When snatched from the safety of MacAlister lands by a rogue bent on securing a ransom, she finds the adventure of her life.
Out of need and desire, he kidnaps her. The lady captivates him for the moment he laid eyes upon her. Bold and spirited, she fights him. When he negotiates a ransom, deception tears the burgeoning romance apart.
ANGIE’S REVIEW: Ever since reading Jude Deveraux’s historical romance series set in the Scottish highlands years ago, I gravitate towards books that are set around the same time period and have strong female lead characters.
Two books in and I can say without any doubt that Ms. Hill’s Wild Thistle Trilogy will always be in my top three series to recommend when it comes to this genre. Especially with heroines named Hope, Faith, and Honor.
When I first read about Faith in Highland Hope, I scribbled a note in my journal to be on the lookout for her book, that’s how much I adored her!
Faith is a spitfire. She doesn’t like being tied down to one place and longs for adventure outside of her family’s keep. But a bedside promise to her dying father keeps her from venturing too far.
Graeme seeks to redeem himself in his father’s eyes and reclaim his family’s lands that were seized by the Crown. I wasn’t a strong fan of his at first, but he grew on me as the book progressed.
The plot and subplot of this book are an intricate braid. Hill captivated me from the very first page and I found myself with my eyes barely able to stay open long into the night while everyone else in my house was sleeping.
I find it hard to write reviews because I always want to discuss ALL OF THE THINGS, but that would be spoiling the book for others, so vague I have to be. Just know that Ms. Hill’s characters are well developed, there is never a dull moment, and while you could read this without reading Highland Hope first…why would you want to?!
ANGIE’S RATING: ****
Madelyn Hill has always loved the written word. From the time she could read and all through her school years, she’d sneak books into her textbooks during school. And she devoured books daily. At the age of 10 she proclaimed she wanted to be a writer. After being a “closet” writer for several years, she sent her manuscripts to the universe and is now published with Soul Mate Publishing. And she couldn’t be happier!
A resident of Western New York, she moved from one Rochester to another Rochester to be with the love of her life. They now have 3 children and keep busy cooking, going to the movies, and of course reading!
’Twas her sister’s fault.
Hope had married Aidan MacKerry, leading the MacAlister Clan together, and now they were acting like lovesick cows. Aye, they’d recently had another bairn and ’twas why they were smiling like amadans. But Faith MacAlister had enough of the cooing and kissing.
She had to leave the Wild Thistle Keep or go mad.
Hunting was the only option.
The size of the MacAlister Clan dictated hunting trips each fortnight to keep the larder full. Faith grabbed her quiver and bow, left word with the guards at the palisade to inform the lairds Aidan and Hope her direction, and left to find sustenance and peace.
And now, three days later she continued stalking the elusive stag. She kenned her sister would be close to sending a group of men to look for her in a day or so. Luckily she’d managed an agreement with her sister whom was also her laird. An agreement between sisters proved hard to negotiate, but she’d won in the end. And she hunted without escort as long as she never left without telling the guards her direction.
A sun filled day, just cool enough not to need too much clothing that may hinder her movement, but warm enough she didn’t need to start a fire to warm herself. She stretched in the britches she’d stolen from one of the stable hands. Aye, she’d tried the tartan her sister Hope loved to wear, but found it too revealing as she moved and climbed to find her prey. And a gown, the devil take them, ’twould make it nigh impossible to hunt and secure meat for the clan.
She moved quietly through the woods. Each footfall, purposeful, silently brought her closer to her elusive prey.
Aye, there he stood. In the morning mist that hovered just above the low foliage, a proud, beautiful stag who’d avoided her arrow for too long. Huge, with several points on his rack and a cocksure stance stating, I’m king of the forest. She hated to take down the magnificent animal. But he’d provide for her clan and her duty dictated securing meat for those who depended on her.
She drew her bow, stretching the sinew, straining her arm muscles as she prepared to let the arrow fly. The feather fletching grazed her cheek as she held her breath waiting for the perfect moment to release. She’d traveled far for this chance, stalked her prey as her father had taught her so many years ago with her so wee she could barely hold a bow, much less draw and aim. And today, her size may well again thwart her hunting. ’Twould be problematic once the massive stag was felled. She’d have to dress him in the field and lug the meat back with her. No matter, she’d manage as always.
Two more steps forward. Stared down the length of the arrow past the head, ready to release.
“Well, well, well. What have we here?” a man said.