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The Conqueror
   

Nominated for the 2004 CAPA  Award    

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The Conqueror,  2003 New Concepts Publishing Genre: Medieval Romance IBSN: 1-58608-212-4 Format: Ebook Unable to procure aid from the Catholic Church to regain his title, land and life, Kieran of Stratford turns to the one woman of his past who can help him recover everything he had lost, including his sanity and his heart. Constance of Ravenwood is a woman of independent means since the death of her father, wise and strong.

She has no desire to marry… that is until Kieran of Stratford comes back, a ghost from days gone by. Her wisdom and strength all but disappear upon his return.

Gone was the callous boy of their youth, replaced by a man needing her aid to regain everything from his brother.

Constance must decide if she will hold his sins of yesterday against him or aid him in his quest. With the past looming over them, Kieran must convince Constance not only to give him her army but her heart as well.

 

Reviews

In true historical style, The Conqueror is full of intrigue and guise as well as romance.  The Conqueror is a delightful read that I enjoyed immensely. I love knights in shining armor who fight for damsels in distress, and while Constance was no damsel in distress, I adored how Kieran thought she was. You can’t go wrong with The Conqueror and I look forward to exploring this author’s work further.
-Joyfully Reviewed

The Conqueror is a passionate medieval tale of good versus evil. The evil characters abounding in this story are truly evil. The good characters here have their shades of gray. Constance undergoes a true battle within herself as she fights to decide whether or not to give her heart to Kieran as he tries his best to make her fall in love with him while fighting off Hugh the entire time. The passion explodes between Constance and Kieran whenever they are together. This is a rollicking good tale you won't want to miss.
-Escape to Romance

 

Excerpt

“Rise Constance,” Kieran murmured seductively, grasping her hands into his own, encouraging her to her feet. With a long finger, he tilted her head up. He stared into her eyes for a long moment before his head made a swift descent and took soft possession of her lips. His tongue flicked and teased at the corners as well as along her lip line, tantalizing her into giving in. She resisted at first but he persevered, his arms wrapping around her for support, molding her body to the hard line of him. Her mouth opened and he took the invitation, exploring the cavernous regions with full intensity. He coaxed her tongue into play and for moment, she was frightened. With infinite patience, Kieran guided her through the motions. She played slowly, her breath quickening as well as the beat of her heart. His grip tightened, strong fingers digging into her ribs, the tips coming achingly close to her breasts. Through the hazy cloud of emotion, one thought emerged. She must stop this before it went any further!

With as much will power as she could summon, Constance put her hands on his strong shoulders and pushed him away. “Let me go, you brute. I do not like to be handled in this fashion.”

His raven-wing brow rose as the left corner of his mouth turned up into a half smile. “What fashion do would you like, Constance?”

“Not to be handled by you. Now leave me before I call my guards to throw you in the dungeon.” She stepped out of his reach but it was to no avail. His intense, glittering stare was enough to melt her inner core let alone his touch.

His hand slipped around her waist, pulling her back to him. “You do not want to do that, Constance because there is something you need only I can give you,” Kieran murmured softly, taking her hand and placing it on his armored chest. He slipped his hand over hers. It was cold yet she did not feel it. The warmth of Kieran’s hand prevented that.

“Aye, do not test me, Kieran. I….” she protested but it was to no avail.

His free hand went to her waist, joining the other. Together they traveled down the small of her backside, stopping to cup the rounded mounds of her backside and pull her hard against him. With one swift movement, he picked her up and sat her on the edge of the table as the blood in her ears sang. Constance’s head whirled around madly, her terrified gaze searching the chamber for anyone else to save her.

There was no one.

Where was everyone? Who was going to save her from Kieran’s wretched hands?

She turned to Kieran and opened her mouth to protest but he silenced her with a single finger to her lips. Flames of desire dripped from in eyes in a shower that bathed her in a warm glow, melting the last of her defenses. She felt the heat of his hands as they slipped over her thighs, stroking gently for moment before parting them and placing his hips in between them to prevent closure. Constance felt the storm within her rise, a mixture of the same emotion as Kieran but hers was mingled with fury, unabashed and relentless. How dare he come into her house and prepare to seduce her to get what he desired!

“Gua....!” She tried to scream, but he put a hand over her mouth.

“I will remove my hand if you promise not to scream, Constance. I am not going to hurt you in the slightest fashion. I just want to keep you in one place while I try and make you understand the gravity of my situation.”

She nodded her consent. Kieran removed his hand. Moist heat from his hand lingered on her lips for a moment, burning hotly in her mind. Somehow, this act of vulgarity excited her more than anything else she had ever known. “Any hopes of my help have just died, Kieran. After what you have done to me, I have decided to say nay.”

His fingers trailed the side of her face, soft and tender, sending spirals of excitement racing through her body. “I am not done yet, Constance. When I am, you will cry out for me, I swear.”

Kieran bent his head and reclaimed her lips in a flurry of passion. Their tongues engaged in play, making her forget the real reason why he was here.

Why could she not resist him?

Through the drowsy haze, Constance felt his hand on her breast. His large hand cupped the mound carefully while his thumb caressed the nipple to a ripe fruition through the gauzy material. Her button hardened as the pressure became more urgent and encouraging. Instinctively her body arched, begging for more of his caress as little murmurs of pleasure escaped her throat. Stop, her better sense cried, or else all is lost!

Constance pulled away, breaking the kiss. “St ... op ... th ... is, Kieran for this is madness to continue. Now be gone from here and let me be!” she demanded breathlessly. The sooner he was away from her, the better she would be.

Kieran shook his black head. “Nay, Constance. You have denied me far too long. This is one night you will not shut me out of your life.”


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