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She had the fierce spirit of a warrior—and the passionate heart of a woman in love.

He is called Conn of the Hundred Battles, the warrior-king who forged a nation from a land of isolated clans. As High King of Ireland, he rides with the legendary Fianna, his elite band of warriors. But a threat to the throne looms from a mysterious scourge who has vanquished several of Conn's bravest warriors. Conn rides out alone to face a seemingly ...
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She had the fierce spirit of a warrior—and the passionate heart of a woman in love.

He is called Conn of the Hundred Battles, the warrior-king who forged a nation from a land of isolated clans. As High King of Ireland, he rides with the legendary Fianna, his elite band of warriors. But a threat to the throne looms from a mysterious scourge who has vanquished several of Conn's bravest warriors. Conn rides out alone to face a seemingly invincible foe, never expecting that he will confront a grief-maddened hellcat with emerald eyes and hair like liquid flame....

Wielding a sword called Vengeance, Gelina ó Monaghan has sworn to defeat the man she holds responsible for her family's ruin. She never dreamed she'd be bested by him in combat...and lose her heart in the bargain. Their forbidden passion will become a private war fought with swords and kisses, promises and betrayal—and surrender will be only the beginning....
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Don't miss these enchanting romances by Teresa Medeiros:

Nobody's Darling:
"There is so much joy, so much magic and just the right amount of poignancy that you will find tears mixed with your laughter....A book you'll reread simply to relive the pleasure."
--Romantic Times

Touch of Enchantment:
"A fine and funny combination of Jude Deveraux and Erma Bombeck."
--Publishers Weekly

Breath of Magic:
"Wondrous and brimming over with the love and laughter of Teresa Medieros' style."
--Romantic Times

Fairest of Them All:
"Medeiros pens the ultimate romantic fantasy."
--Publishers Weekly

Thief of Hearts:
"Emotional, funny, sensual, and spellbinding, this is a marvelous read!"
--Romantic Times

New York Times bestselling author - Christina Dodd
"Nobody does passion with more pleasure or humor with more heart. Medeiros is magic!"
Romantic Times - Kathe Robin
“Finely drawn characters bring to life a thrilling legend!”
New York Times bestselling author - Lisa Kleypas
“Try a Teresa Medeiros novel and you will swear it was written just for you!”
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  • ISBN-13: 9780553581140
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 12/28/1998
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 432
  • Product dimensions: 4.17 (w) x 6.88 (h) x 1.17 (d)

Meet the Author

New York Times bestseller Teresa Medeiros wrote her first novel at the age of twenty-one, introducing readers to one of the most beloved and versatile voices in romance and women's fiction. She has appeared on every national bestseller list, including the New York Times, USA Today and Publishers Weekly lists. She currently has over ten million books in print and is published in over seventeen languages.

Teresa lives in Kentucky with her husband and her cats Willow Tum-Tum and Buffy the Mouse Slayer. All of Teresa's bestselling novels are available in the U.S. and around the world in print and e-book.

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Conn gasped in a breath. The boy's jerkin had fallen open. The linen shirt clung to the hills and valleys of the heaving chest between Conn's thighs like a second skin. He cursed softly, staring at breasts that were small but well-shaped and undeniably feminine. The volatile child subdued beneath him was a girl, not a lad. The Fiannic oath promising gentleness to all women echoed through his mind, eliciting both anger and shame.

His body relaxed as he felt the girl's muscles yield. Her face dissolved in a paroxysm of grief, and the tears flowed, tracing a grimy path between her eyes and ears. Conn gently wiped her cheek with the back of his hand, wondering how he could have been so blind as to mistake her for a boy. He moved off her and gathered her up in his arms. Her body slumped as he stroked her short-cropped hair.

Her voice was muffled into his shoulder as she spoke three hoarse words. "Where is he?"

Conn spoke softly even as his hands tightened their grip. "If you speak of the one who was with you, he's dead."

