"exciting Scottish historical romantic suspense"
In 1330 in the Western isles off the Scottish coast, the
MacInnis clan hold Laird Donall MacLean prisoner because
they believe his brother Iain killed his wife Lileas,
sister to their clan leader, lady Isolde. While the
chieftains want revenge by killing Donall, Lady Isolde
knows her people cannot deal with the aftermath from the
much more powerful MacLean clan. When Isolde meets Donall she asks him whether Iain
killed her sister. He says no, but he has some doubts as
he realizes his brother has quite a temper. To save her
clan, Isolde wants Donall to impregnate her so that the
child binds the two clans, but she wants no marriage
between them. She further explains to a chained Donall
that she will save his life if he agrees to an alliance of
convenience. To her chagrin, Isolde realizes that in spite
of drinking potions of non-attraction, she finds Donall
quite appealing. Donall also wonders how he could feel
desire for her after the inhospitable imprisonment that he
has suffered at the hands of her men. Though Isolde and
Donall fall in love, the specter of her sister keeps them
apart. Sue-Ellen Welfonder, author of DEVIL IN A KILT, provides
fans of fourteenth century Scottish romantic suspense with
an exciting action packed tale. The story line is typical
of the sub-genre, but KNIGHT IN MY BED makes for fun
reading as the mystery of who killed Isolde's sister
unfolds. Though the villain is obvious early in the plot,
Ms. Welfonder furnishes a strong tale that thoroughly
entertains readers. Harriet Klausner
Reviewed by Harriet Klausner
Posted March 25, 2002
SummaryWARRIOR IN CHAINS, A LADY IN CHARGE, AND A SEDUCTION TOO
HOT TO HANDLE!
"I WANT YOU TO TAKE ME," SHE SAID SOFTLY.
Donall drew in a sharp breath, not as prepared for the
expected answer as he'd thought. "Take you?" he mimicked,
knowing he sounded like a simpleton, but unable to stay his
tongue. She nodded. "I wish to forge an irrefutable union
with you in the hopes of ensuring lasting peace."
Donall's jaw still hung embarrassingly slack as he gaped at
her. She stood firm, her lifted chin declaring her strength
of purpose.
She wanted peace.
He wanted out of her clutches.
And he wanted her.
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