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Full Page Excerpt from "Lairds of
the Eagle"
(reviews below)
“Darn-darn,” Analise
hummed under her breath. She had not thought about the extra men Armand
had brought, nor where they might be placed, and the mare she was
attempting through great fear to abduct was not a willing victim. Oh,
she disliked horses. Nay, she was terrified of them. She kept trying to
tell herself that the mare was gentle, and the brown dappled beast did
look as fearful as she felt.
“Halt!”
It was Kife the Red, Analise saw out of the corner of her eye.
Oh, Mary mother of God, if it had been anyone other than Kife the Red.
Nay, twas more akin to Kife the savage brute force!
“Ye, slut! I’ve got ye now! Here, cunt!”
It was a lurid bellow and Analise dropped the mares halter, not knowing
what to do with the blasted piece anyway. Then, she skittered around to
the other side of the mare, eyeing its tall back, hysterically thinking
she could leap!
“C u n t!”
Oh twas Kife, leering down at her over the mares back with both
of his hands stretched outward. Analise ran, slipping in the mud,
skidding on her knees when a force of nature, made into the fist of Kife,
grabbed her cloak from behind and jerked. Analise screamed or tried to,
but the cloak tie with Kife’s wrenching force behind it, choked off her
terror. Frantically, she grasped the tie and pulled it free, stumbling
up and forward.
“Nay!” Kife bellowed, lunging behind her, but God chose his moments and
Analise managed to avoid his lunge, slipping down the hill, toward the
gate in the mud. Analise knew the whimpering sounds she heard were hers
and hysteria was following close on her heels, but all she could think
of was the gate. If she could just make the gate!
However, God had given her only that one moment, for as she ran the
world before her suddenly shifted into fiery blackness and she screamed
upward at the demon sucking her sight.
Donan swooped his arms downward from Xavier’s towering girth and grasped
Analise beneath her bosom with a strong arm bent around her delicate rib
cage, to lift her up onto the stallion’s back before him. The deed was
made easier by the leverage of the thick straps that held his legs to
Xavier’s flanks on either side, but made more taxing because of Lady
Analise’s hysteria and the churning approach of the red knight.
“Glenncannon to me!” Donan bellowed, holding a strong arm indelicately
across the large mounds of Analise’s straining bosom. She had yet to
understand that he was a friend and while her struggles did not daunt
him, he was afraid that she would squirm off Xavier’s back, and hindered
his defense of the red knight’s imminent attack. By the rood, he’d
found her now and he’d not let het go!
Donan grasped a thick oak breach, of one of the crutches that he carried
shoved into a pommel hole on the side of his gear. He whipped the crutch
free, likened to a solid battle staff and swung it one-handed at the red
knight’s head. He was strong of upper body, stronger than most for the
effort he used to carry his useless lower portion. The thud of the
impact drove up his arm as a loud thwack sounded in the bailey.
Donan was sure that he had broken some skull and it left him feeling
immensely satisfied. He had seen the red knight trying to run Lady
Analise down like an animal and worse he had heard the man’s lewd
taunts. What he would not surrender to the devil himself, he
thought, to take to the ground and finish the brute!
“Donan, to the gate!” Shancy bellowed somewhere off to the right and
behind him.
“Analise . . . you bitch!” Lord Armand’s screeching echoed in the
bailey yard as he appeared through the keeps front way.
Analise stopping fighting him and whimpered in fright. “Please do not
let him have me! Please!”
Xavier bunched his withers into a leap forward as Donan called the
instruction into his ear. Xavier was voice trained and Donan gave the
great stallion his head, as he spoke in Analise’s ear. “You are safe, my
lady. I vow to keep you safe!”
Analise must have caught some of his words and further believed them or
perhaps she was too afraid to care, for she wrapped her arms about his
waist and buried her face into his chest as Xavier raced toward the
gate.
An hour later Donan swiped hard at the rain gutting his vision as puffs
of steam blew out of his nostrils, and he heard Shancy shout. “They be
right behind us! We must split!”