As Conn gazed toward the brightening horizon, he hoped his words were true. He doubted any mortal could have survived such a wound. He briefly considered returning to the hills surrounding the cave to search for the lad's body, but he did not want to drag the girl along with him, nor did he dare leave her alone. She had stiffened at his words and he instinctively checked to make sure the dagger was still lying in the mud a few feet away.

"Please let me go," she said, lifting her head from his shoulder but avoiding his gaze.

"Why?" Conn asked. "So you can ambush me up the trail a few leagues from here?" He shook his head. "No, thank you. I've seen you wield sharp objects and I've no desire to see it again."

"I want to bury him. I never had the chance to bury my father and mother." A single tear slid down her cheek but her words were tinged with icy calm.

He jerked her around to face him but she still refused to meet his eyes. "Just who by the blood of the gods were your mother and father? Who was evil enough to spawn your murdering soul?" He baited her, seeking truth between the cracks he sensed in her tenuous reserve. When his question met only silence, he asked, "How old are you? And who was this man?"

A tremor ran through her. "I am a thousand years old. What concern is it of yours?"

Conn's gaze traced the insolent curve of a cheek pure enough to belong to a druid priestess and almost believed her. His hand tightened on her wrist, pressing into the tender flesh. The skin around her lips blanched but she did not flinch. His eyes narrowed.

His grip changed subtly. His hand slid up her arm and over the wet, cracked leather of the jerkin. His palm cradled the damp skin that fluttered over the pounding pulse in her throat. His fingertips grazed the tiny hairs at the back of her neck and she could not hide her shiver.

"Are you a woman or a child?" he asked in a voice that was not unkind.

Stony silence met his question.

His finger traced the curve of her cheek. "Your flesh is curiously unlined for one so ancient."

She turned her face away from him and stared into the forest. Conn cursed as his patience evaporated in a wave of anger and exasperation. His hands caught in her worn jerkin. He snatched her up like a puppet, the heat of his anger in the face of her pale indifference spreading uninvited to his loins.

"'Tis clear you're old enough to murder my men and steal their clothes. If neither your face nor your lips will tell me your age, perhaps I shall examine what lies beneath Conor Ó Murchada's jerkin for my answers."

She hung unmoving in his grasp, her eyes still averted. Her helplessness disarmed him. He lowered her. He touched his fingers to the bandage beneath her jerkin; they reappeared stained with pale pink water.

"You're bleeding again. Are you trying to kill yourself?"

She raised arrogant eyes to meet the dark blue of his. "No, Conn. I'm trying to kill you." A smile twisted her lips.

Conn stared, mesmerized by the glittering, emerald eyes--the bitter, wounded eyes of a woman set deep in the face of a child. The nagging bell of familiarity tolled again. His gaze never leaving hers, he went to the horse and took a length of rope from the knapsack. She offered him no resistance as he bound her hands.

"You know who I am," he said. "When you decide to tell me who you are, I will unbind you. In the meantime, I would like you to think carefully about what's going to happen to you when we reach my fortress."

The girl's face was impassive. Her chin tilted in cold defiance as she stared mutely into his glittering blue eyes.

"You will go on trial for the murders of five men--Conor ó Murchada, Ryan ó Brosnahan, Brian MacRuairc, Kyle MacRuairc, who had the misfortune of belonging to the same clan, and Kevin ó hArtagain. You should be familiar with the names." He gestured to her waist where the leather belts hung, condemning her without a word. "If I can keep the MacRuaircs from cutting out your heart before the trial, the public court will determine your guilt. If they decide you are guilty, I will pass sentence."

He knelt beside her, taking her chin in his unyielding hand. "I shall then let you choose between two just punishments. I will either turn you over to the clans of the men you killed"--his eyes searched her face for any sign of emotion--"or I will have you beheaded." She flinched imperceptibly, the only indication she had heard his words.

