Her Irish Warrior (Harlequin Historical #850) [NOOK Book]

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Genevieve de Renalt must escape her betrothed, even if that means putting her trust in the hands of the enemy!

Irish warrior Bevan MacEgan cannot leave a lady in danger, but how far will he go to keep her safe? Marriage would benefit them both, yet he has sworn never to love again....

Proud and strong, he keeps Genevieve at a distance but, as she begins to melt his heart, a shocking discovery forces Bevan to ...

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Her Irish Warrior (Harlequin Historical #850)

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Overview

Genevieve de Renalt must escape her betrothed, even if that means putting her trust in the hands of the enemy!

Irish warrior Bevan MacEgan cannot leave a lady in danger, but how far will he go to keep her safe? Marriage would benefit them both, yet he has sworn never to love again....

Proud and strong, he keeps Genevieve at a distance but, as she begins to melt his heart, a shocking discovery forces Bevan to make a choice--a choice that could mean losing her forever!

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781426801570
  • Publisher: Harlequin Enterprises
  • Publication date: 6/1/2007
  • Series: Harlequin Historical Series
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 304
  • Sales rank: 100,364
  • File size: 243 KB

Meet the Author

Michelle Willingham graduated summa cum laude from the University of Notre Dame with a degree in English. Currently, she teaches American History and is working on more medieval books set in Ireland. She lives in southeastern Virginia with her husband and children. Visit her website at: michellewillingham.com.
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Genevieve de Renalt's breath burned in her lungs as she ran. Refused to stop. With every step, freedom came a little closer. In the distance she heard hoofbeats approaching. He was coming for her.
I am such a fool, she thought. She needed a horse, supplies, and coins if she had any hope of success. But there had been no time. She had seen the opportunity to flee and seized it. Even if her flight was doomed to failure, she had to try.
This was her only chance to escape her betrothed. The thought of Sir Hugh Marstowe was like a dull knife against an open wound. For she had loved him once. And now she would do anything to escape him.
Hugh kept his horse at an easy trot. He was playing with her, like a falcon circling its prey. He knew he could catch her with no effort at all. Instead, he wanted her to anticipate him. To fear him.
He had controlled her for the past moon, deciding how she should behave as his future wife. She'd felt like a dog, cowering beneath his orders. Nothing she said or did was ever good enough for him. Her nerves tightened at the memory of his fists.
Loathing surged through her. By the saints, even if her strength failed her she had to leave. She stumbled through the would have to stop running. She prayed to God for a miracle, for a way to save herself from this nightmare. If she stayed any longer she feared she would become a shell of a woman, with no courage, no life left in her at all.
A patch of blackberry thorns slashed at her hands, the briars catching her cloak. The afternoon light had begun to fade, the twilight creeping steadily closer. Genevieve fought back tears of exhaustion, pulling at the briars until her hands werebloody.
"Genevieve!" Hugh called out. His voice sent a coil of dread inside her. He had drawn his horse to a stop at the edge of the woods. The sight of him made her stomach clench.
I won't go back. Stubbornly, she pushed her way through the gnarled walnut trees until she reached the clearing. Frost coated the grasses, and she stumbled to her knees while climbing the slippery hillside.
A strange silence permeated the meadow. From her vantage point atop the hill, she caught a glimpse of movement. The dying winter grass revealed the presence of a man.
No—men, she realised. Irishmen, dressed in colours to blend in with their surroundings. Behind them, at the bottom of the hill, she saw a single rider. The warrior sat astride his horse, his cloak pinned with an iron brooch the size of her palm. He did not reach for the sword at his side, but his stance grew alert. A hood concealed his face, and a quiet confidence radiated from him.