Donan considered bringing Xavier to a halt, but the men that pursued
them were too close for even a moment of respite. He agreed with
Shancy’s assessment. However, there was one glaring fault in the plan.
“You must take her, Shancy! A man with no legs-!”
He never got to finish, as Shancy shouted. “There is no time brother!
Go! Go! We will draw them away!”
Donan blasted the dank air before him with a foul curse, hauling on
Xavier’s reins to send the stallion crashing off into the woods on the
right side of the rutted road. The curse did not cause him to feel
better, however, he knew that Shancy would watch his back, making
certain that Armand and his mercenaries followed him and not Analise. It
certainly was the best in the down pour, for Lord Armand was sure to
miss the fact that one of the men he was chasing had turned off.
Donan waded Xavier, a quarter league into the woods, then pulled the
stallion to a halt, waiting to be certain that Lord Armand’s force would
pass them by. The rain was lighter underneath the thick coppice of trees
and he adjusted his great woolen traveling cloak more firmly around Lady
Analise. He covered her golden head, but naught good it did in the
raining down pour. They were both soaked through and she was shivering
against his chest. He thought that she could be in half a faint by the
limpness of her arms around him, and twas for the best, for the ride
thus far had been hellish and it looked not to improve for a long while.
So as not to disturb her, if she were in oblivion, he refrained from
attempting to comfort her with words.
By the rood, what could he say? Do not fear because you are held safe by
a crippled man, who may or may not be able to dismount from his horse!
Donan nearly laughed harshly at the lunacy of it . . . of him. What
compelled him? However, he knew. Saints, did he know, for
twas curved and pressed against him so shockingly that even his cock
rose a wee bit to the occasion of a woman’s softness that he’d not felt
in five years. Yet, what good did a hardening cock do a man
without knees?
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Fallen Angel Reviewer,
Shelly says:
Laird Donan Glenncannon lost the
use of his legs while fighting in the Crusades, but has worked hard
to build as full a life as he can in his condition. He's learned to
get around with the help of leg braces and a wheel chair, and even
taught himself to ride a horse while strapped on. The only thing
missing is female companionship.
On their way home from visiting their English holdings, Donan and
his brother Shauncy stop at Granville Castle looking only for a safe
night's rest. Instead, they find Lord Granville auctioning his
stepsister Analise's virginity to a group of noblemen. Donan is
stirred to his soul by the delicate beauty, but tries to ignore the
desire she awakens in him. For Analise, it's love at first sight.
When their eyes meet over the crowd, both of them feel a connection.
Not one to stand about and watch such depravity, Donan rescues
Analise before the auction can be completed. At first, he plans to
do nothing more than see her to safety. But when the weather turns
bad and the pair finds shelter in a deserted cottage, he discovers
it won't be easy. Analise makes it very clear that she is his for
the taking.
While he has become as independent as possible, Donan still needs
some assistance. He thinks that as Analise helps him, she will learn
what life with a cripple is like and turn away from him. Although
thought to be simple-minded, Analise is actually very perceptive.
She realizes that how she handles the situation will determine
whether Donan will ever be able to accept the idea that a woman
would want him. Remarkably, she is able to make something Donan
expects to be humiliating for him seem like nothing unusual.
Ms. Strom depicts the hardships and emotions of being paralyzed very
eloquently. Although Donan never wallows in self pity, he is
realistic. After being completely ignored by females for the past
five years, he has given up any hope for love or physical affection.
The mental journey he must make to accept the fact that he is man
enough for Analise is wonderfully written.
Lairds of the Eagle is my first read from Allure Books. Based on the
description on their website, I was only expecting erotica. I was
pleasantly surprised to find a keeper medieval romance! The sex is
hot, yes, but there is much more than that. This is a very tender
story that deals with a man's sense of self after becoming
handicapped and a woman's ability to see beyond that handicap to the
honorable and very desirable hero underneath.
I highly recommend this touching and very erotic medieval romance. I
definitely look forward to more from this author!!
Reviewed by: Shelley,
Fallen Angel Reviews
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