Surrender (MacKinnon's Rangers Series #1)

Surrender (MacKinnon's Rangers Series #1)

by Pamela Clare

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Unlawfully charged with a crime and now fighting for the hated British, Iain MacKinnon disobeyed orders and endangered his brothers and his mission to rescue a woman. And though he sensed Annie was hiding something from him, it was too late to hold back his heart...

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ISBN-13: 9780425244944
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 12/06/2011
Series: MacKinnon's Rangers Series , #1
Edition description: Original
Pages: 368
Sales rank: 940,528
Product dimensions: 4.10(w) x 6.70(h) x 1.30(d)
Age Range: 18 Years

About the Author

Pamela Clare, a former award-winning columnist and investigative reporter, is the author of many historical romance and contemporary romantic suspense novels, including the MacKinnon's Rangers trilogy, the Blakewell/Kenleigh Family trilogy, and the I-Team series. She lives in Colorado.

Kaleo Griffith, who has been called "powerful, with the presence of a young Timothy Dalton" by the Hollywood Reporter, has won multiple AudioFile Earphones Awards. He holds an MFA in acting from Rutgers University, and his film and television credits include Oliver Stone's Talk Radio, Law & Order, and All My Children.

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By Pamela Clare

Dorchester Publishing

Copyright © 2004 Dorchester Publishing
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-8439-5488-4

Chapter One

It seemed to Annie she'd just fallen asleep, when Iain nudged her awake again. Her body achy, her mind dulled by fatigue and hunger, she sat up and saw that it was not long past dawn. Had she ever been this tired? What she wouldn't give for just one more hour of sleep! Or a hot bath. Or porridge and a cup of tea.

How could Iain look so alert and vigorous when she felt listless and painfully weary? They were alive only because of his labors. 'Twas he who'd borne her through the forest on his back, he who'd rowed the boat through two dark nights, he who'd kept watch while she'd slept. 'Twas he who should be worn with fatigue.

Humbled by her own weakness, she sat up straighter, tried to force the cobwebs from her mind. The least she could do was to press herself as hard as he pressed himself and to endure without complaint. She was no squeamish, spiritless lass, and although she might not have been born to this rugged life, she had her wits and at least some courage.

If she'd understood him, they had most of a day's journey before them over land to Fort Elizabeth. She could endure another day.

Iain handed her the leather pouch of cornmeal. "Bide here a wee."

Then he headed off toward the lake with the tin bucket in his hand.

She took a handful of cornmeal, chewed it, and washed it into her empty stomach with a mouthful of cold water from his waterskin.

It had been a long night. Wary after their encounter with the French ships the night before and determined not to fail Iain again, she'd made certain to stay awake and had watched the darkness glide past, reluctant even to breathe.

Yet, he'd seemed angry, his voice gruff the few times he'd spoken, his face hard. Perhaps he was in a temper over the things she'd said earlier about Culloden and the war. Or maybe he was still vexed with her for giving them away to the French on the ship. Or perhaps it was the poisoned rum, though that certainly had not been her fault.

You take more lookin' after than a bairn.

She'd wanted to be helpful and had offered to take up the other set of oars and row, but he'd shaken his head.

"A pair of oars in your hands would make a bloody din."

She'd felt ashamed to know he was likely right. And so the perilous, long watch of the night had passed in frosty silence, with Annie feeling useless and angry and afraid.

Oh, how he confused her! One moment he held her and comforted her to help her nightmares pass. The next he belittled her, humiliated her.

At least he hadn't kissed her again.

Why hadn't he kissed her again?

Each time she thought of it, her heart seemed to trip. The hot feel of his lips against hers. The scorching shock of his tongue in her mouth. The hard press of his body.

Oh, Annie, I knew you would taste sweet.

The memory of his words made her breath catch in her throat, and she realized she'd taken pleasure in it. She'd taken pleasure in his kiss.

Even as the truth of it came to her, she rejected it. She'd been asleep and caught up in a dream when he'd stolen that kiss from her. 'Twas a deception of her dream that she'd enjoyed it. How could she, who'd been raised a lady, find any pleasure in kissing a traitor, a rough Ranger, a Highland barbarian?

She looked up and saw the man who bedeviled her thoughts walking toward her. The shadow of beard on his chin had grown thicker and darker, and his black hair still hung, long and unbound, lending him a wild appearance. His shirt had come open at the throat, revealing a wedge of dark curls. She remembered what he'd looked like without his shirt, how it had felt to be held against that chest, and her breath caught again.

He moved almost silently, his motions sure, agile and smooth despite his size. He was, she realized, quite graceful. The very idea surprised her. Male grace was a quality she'd never thought of beyond the ballroom; either a man could dance a quadrille with skill and without stepping on her feet or he could not. But here was another kind of grace altogether-an untrained grace, an instinctive grace, an animal grace.

He set the bucket down before her, then knelt beside his pack and took out the soap and cloth she'd seen yesterday, together with the little jar of salve. "The cold water will soothe your feet. Wash them if you like and put on more salve."

Surprised by his thoughtfulness, Annie took the cloth from his hand. "Thank you."

