Review for Warrior and the Wanderer by Elizabeth Holcombe
BOOK SYNOPSISAn impossible adventure. A fierce, undeniable desire.
Warrior and the Wonderer is a historical romance novel by Elizabeth Holcombe. Ian MacLean was a washed up celebrity hoping to get his life back together when a visit from a strange man had him traveling back in time. Bess Campbell, chief of clan Campbell didn't marry for love, but she did marry to unite to clans but after her new husband kills her brother, he sets his evil sight on Bess. Lucky for her Ian MacLeans finds her and saves her, unlucky for him he has the same last name as her traitorous husband and becomes her prisoner. With revenge on her mind, they set off on an adventure to protect her clan and get revenge but what Bess didn't expect was to fall in love with her captive. If you like historical romances with fiercely strong and beautiful women and even sexier men, then this is a book you will love. I was hooked from chapter 1! Can't wait to read more from Elizabeth.
4 out of 5 stars
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She knelt at his feet and began smoothing the plaid across the cold stone floor, felt him watching her every move. “Ye’d best pay close attention,” she said, “because I’m no’ gonnae do this for ye again.”
“Should be humiliating for ye, to have me show ye how to properly dress yourself.” “Actually, I find it charming, in a weird sort of way.”
Bess ignored the last comment and folded the bottom third of the plaid into thick pleats. She slipped the rope under them.
“Lay on the plaid,” she said. “Place yer waist at the rope in case ye’ve forgotten.” “Oh, yer sarcasm tears me apart, Blaze.”
“If it would help to tear down yer arrogance then we’d be better served, and stop calling me Blaze.” He grimaced as he folded his body down to kneel beside her.
“Your wound...,” she began.
“Is nothing,” he said behind clenched teeth as he lowered his body on top of the plaid.He rested supine before her. Bess drew in a deep breath. She hovered over him, grasped the ends on the rope in her fists, tied it about his waist, and then adjusted the pleats under the belt.
Ian moaned from far back in his throat. Perspiration glistened across his forehead.
“Ye claim your wound is nothing, d’ye?” she chided, loosening the rope belt. Ian gave her a small forced smile. div>She continued to dress him. Her fingers smoothed the wool over his hard waist, over his lean hips, and down the ridge of muscle on his thighs. Feigning indifference was the most difficult part of her task.“Ye may stand now,” she said. “I’ll help ye.”“No thanks,” he said struggling to sit up, “you’ve done quite enough.”She ignored his protest.“Bursting your stitches is no’ a sign of bravery, ’tis a sign of stupidity.” She took up his left arm and placed it over her shoulders. “Stand with me.”“I can do it on my own,” he said.“Ye’re just another arrogant bastard, a typical MacLean,” she said helping him anyway.“Have you ever thought that all MacLean’s aren’t forged from the same iron as your husband?” he asked.“Ye betrayed my trust, so aye, I do think all MacLean’s are alike,” she said. span>“But what sort of man would I be if I didn’t try to escape?” he asked.She paused. He had her there. Of course she expected he would try to escape. That was why she had chained and tied him up in the first place.Ian on his feet, Bess took a step backward. She could not help but allow her gaze to fall down the long length of his body and discovered her task was not complete.She bent down, and scooped up the rest of the plaid dangling from his waist and tossed it over his shoulder. He remained silent, a blessing, as she tucked the end of the plaid under the rope belt. Task done, Bess surveyed Ian, and her knees suddenly weakened.Dear God, she thought, he’s the Highlander of my dreams, of my heart. He is the one who could make love possible, if he wasnae so arrogant and odd, and I wasnae so bound to my clan. If ‘twas another time...
AUTHOR BIOElizabeth Holcombe’s background includes Bachelors and Masters Degrees in Fine Arts and Art History from Virginia Commonwealth University in her hometown of Richmond. She has taught elementary school and adult education courses on architecture in Rochester, Minnesota, and then worked as a fine arts museum registrar at the Flint Institute of Arts in Michigan.Although she’s been writing since age ten, it wasn’t until after the birth of her son that she began penning book-length fiction. A past president of Washington Romance Writers, Elizabeth has also organized two highly successful seminars on romance for The Smithsonian Associates.Elizabeth’s first published Scottish romance novel, Heaven and the Heather (originally published by Berkley/ Jove of Penguin Putnam), was a finalist for Best Historical Romance in the Holt Medallion, nominated by Romantic TimesReviewer’s Choice for Best First Historical Romance and the Dorothy Parker Reviewer’s Choice Award.Elizabeth lives in Falls Church, Virginia with her husband and son. She is also the proud owner of Dime Store Chic, ranked in the top 50 for vintage shops on Etsy.com. When not writing or crafting her mixed media creations, Elizabeth frequents local estate sales and flea markets.
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