John Wesley Hawkins was condemned to hang, accused of treason and heresy. As he’s transported to the scaffold at Tyburn, however, the Lord Protector steps in and offers him the hand of mercy-if Wesley agrees to travel to Ireland on a dangerous mission into the heart of the Irish resistance against English rule. He’ll have to seduce the rebels’ secrets from a headstrong Irishwoman, but that shouldn’t be a problem for a man of Wesley’s reputation… . Caitlin MacBride is mistress of the beleaguered Irish castle Clonmuir, and she makes no secret of her loyalty to her countrymen. She’s determined to remain strong for her people, but a wish for true love one evening at sunset yields the one thing that may sway her resolve.
When Wesley walks out of the mist that fateful night, Caitlin’s faith in the magic of Ireland is briefly restored-until she discovers he’s one of the treacherous Englishmen she has spent her life fighting against.
This book may contain explicit intimate scenes, so if you are not 18+ then I probably wouldn’t recommend it for younger readers.
The first thing that caught my eye with this book was the cover art – I thought it was quite pretty but you can’t base a book off a pretty or awful cover so curious I was.
“I would forfeit the very surety of my soul to be the man who brings that look upon your face.”
His rough, cold hand grasped her chin. Her heart jolted as she gazed into his moss-gray eyes. “You owe me a forfeit,” he said. The breeze plucked at strands of his hair, curling them against his windburned cheeks. She jerked her head away. “Just what is it you want?” “I’ll have a kiss from you.” The breath left her chest in a rush. Inhaling slowly, she drew in the cold salt air. “That’s your forfeit?” “I declare to my soul, this is getting interesting,” whispered Aileen Breslin. “It’s an outrage,” Rory snapped. Caitlin challenged her prisoner with a furious stare. “I’d rather kiss a natterjack.” “You’ll have to settle for me instead.” In truth the request was modest enough. Yet her nerves rattled like dried reeds in the breeze. “Why?” His laughter flowed like warm mead from a crystal goblet. “Do you really have to ask?” “I’m asking.” “Because I want to know if the MacBride tastes like a woman, or a warrior.” Her face heated. “That’s absurd.” “It’s my request and my prerogative to be as absurd as I please. You knew the stakes. Will you have it said that the MacBride breaks her word?”
“I came here to conquer you. And here I stay, a willing prisoner of your heart.”
When I first began to read, I thought ehh I don’t know about this… then Caitlin and Wesley graced my pages and my fleeting thought changed. I loved them together even though Wesley had his own plans but for good reasons. He eventually begins to form feelings for her which he never intended to do. I loved how he on numerous times tried to woo her which she doesn’t give in – but almost does many times. But hey who could claim Cait, the man had such sweet words that left his lips an a smile that could melt butter.
“I think I loved her from the first moment I saw her. Before that, I loved her, too. Before I even knew she existed outside the realm of my dreams.”
“You’re bleeding,” he said. “A thorn prick, no more,” she stated. “I didn’t know fairy creatures could bleed. I always fancied them spun of mist and moonlight, not flesh and blood.” “Let go.” “No, my love—” “I’m not a fairy creature, and I am surely not your love.” “It’s just an expression.” “It’s a lie. But ’tis no high wonder to me. I’d be expecting falsehoods from a Sassenach.” “Poor Caitlin. Does it hurt?” Very slowly, with his eyes fixed on hers, he put her finger to his lips and gently slipped it inside his mouth. Too shocked to stop him, she felt the warmth of his mouth, the moist velvet brush of his tongue over the pad of her finger. Then with an excess of gentleness he drew it out and placed her hand in her lap. “I think the bleeding’s stopped,” he said.
“I want you to look at me and see no other than the man you love. I want you to feel a start of pure joy when you awaken in the morning and find me beside you. I want you to wish you could rush the sunset so that we can be together sooner.”
There were other great characters such as Tom Gandy whom was very likable (for some reason I kept picturing Peter Dinklage as him) and mysterious at the same time, Rory was a bit of a hoot especially when him and Wesley were sizing up their manhood with one another during a bathroom run, and then the on going bickering from Logan and Magheen was a bit amusing too. I also liked how Susan managed to infuse some Irish dialog and Gaelic phrases in this book – it made the characters more real and lifelike.