Without another word he bound her feet and threw his cloak over her. The sun floated over the horizon as exhaustion forced both of them to sleep. Conn's sleep was light, his mind tuned for any sound.

The afternoon sun had dried his garments when he awoke. Shaking off the grogginess of slumber, he hugged his knees and watched the girl sleep. With her face peaceful in repose, she looked five years younger than any guess of her age Conn might have made. Stubby, dark eyelashes fanned on her freckled cheeks, shielding him from the woman's hatred he would find in her eyes when she awoke. An unexpected twinge of yearning tightened his throat as she yawned softly and snuggled deeper into his cloak. He wished for an instant that he were a different kind of man.

He shook his head in disbelief at the thought of this innocent and the ice-hearted killer in the cavern sharing the same lithe body. An unnatural flush, which did not seem to claim the sun as its precursor, had risen on her face. He reached out a hand and gently touched her cheek. The smooth skin felt hot to his callused fingers. Her eyes fluttered open to meet his, then shut again as if displeased at the sight.

"Water?" she croaked.

"I was fetching you some water when you tried to send me down the creek with my own dagger in my back."

Conn rose. He returned with a canteen full of the sparkling water and squatted beside her. Putting an arm around her shoulders, he lifted her and touched the wet rim of the canteen to her lips. She leaned against him and drank deeply. Conn took a corner of his tunic and gently wiped away the drops of water that escaped her thirsty lips. Her bound hands were clenched into fists between them. She hid her tremble with a cough but not before Conn could see that sleep had robbed her of anger, but not fear. He drank, the cool water soothing his parched throat.

"We must travel. Your wound is festering. It needs to be seen by one of my physicians," he said.

"Wouldn't it be more convenient if I died on the journey there?" the girl said caustically, her eyes glazed.

Conn shook his head. "Too many unanswered questions. If you are so determined to die, I insist you wait until I at least have learned your name." He pulled a piece of meat from his knapsack. "Here. You need to eat." He unbound her and put the thin strip of meat in her hand.

"I cannot eat this. Only kings and high poets can eat steak." He saw no trace of sarcasm in her face, only confusion.

"Are you not hungry, nameless one?"

She bit reluctantly into the meat. A look of greedy pleasure transformed her face into that of a child. Conn hid a smile as she stuffed the meat into her mouth with ravenous hands.

He stood and began to pace, hands locked behind his back. "As I see it, if you will tell me who this man was, it might not be necessary to tell everyone at the fortress exactly who you are. You said your father was dead. So was this man your brother or your cousin?"

The girl shook her head without slowing her eating.

Conn ignored her and continued. "You are very young. It seems to me that this man of yours ensured that all of the blood in this grim affair would be on your hands, not his."

Her eyes narrowed to dangerous slits as she downed the last bite with an audible swallow.

"This man used you and made a fool of you, teaching you to fight some twisted battle that should have been his."

The girl reached to her waist for a sword that was not there. "He was never like that. He loved me!"

Her eyes fell as she realized her error. She rubbed a grubby hand through her auburn hair until it stood up in nervous spikes.

Conn turned on his heel. "Was he your lover, then?"

She stared at him for a long moment. "He was."

Conn paced away from her. "He must have been a fine lover, indeed. Fine enough to commit murder for."

She lifted her chin. "The finest. Finer than any of the Fianna ever dreamed of being."

Conn raised an eyebrow. "And what prompted you and your charming lover to murder my men?"

"Not murder. Justice."

The ghost of a smile hovered around Conn's lips. He crossed the clearing in two strides and knelt in front of her. She shrank back but refused to lower her gaze.

"You're lying," he said. "A man wants a woman in his bed, not a dirty little cave urchin. If he was your lover, he'd been living in a cave far too long. It addled his wits."

She crossed her arms. "Believe what you like. You will anyway. You always did."

Conn rubbed the back of his neck to keep from smacking her. He exhaled a slow breath. "Dearest child," he said, pronouncing each word with infinite patience, "I am not asking for the truth. I am commanding it."