Tall and broad-shouldered, he watched her. She could not tell if he was a nobleman or a soldier, but he carried himself like a king. With a silent gesture to his men, they scattered and disappeared behind another hill.
Her heart pounded, for he could strike her down with his sword. Nonetheless, she squared her shoulders and stared at the man. She walked towards him slowly, even as her brain warned her that warriors such as he did not treat women with mercy.
But he had a horse. A horse she needed if there was any chance of escaping Hugh.
The man's gaze locked with hers. If she screamed, it would alert Hugh to their presence. Precious seconds remained, and soon Hugh would overtake her.
"Please," she implored him. "I need your help." Her ragged voice sounded just above a whisper, and for a moment she wondered if the soldier had heard her. Upon his cloak she noticed a Celtic design. This time she repeated her request in Irish. The man's posture changed, and after a moment that stretched into eternity he turned his horse away. Within seconds he disappeared behind a hill, along with Genevieve's hope.
Bevan MacEgan cursed himself for his weakness. From the moment she spoke he had recognised the woman as a Norman. The familiar hatred had risen within him, only to be startled by the desire to help her.
She had awakened the ghost of a memory. With her face and dark hair, the first vision of her had evoked a nightmare he'd tried to forget for two long years. He closed his eyes, willing himself to block her out.
He'd seen her fleeing, long before he had given the order for his soldiers to hide among the hills. Her attacker did not intend to kill her. Were that the case, he could have done so already. No, the Norman's intent was to capture the woman.
And by turning away he'd let it happen.
He'd been forced to choose between the safety of his men and a woman he didn't know. And, though he knew he'd made the right decision, his sense of honour cringed. He was supposed to protect women, not let them come to harm.
But if he interfered now, his battle plans could go awry. He dared not risk the lives of his men by giving away their position. Their attack depended upon the element of surprise. He needed to watch and wait for the right moment.
He found himself issuing orders. "I want five men to accompany me inside the fortress. Take the others and surround the outer palisade. At sunset, light the fires."
"You're going after her, aren't you?" the captain of his men remarked.
"I am." 'You cannot save them all. She is only a woman." 'do as I command." Tá, it was an unnecessary risk. But in the woman's eyes he had seen pure terror—the same terror as in his wife's eyes just before the enemy had taken her captive.
And he felt the same helplessness now. Bevan chose the men who would accompany him and led them towards the fortress of Rionallís. It was his land, stolen by the invaders. With the help of his men, he meant to take it back.
Rionallís was not a rath, like the other fortresses, but slightly larger. Within it he'd built an earth and timber castle, similar to the Norman style. He knew every inch of it, and exactly how to penetrate its defences.
At his command, the men moved into position. Bevan waited until they were ready, and pushed away the brambles hiding the entrance to the souterrain. The secret tunnel led beneath the fortress, into the chambers used for storage.
He glanced up at the donjon, silhouetted by a blood-red sunset. Inwardly, he prayed for victory.
The chill of the souterrain passage surrounded him as he entered. He had not been here for the past year and a half, and he noted the emptiness of the storage chambers. They should have been filled with bags of grain and clay-sealed containers of food. His people would suffer this winter unless he did something to help them.
Though he hadn't known about the conquest of his lands until now, he blamed himself. He had allowed his grief to consume him while he hired his sword as a mercenary to other tribes. And last spring the Normans had descended upon Rionallís like locusts, feeding off the labour of his people and desecrating his home. His small army was outnumbered, but he knew the territory well. He would stop at nothing to drive out his enemy.
