hero, a feisty heroine, romance, mystery, hot sexual scenes, and humor are all included. A little different than just hero meets heroine, the sexy hero is traveling in disguise searching for his missing son. He first meets the heroine when he catches her watching him practice with his swords. She is running away from an arranged marriage and her father, lord of the castle is hot on her trail. Her father catching them together results in a showdown between him and her father’s knights. His excellence with swords and his bare hands results in the lord offering him a position to guard his youngest son, the feisty heroine’s brother. He accepts as he expects to find clues to his son’s whereabouts at this castle. And, of course, this puts him in continuous contact with the heroine, who doesn’t see eye to eye with him. This makes for some very exciting confrontations throughout the book.
Being a romance reader for more than 20 years, I am now a steadfast Ann Lawrence fan and this author will be listed among my favorites, no questions. I highly recommend this author, definitely looking forward to reading all her other books and will watch for future releases.
The Lord of Swords has all the necessary factors for a keeper; a strong to die for hero, a feisty heroine, romance, mystery, hot sexual scenes, and humor are all included. A little different than just hero meets heroine, the sexy hero is traveling in disguise searching for his missing son. He first meets the heroine when he catches her watching him practice with his swords. She is running away from an arranged marriage and her father, lord of the castle is hot on her trail. Her father catching them together results in a showdown between him and her father’s knights. His excellence with swords and his bare hands results in the lord offering him a position to guard his youngest son, the feisty heroine’s brother. He accepts as he expects to find clues to his son’s whereabouts at this castle. And, of course, this puts him in continuous contact with the heroine, who doesn’t see eye to eye with him. This makes for some very exciting confrontations throughout the book.
Being a romance reader for more than 20 years, I am now a steadfast Ann Lawrence fan and this author will be listed among my favorites, no questions. I highly recommend this author, definitely looking forward to reading all her other books and will watch for future releases.
October 6, 2013
This was my first book by this author and it most definitely will not be the last. I’ll admit that I have not read a historical romance in quite some time. It's been years as a matter of fact. I grew to dislike how the heroines were always portrayed as being weak individuals that relied on the men for an identity. Ms Lawrence however gives us something completely different. Her heroine is strong-willed and determined to do things her way no matter the consequences. Which in medieval Europe meant that she was worth no more than what her father could get for her by selling her into marriage to the highest bidder.
Ms. Lawrence has the rare ability of drawing the reader in to the story and getting them invested in the characters. With fantastic world building and such accurate detail of life in that era, I found it difficult to put this down. It was worth every single hour of missed sleep.
Now, Ms. Lawrence… I’m sure I’m not the only one thinking this, but can Edmund please have his story told next?
Ms. Lawrence has the rare ability of drawing the reader in to the story and getting them invested in the characters. With fantastic world building and such accurate detail of life in that era, I found it difficult to put this down. It was worth every single hour of missed sleep.
Now, Ms. Lawrence… I’m sure I’m not the only one thinking this, but can Edmund please have his story told next?
September 26, 2013
I must admit I havent read a historical romance novel in many years. Ann Lawrence reminded me why I love them! I thought the plot interesting, the characters... I either loathed or completely loved them lol.
Guys son goes missing during civil war, he travels to where he thinks he is located. Guy must hide who he really is and takes a position guarding a lords son, who seems to have issues staying safe. Enter the beautiful, spunky widow forced to marry a totally despicable man. Love must come next!
I loved the story, the secondary story and every thing about this book. I did have a few grammar issues, but nothing major and not enough to really distract from the storyline at all.
I look forward to reading alot more from Ann Lawrence and if it includes others from the world of Lord of Swords like Edmund or Alan than even better!
Guys son goes missing during civil war, he travels to where he thinks he is located. Guy must hide who he really is and takes a position guarding a lords son, who seems to have issues staying safe. Enter the beautiful, spunky widow forced to marry a totally despicable man. Love must come next!
I loved the story, the secondary story and every thing about this book. I did have a few grammar issues, but nothing major and not enough to really distract from the storyline at all.
I look forward to reading alot more from Ann Lawrence and if it includes others from the world of Lord of Swords like Edmund or Alan than even better!
August 10, 2016
The story involves a young woman, Joia, who has been widowed and returned home to find her father trying to marry her off again, only this time to someone who would bring him something in the marriage. Joia does not want this marriage and fights her father in any way she can. In comes the perfect guy, hot looks, build and character to boot. Only he is there under false pretenses and can't tell her what he needs.
I love this story and the fact that I haven't read any historical romances in a while but reading this, I want to get back to reading more of them. This book made me miss them and wonder why I had stopped reading them. Five sweet teas for me, you should really check it out.
I love this story and the fact that I haven't read any historical romances in a while but reading this, I want to get back to reading more of them. This book made me miss them and wonder why I had stopped reading them. Five sweet teas for me, you should really check it out.
March 13, 2014
one of the most enjoyable historical romances I've had the pleasure to read. Loved the plotlines and betrayals, the author did a great job understanding the history and customs of the time period, the passions and loyalties that went flying around in this story was enough to make me swoon. Enjoyable as much as it was informative, very well done! I would highly reccommend this to anyone that enjoys historical romances and I would read this again!
March 9, 2014
From what I read, it is a dark story. I hate historical stories that don't have a time frame, you never know if the author got the telling right. Got to 100 pages and quit, it just didn't keep my interest to keep reading. I also hate when the female's father is cruel to her in the story. There did not seem to be much of a romance between to two main characters.
September 25, 2013
This was my first book by Ann. Mesmerizing characters and edge of seat story. I really enjoyed this book. You won't be disapointed.
October 2, 2013
I loved this book so much! For full review please visit my blog then link is below!
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October 4, 2013
This is my first book from this author and it
wont be my last. I find it enjoyable.
wont be my last. I find it enjoyable.
March 11, 2014
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April 17, 2015
Good plot and storyline.
I enjoyed the book for many reasons. It ha mystery action and love. I love medieval romance stories and recency.
I enjoyed the book for many reasons. It ha mystery action and love. I love medieval romance stories and recency.
January 25, 2016
great read,full of action,romance a step back in time
March 6, 2014
Great read!
January 28, 2016
A unique and different medieval romance. I will defintely read more of Ann Lawrence.
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