HE COULDN’T BELIEVE HER LIES When Roarke Gilchrist first found a coarsely clad beauty nearly buried in new-fallen snow, he took desperate measures to revive her. He warmed her with his naked body and thoroughly massaged every inch of her flawless skin. Convinced she was a slave, the lusty laird plundered her charms and took his pleasure. But when he discovered this was no lowly chattel, Roarke felt misled and suspected this ebony-haired wench was sent to be his assassin. Whatever her mission, the virile male planned to take advantage of each heated moment the mysterious goddess was in his embrace--in his chambers if she was innocent and in his dungeon if she was a spy!
SHE COULDN’T RESIST HIS LIPS When high-born Catriona felt the first touch of warmth after having been cold so long, the grateful girl clung to the towering strength of the man who’d saved her life. But as she succumbed to a tidal wave of ecstasy, she was horrified: perhaps this handsome stranger was her would-be killer who’d left her to die in the blizzard. Each waking moment Catriona plotted her escape. Then Roarke would sensually caress each of her silken limbs and his tongue would trace each of her smooth curves. And even as her mind fought his masterful invasion, her unsatisfied body made her a willing victim of Roarke's exciting touch and an eager prisoner of his BOLD BREATHLESS NIGHTS
This is a "can't put down until it's finished" read
Place: Scottish Highlands Border Wars Normans Time: 1067 Alpha Laird's Spunky, little rascal heroine Captive Slaughter Mystery - "who done it" - keeps you guessing Speaking in brogue Highland pagan myths bodice ripper treachery and intrigue
Loved the H/h. Neri took great care in defining her characters. Also very descriptive with time and places. Not boring at all as it takes you right THERE.
Also, the ending is one of my favorite plots. I will be reading this one again.
Recommend to those who enjoy historical Highland romance
Roarke Gilchrist finds a half-frozen woman in a snowbank, revives her with his naked body (desperate measures, you understand, like Akshay Kumar in one of those old Bollywood movies where he HAD to sharher his body heat with the FMC 'cause "isko bachane ke liye jism ki garmi dena bohut zaroori hai"), and then spends the rest of the book oscillating between "I must protect this delicate flower" and "I must punish her for LYING TO ME."
The FMC, Catriona is exactly what you'd expect: a damsel in distress who is technically a liar but only because she's had a rough life, okay? She's coarse-clad (the book's words, not mine), which in medieval romance-speak means she's either a secret noblewoman in disguise or a peasant with surprisingly well-maintained hair. Either way, Roarke is both aroused and enraged by her existence.
The plot moves at a clip. There's snow, there's a castle, there's probably a villain with a mustache who wants Catriona's lands. There's definitely a scene where Roarke undresses her for warmth and discovers her "lies" via some identifying birthmark or noble-quality skin. There's a Big Misunderstanding that could be solved with one conversation but instead fuels 200 pages of angst and heavy petting.
I vaguely remembered reading this book years ago, and had been trying to recall the title. I finally found it!
It's definitely from the old school of romance, featuring a very young, fantastically beautiful heroine - Catriona -and a typical alpha heroine, Roarke.
Catriona's family is slaughtered and she witnesses her father's murder. She flees from the killers, who catch her up and hit her on the head and leave her to die in a blizzard.
Roarke finds her, carries her to safety and then home to his keep. Of course she has amnesia so Roarke doesn't know who she is. By the time he learns what happened and that she's the daughter of his enemy, he's already started to fall in love with her.
I enjoyed the first part of the book, but in the 2nd half, the heroine commits several actions that label her as TSTL.
All in all, I enjoyed the trip down memory lane, but I'm reminded why I like older, more mature heroines.