When he reached the ladder leading into one of the stone beehive-shaped cottages, he paused. He wished he had not seen the Norman woman, her eyes filled with fear as she pleaded for help. It would have been easy to simply hate them all and kill them, spilling their blood for vengeance. But the woman complicated matters.
She was a pretty cailín, with a sweet face and deep blue eyes. An innocent, who deserved his protection. He had been unable to save his wife from her attackers. But he could save this woman.
It should have made him feel better. Instead, it added a further element of risk to an already dangerous attack. And yet his mind grasped the possibilities. She would make a good hostage, providing him with the means to regain the fortress. Afterwards he would grant her the freedom she so desired.
Bevan climbed the ladder, surprising the inhabitants of the cottage. He held a finger to his lips, knowing his people would never betray him. The blacksmith moved towards his hammer, in an unspoken promise to give aid if needed.
At the entrance to the hut, Bevan counted the number of enemy soldiers in the courtyard. He would enter the fortress tonight, he decided. And Rionallís would be his once more.
"Genevieve, I am glad to see you safe.'sir Hugh embraced her while Genevieve fought to breathe. Her strength had given out, and he had caught her at last. She held back tears of frustration, her skin freezing cold.
Dark memories assaulted her. She knew what he would do. way she could bear the pain.
There was no one left to help her. Her father had sent close friends of his, Sir Peter of Harborough and his wife, to act as guardians until his arrival. He might as well not have sent anyone at all. Both were blind to Hugh's deeds. They saw only a strong leader, a man respected by his soldiers.
When she'd complained of Hugh's punishments, Sir Peter had only shrugged. "A man has the right to discipline his wife," he'd said. But she was not Hugh's wife. Not yet. And nothing she said would convince them of any wrongdoing.
Her father's men refused to interfere. The last man who had tried to shield her from a beating had been discovered dead a few days later. The soldiers obeyed Hugh without question, emptiness in their eyes. They were afraid of him, and he knew it.
"I feared for you, out here alone." Hugh pressed a kiss upon her temple. The gesture felt like a brand, burning into her skin. His words mocked her attempt to escape, seemingly gentle. But she recognised the hardened edge to his voice, the promise of punishment.
Possession dominated his blue eyes. She had once thought him handsome with his dark gold hair cut short. But his heart was as cold as the chain-mail covering his strong form.
She steadied herself. "Let me go home to my family, Hugh. I am not the wife you need."
He cupped her chin, his fingers tightening over her flesh. "You will learn to be the wife I need."
"There are other women, wealthier than I." She could not meet his gaze when his hand moved lower, to her waist.
"None of such high rank." His palm spanned her back, his thumb brushing against a bruise that had not healed. "None with land such as Rionallís." His voice grew tinged with ambition. "Here I can become a king. These Irishmen are primitive, with no knowledge of what it means to fight." His mouth curved upward. "And you will reign at my side. The King has commanded it."
She said nothing. Hugh's prowess on the battlefield had earned him King Henry's favour. When he had offered for her, and received the King's blessing, Genevieve had fallen prey to his flattery. Believing his false courtship, she'd begged her reluctant father for a betrothal. Now she wished she had remained silent.
Hugh lifted her upon his horse, mounting behind her. At vulsion. He spurred the horse onward, his harsh embrace imprisoning her. When the fortress came into view, the last vestiges of her courage died.
Denial and panic warred within her. Was there anything else she could do to stop this wedding? More than anything, she needed her father's help. Each day she prayed to see his colours flying, heralding the arrival of his entourage. And still he did not come.
They rode beneath the gate, and she did not miss the pitying looks upon the faces of the Irish. Hugh dismounted and forced her to accompany him. "You must be weary," he said. "I will escort you to your chamber."
Genevieve knew what would happen as soon as they reached the chamber. Closing her eyes, she searched for an excuse—any means to delay the inevitable punishment.