She blinked wide eyes. "Now, that puts a new slant on things, doesn't it?" Conn stood as she climbed unsteadily to her feet. She swept off an imaginary hat and bowed until her forehead touched her knees. "Grant me a thousand pardons, Conn. I must confess. The man was . . ."--a teasing sigh; a sly glance from beneath downswept lashes--". . . my lover."

"Nonsense. You've probably never kissed a man with anything but the tip of your sword. He had to have been a cousin or a broth--"

Before Conn could finish, she pressed her lips to his in a kiss as childish as it was affecting. His hands moved to her waist to push her away but stayed of their own volition, resting lightly against the linen shirt. He could have counted every rib without opening his eyes.

He took a step backward. "Good," he said briskly. "Then you shall be well prepared for the attentions of the MacRuairc clan should they decide not to end your life. Since you choose to flaunt your murderous liaison with this man, 'tis fitting you should spend the rest of your life tied to a farmer's bedstead at the mercy of his sons and all their kinsfolk."

Her face paled. Conn stared coldly into her stricken eyes, ignoring a pang of guilt. "You offer much to protect this man, whatever he was to you, but I fear my tastes don't run to lying murderesses who fancy it justice to leave behind a trail of grieving widows and orphans."

She plopped to the ground. Her fingers tore up a hunk of moss. Her voice was hoarse. "There is no justice for orphans in this world. The sooner they learn that, the better off they will be."

Conn dropped his cloak around her shoulders. "And for those who made them orphans?"

She gave him a half smile that would have been devastating if not overshadowed by the blind hatred in her sparkling eyes. "You tell me, sire."

Conn crossed the clearing and threw the knapsack over Silent Thunder's back. He tightened the straps with a jerk. "If I give you my oath not to question you further about the man, will you give me a name to call you?"

"Gelina."

The whisper came from right behind him. He was halfway turned when the rock came down on the back of his head with a dull thud. Before he hit the ground, the girl had stripped him of his sheath and dagger and was gone.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 13, 2006

    Good start... ending was ehh

    For the most part I liked the book. I liked Gelina's character very much, she was strong and was not your typical damsel in distress kind of female. I thought it was a page turner until I reached the end, I found it very disappointing. It felt rushed and as someone else mentioned in their review, nothing was really resolved. I was not left with the feeling that everything between Conn and Galina would be okay. I think it was lacking some kind of confrontation between the two in the end, and it never happened, everything was just peachy keen all of a sudden. There was no real closure as far as the issue of trust was concerned... and boy were there major trust issues.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 7, 2000

    A book that you just can't put down!!

    Lady of Conquest is the first book that I have read by Teresa Medeiros. I have read it over and over. I love it! I am in love with her style of writing and this book will not be my last!! What a love story!!

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  • Posted August 25, 2012

    What dreck. The plot has possibilities in theory, but there ar

    What dreck. The plot has possibilities in theory, but there are way
    too many contrived scenes that defy belief. Is our heroine a
    strong-willed warrior queen, or a childish, brainless twit? Is the
    hero a man of which legends are told or a petty tyrant? It doesn't
    appear the author could decide either. I suspect this was one of
    Mederios' first efforts that has been re-released--or else she's picked
    up a far better editor somewhere along the way. Couldn't make it to the
    end of this one--frankly, couldn't care less what happened to either of
    the main characters.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 13, 2012

    Eh

    I love the author and every one of her other books, this one just had too much abuse and too little happy. Not one i would recommend.

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  • Posted November 2, 2011

    GREAT!

