Rogue’s Hostage
By Linda McLaughlin
Historical Romance
Blurb:
His hostage...
In 1758 the Pennsylvania frontier is
wild, primitive and dangerous, where safety often lies at the end of
a gun. Mara Dupré's life crumbles when a French and Indian war party
attacks her cabin, kills her husband, and takes her captive. Marching
through the wilderness strengthens her resolve to flee, but she
doesn't count on her captor teaching her the meaning of courage and
the tempting call of desire.
Her destiny...
French lieutenant Jacques Corbeau's
desire for his captive threatens what little honor he has left. But
when Mara desperately offers herself to him in exchange for her
freedom, he finds the strength to refuse and reclaims his lost
self-respect. As the shadows of his past catch up to him, Jacques
realizes that Mara, despite the odds, is the one true key to
reclaiming his soul and banishing his past misdeeds forever.
Buy Links:
Amazon:
http://amzn.com/B00BJO26OY
I’ve always thought of Rogue’s
Hostage as a fall book because it begins in Aug. 1758 and ends in
September of 1759. In this except, Mara takes a moment to appreciate
the autumn beauty surrounding Fort Duquesne, the first European
settlement in what is now Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. I grew up outside
Pittsburgh and know how lovely fall can be.
Sighing, she moved to stand next to one
of Jacques’s precious cannon. The view from the ramparts was
magnificent. Under a leaden sky, the green of bushes and grasses
seemed more intense than ever. The turbulent waters of the river
tumbled past the fort, frothing over the rocks along the shore.
She glanced toward the hills on the
other side of the Monongahela. The heavily forested slopes were
dappled by drifts of gossamer mist, but not thickly enough to obscure
the colors of autumn. Among the green shone clusters of gold and
orange. Occasional patches of red were visible, as if stained by the
blood of the men who had died trying to possess this cursed spot.
Lord, but she was morbid today. Her
mood was due to a combination of weather and circumstance and surely
would be temporary. She glanced at the view again, wishing Emile were
here to see it. He would have been enchanted by the vista.
The fragrance of autumn, clear, crisp,
and tangy, wafted on the air. Soon, very soon, winter’s frost would
snuff out autumn’s fire, leaving the landscape bleak and brown
until the first snowfall came to shield it with a pristine layer of
white.
A flock of birds flew overhead, heading
south for the winter. Mara watched them with envy, wishing she, too,
could soar over the treetops. She would fly all the way back to
Geneva, she thought, smiling at her fancy.
A shout from the sentry drew her
attention to the plain in front of the fort. Her heart raced at the
sight of the raiding party straggling back. In the lead group, she
spotted a tall officer in a blue and red uniform. Jacques.
She hurried to the ladder and scurried
swiftly but carefully down the slippery rungs, then ran to the main
gate, straight for him. When she skidded to a stop about a foot from
him, he grinned at her.
“What, so eager, madame? Can it be
that you missed me?”
She felt her face flush, but refused to
acknowledge the truth of his words. “Do not flatter yourself,
monsieur. It is merely that I am bored. I have had no one to argue
with for weeks now.”
Author bio:
Linda McLaughlin grew up with a love of
books and history, so it's only natural she prefers writing
historical romance. She loves transporting her readers into the past
where her characters learn that, in the journey of life, love is the
sweetest reward. Linda also writes steamy to erotic romance under the
name Lyndi Lamont, and is one half of the writing team of Lyn
O'Farrell.
You can find her online at
http://lindalyndi.com
Twitter: @Lyndi Lamont
https://twitter.com/LyndiLamont
Thanks for sharing,
Tina
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Thanks for hosting me today, Tina.
Note to all: please ignore the links to All Romance eBooks (they're out of business.) My apologies for not checking the links before providing the information for the blog post.
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