"I am hungry," she said. "Might I have something to eat beforehand?"
"I will have food sent above stairs. After we discuss your…journey." Hugh gripped Genevieve's arm with a strength that reminded her of the retribution to come. Her eyes filled with unshed tears. She would not grant him the satisfaction of making her weep.
She concentrated on the pain of Hugh squeezing her arm as he directed her up the stairs and towards her chamber. He bolted the door behind them with a heavy wooden bar. Alone, he stood and watched her.
"Why did you run from me?"
She didn't answer. What could she say? "Don't you know I will always come for you? You are mine to protect." He caressed her hair, tangling the strands in his fingers. She stood motionless, trying not to look at him.
"The King has summoned us to Tara," Hugh said, releasing her suddenly. "We will be married there within a few days." Pride swelled within him. "He may grant me more land, as a wedding gift to both of us."
Leaning down, he brushed a kiss upon her closed mouth. "do not look so glum. It will not be long now."
His claim was not at all reassuring. She had been thankful that King Henry had delayed Hugh's earlier requests to come. Political alliances with the Irish kings took precedence. Now her time had run out.
"I will not marry without my father." 'Thomas de Renalt will come." His expression tightened. "He should have arrived by now."
"He was ill,"Genevieve argued. Her father had ordered her to continue on to Rionallís without him. With an escort of soldiers and her guardians, Papa had believed her to be safe. Genevieve had bribed a priest to send missives, pleading with her father to end the betrothal. She had sent the last one only a sennight ago. But Thomas de Renalt had given no reply, and she feared Hugh might have intercepted the messages.
"I will not wait on him any longer." Hugh shook his head. "I know not what the Earl's intentions are, but the betrothal documents are signed. With or without him, I will wed you."
"I will never wed you," she swore. "I care not what the King says."
His fist struck the back of her head. Pain exploded, ringing in her ears, but Genevieve refused to cry out.
"You have not lost your spirit, have you?" Hugh remarked. She swallowed hard, wishing she had not provoked him. She knew better than to fight him, for his strength was far greater than hers. If she offered her obedience, he was often more lenient in the punishment. She struggled to force back the words of defiance.
Then he smiled, the cruel smile she had grown to despise. "Remove your garments."
Bile rose in her throat at the thought of him holding her down. For the past few weeks he had gloried in humiliating her. If she refused his commands, he beat her until she could no longer stand. Though he had not breached her maidenhead yet, she knew it was but a matter of time. Fear pulsed through her at the thought.
When she did not obey, Hugh struck her stomach, causing her to double over. She clutched her side, unable to stop the moan of agony from her lips. Was this what her life would become? Would she surrender everything to this man, letting him dominate her?
She closed her eyes, afraid it would be so. Though another woman might consider ending her life, Genevieve did not want to risk eternal damnation. She'd not let him take possession of her soul as well.
He unsheathed his dagger, and her heart nearly stopped when she saw the blade. In a swift slice, he cut the laces until her kirtle pooled at her feet. Clad only in her shift, Genevieve tried to cover herself.
"You belong to me, Genevieve." He set the dagger upon a table, moving towards her. Genevieve's glance darted to the weapon. She avoided another blow and let herself fall against the table. The dagger clattered to the floor.
"Please," she whispered. "I am sorry." It was not true, but the apology might slow his fists. Her head ached; blood was trickling down her cheek.
He closed the distance between them. "It's time you learned how to be an obedient wife. "His fingers closed around her nape in a gesture of control. "soon, Genevieve," he promised. He kissed her roughly, bruising her lips until she tasted blood. "You have no idea of the pleasure I can bring you."
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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 2, 2007