    GREAT!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 14, 2011

    A unique romance written like a classic Tragedy

    Fabulous and unique romance story! The story had an element of classic macabre tragedy that kept me emotionally engaged with (loving and hating) two different characters at the same time. In reality, life typically plays out such that the actions of conquerors can be justified by moral decisions made for the genuine benefit of their community. Unfortunately the gains of some almost always occur by the loss of the vanquished. Defining who is good and evil is rarely possible since the validity of those definitions is subject to interpretation by either the winner or the loser. This story portrays a sequence of events experienced by each of the characters that places them tragically at opposed ends of fate. The hero and the heroine are left no other choice by the plot but to hate each other, which is why the discovery of a love story in the midst of the battle for personal justice is intriguing.

    The male and female lead roles are humanly flawed, and I found myself alternatively beaming with joy for them and wanting to wring their necks for not seeing their own fallacies. Because of the strength of their love, their anguish and passion inspires both the capacity for committing horrific, unforgivable acts of violence against each other, and touching acts of forgiveness and compassion. Aside from the internal flaws, I also like the fact that other elements of the story were not ridiculously perfect. There is a serious age gap between the characters. Secondary characters who are essentially the Tragedy's voice of reason and morality are lost. And, the hero's right to be the hero is called into question both morally by those closest to him and politically by his followers who question his hypocritical and unstable behavior. The heroine's strong and independent, yet compassionate character vies with that of hero's for respect as the true "hero". Even her more classically feminine behaviors and emotions do not disguise the fact that she makes controls her own destiny, and her own sense of honor and pride will always take precedence even if it is at the cost of her life or her happiness in life. She is a survivor.

    Like a traditional tragedy, the hero and heroine come away from all of the suffering having learned more about themselves and recognizing their own flaws. My main criticism is that the story would be much better if the strange post-note about having kids and living happily every after had been left off. The natural flow of the story feels like it should end with the reader wondering just how much longer it would be until the inherent conflict between the hero and heroine would rear it's ugly head again. It feels that their story must always be one of extremes, shifting from the highest extremes of happiness and beauty to the basest extremes of pity and blind rage and back again to happiness. While the strange little prologue is not necessarily incompatible with this interpretation, it does seem like a anecdotal and distracting side-note meant to end the story more as a mainstream romance, rather than a classic tragedy. All in all, this is one of the best modern romances that I have read. Because it steps outside of the genre of nauseatingly perfect romance stories and develops a plot with an underlying thread of moral conflict and confusion, the actual love story is even more inspiring and engaging.

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  • Posted February 3, 2011

    Good storyline to a fault....

    I found the characters overall well developed but the male lead to be honest was pretty flaky.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 7, 2006

    good read

    I found this book very intresting teresa style of writing is a fresh change, I would love to see her delve into some good sifi/fant romance I look foward to reading her other books

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 29, 2004

    A romance what????

    I've read a couple of this author's other books and this one was by far the worst. i love a good romance with twists in the plot and a good issue that needs to be worked out, but this book was like a 'How not to express your love' book.. There comes a point where Gelina should've stood up and said 'i'm tired of being used and abused and it doesn't matter that i love.' Granted both main characters were very flawed but even the king, Conn, knew that forcing yourself on someone is no way to prove your love. The end of the book leaves nothing resolved. Instead it leaves the reader with a feeling of 'what is going to go wrong next, and will it be the straw that breaks the camel's back?' I'm not sure what was going on in the author's life to lead to such an unhappy story becoming a romance novel. If the novel was taken in a purely historical sense then it was rather accurate in the treatment of women in those days. While for me this book failed to live up to the definition of a romance some of the author's other books were good.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 26, 2001

    EXCELLENT

    This is one of the best books ever. It is filled with all one needs in a romance novel. A MUST READ!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 9, 2001

    Good...but is he bullheaded or what?

    I love Teresa Medeiros...and Lady of Conquest was good I do recommend reading it...however...there did come this point where Conn for being such a wonderful King...started acting a bit stupid...I began to become frustrated with the lovers overcoming their internal conflict...it went beyond a point.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 6, 2000

    Touching

    This romantic fiction was by far the best novel I have ever owned. It was both touching and romantic. Two thumbs up!

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