    Her Irish Warrior---a medieval reading delight!

    Her Irish Warrior, set in 12th century Ireland, is a heart-warming Medieval historical romance with excellent characterization, a scene setting made alive to the senses, a suspenseful plot and authenticity to the Medieval literature. Her Irish warrior is a medieval reading delight! Genevieve de Renalt is engaged to Sir Hugh Marstowe. Although her father supports this marriage, Genevieve cannot allow herself to marry such a man now that she knows him and his true character. When her father cannot rescue her, she escapes. She comes across Bevan MacEgan, an Irish warrior, in the woods and pleads for his help and protection. Pulled between his duties as a warrior and the feelings she inspires, as well as his desire to recapture Rionallis, the land taken from him and now part of Genevieve's dowry, will he choose her and will his choice be made from a desire for her or the land? Will Bevan and Genevieve's past secrets come back to haunt them or can they find true love despite all the obstacles others pose? Can they open their hearts amidst or will oaths and duty win over love? In the Middle Ages and in the background of this romance, marriage was a political alliance. Add to this the fact that both Genevieve de Renalt and Bevan MacEgan have been hurt if not abused by previous partners. The heroine and hero are respectively a Norman lady and a Irish warrior who hates the Normans. Add all that together and more and the chances of these mixing pleasure with any possible marriage alliance seem pretty close to nil....but can hearts win out over both force and vulnerability? Characterization is one of the strengths of this romance. Genevieve de Renalt's betrothed is a power hunger man who thinks love is dominating a woman. Genevieve is an excellent heroine, determined and clever, full of passion and tenderness and a wonderful contrast to Hugh. Michelle Willingham allows the reader to see both the warrior and the man in Bevan MacEgan, his strength and loyalty plus the scars from battle and in his heart. A suspenseful plot with some interesting turns and conflicts makes Her Irish Warrior a fast paced page turner. Hugh, her betrothed will stop at nothing to kill Bevan and take back his possession. In a world where marriage can be a political alliance, even King Henry has a say in Genevieve's marriage on account of her dowry, land that used to belong to Bevan! So many conflicts, so many secrets, so many hurts and past wrongs....will Genevieve and Bevan be able to find real love when all conflicts, inner and outer, seek to prevent their union? Michelle Willingham has a gift for creating a scene and details that are both faithful to the Medieval tradition and which also make this romance accessible to modern readers. One bedroom scene in particular takes a custom fairly commonly seen in Medieval stories and adds a nice heart-warming, romantic twist. Her Irish Warrior has several echoes from Medieval literature, but each time, Michelle Willingham adds details and context that heighten the tension and romance between the hero and heroine. Michelle Willingham's writing of the snow adds a tactile landscape into the scenes in a manner that makes the historical background feel alive. The vocabulary is authentic and yet accessible to the modern reader.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 13, 2014

    Question ????

    Does anyone have problems with buying a book and than it says "You reached the end of your sample"? I buy a book and than I can't read it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 1, 2013

    Note to Author.............................................................

    Its hard to like the book if the hero is an idiot. Make no mistake Brevan is a total idiot.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 14, 2012

    Ok

    Bevan takes to long to come around and started to get on my nerves. He was kind of an ass. Gen needed to push back realize her own self worth, the whole martyr thing is a little played out.

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  • Posted January 27, 2010

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    I rather liked this historical romance. The plot was good. It never seemed to slide into the typical "everything's great now that we're in love" romance. The hero fights his love and attraction for his new wife until the bitter end. And I love that she actually has some balls at the end of the story. The main characters are flawed and scarred, still struggling with their baggage that doesn't miraculously go away because they fell in love. His loving touch does not automatically chase away her demons either. On top of that, they didn't fall in love overnight. It's nice to see an author put some thought into a romance like this.

    The historical references were wonderful, as well as, use of Irish Gaelic. I particulary enjoyed that the characters remained true to themselves, instead of turning over a new leaf and changing who they are because of the love of a good woman or a good man. My only real complaint about this book isn't directed at the author but at the publisher. The editing needs some work. Haha! But it wasn't bad enough to detract from the book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 10, 2007

    Wonderful read

    I don't usually like historical. However I brought this one and read it. It was the most wonderful book. I loved the characters, the tension and the plot. I've read it twice.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 5, 2007

    A Romantic Historical Must Read!!!

    This book was a great read. It takes the reader back in time to Ireland during the Norman invasions. I enjoyed reading this book and will read her future books. The romance was unique and interesting. The hero was fascinating and the heroine inspiring. I suggest this book if you love a good romance and historical, especially if you love Ireland. Ms. Willingham does a wonderful job with her plot set in Ireland.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 7, 2007

    A reviewer

    Being an avid reader of all genres of romance, I've never been real partial to historicals. That is until I brought, Her Irish Warrior. I enjoyed reading every single word, so much that I've read the book twice. A wonderfully, great read. A must.

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