"Be quick about it. I'm goin' scoutin'." He rose and strode silently into the forest.

She felt the water with her fingers, found it ice cold. She removed the moccasins, exposing her battered feet. Then she dipped the cloth in the water, squeezed it out and rubbed the soap against it. Although she had every intention of washing her feet, she found herself pressing the cloth to her face instead.

She almost moaned. It felt wonderful. The cold water made her skin tingle, washed away the grime, brought her back to life. Careful not to waste a drop, she washed her face, then her throat, water running in icy rivulets down her neck and beneath her gown. Next, she washed her feet and ankles.

But it wasn't enough.

She glanced about her to make certain Iain was nowhere near. Then she sat up on her knees, let the bearskin coat fall to the ground and slipped her gown and shift down her shoulders to her waist. All she needed was a few moments.

She'd never been naked in the open air like this, and a part of her could scarce believe she was doing something so reckless. She dipped the cloth into the bucket, squeezed it, then stared in astonishment at her own body. Purple bruises stained her skin, caused by her tumble down the embankment. One of her breasts was scratched, and there was an angry red welt above her right hip. Death had made its mark on her.

She shivered.

Eager to put it all behind her, she washed quickly, first her breasts and belly, then her arms and shoulders. The breeze raised bumps on her wet skin, but the cold water soothed her bruises. As dirt and mud and dried blood washed away, she began to feel like herself again.

"You'd tempt a saint, lass. But I am no' a saint."

Annie gasped and covered her breasts with her arms.

He stood not ten feet away, the butt of his rifle resting on the ground, his hand around the barrel, his gaze sliding blatantly over her.

"Y-you ought no' be watchin'!"

"You ought no' be naked."

Iain was surprised he could speak. At his first sight of her kneeling bare-breasted and wet-skinned, the breath had rushed from his lungs. His thoughts had scattered like ashes in a gust of wind. He'd found himself rooted to the spot, his cock painfully hard, his anger and frustration from the past few days merging into sharp sexual need.

Even scratched and bruised, she was bonnie. Her cheeks glowed pink with shame, her apple-green eyes wide with a maid's innocent wariness. Her breasts were round and full, their rosy tips pinched from the cold. Her skin was creamy, her shoulders soft and curved.

Iain had been raised to treat women gently, but he did not feel gentle just now. His mother's Viking blood burned in him, ancient and hot, urging him to fist his hands in her hair and bear her onto her back, to claim her in the most primitive way a man could, to plant his seed inside her again and again, whether she consented or no.

One arm still shielding her breasts, she fumbled for her shift and gown.

"Leave them off."

She stared up at him, clearly alarmed, and reached again for her gown.

"I said leave them." He closed the distance between them, knelt down beside her, only one thought on his mind: He had to touch her.

Her breathing was ragged, and she trembled. Her eyes were huge and round.

He reached out, took her wrists in his hands, and drew them one at a time to his lips, exposing her. "Dinnae hide your loveliness from me, lass."

Then he feasted on the sight of her. Her creamy breasts rose and fell with each rapid breath, their weight enough to fill his hands. Her puckered nipples looked as if a man had already sucked them to tight, wet peaks. One was marred by an angry red scratch. Behind her breastbone, her heart beat fluttered like that of a wild bird.

Desire lanced through him, sent a bolt of heat to his already aching groin, made it hard for him to breathe. He wanted to cup the weight of her breasts in his hands, to taste her, to draw her nipples into his mouth and tease them with his tongue and teeth.

He ducked down, pressed his lips to the scratch, kissed it.

She gasped, and her body jerked as if his lips had been a brand. "P-please dinnae-"

Lust roared in his ears like the raging thrum of a heartbeat. His cock strained against the leather of his breeches, claiming the right to mate. "You've naugh' to fear from me, Annie."

'Twas an outright lie. If she knew what he was thinking, she'd likely slap him soundly-or scream and run.

You're a bastard, MacKinnon. Can you no' see the lass is an innocent and sore afraid?

Fighting to defeat his need for her, he released her wrists, picked up the cloth and dipped it in the bucket. "Turn 'round. I'll wash your back."

Covering her breasts again, she seemed to hesitate, then did as he asked.

He squeezed out the cloth, lifted the heavy weight of her tangled hair over her shoulder, and pressed the wet cloth to her skin. He heard her tiny intake of breath, felt her shiver, saw the rapid beating of her pulse against the column of her throat.

And the fire inside him grew hotter.


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Surrender 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 103 reviews.
rainrunner on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Damn, this was good. Iain was just...*sigh* And at parts I even got a bit choked up. Some times I pick up a book and it just takes me on this long, wonderful ride. This was one of them. Why, why, why, aren't there Iains that just happen to move next door when I'm having a good hair day? Or just happen to walk into Panera Bread when I'm getting ready to eat my salad alone again and he just happens to ask me if I'm alone and I say I am and then he asks if he can join me and I say yes and then.....And Iain was just...*sigh*
avernon1 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The MacKinnons are a group of brothers whose family fled Scotland after the bitter loss at Culloden. They begin anew in the American colonies, dreaming of a prosperous life tilling the earth and reaping its bounties. Partly raised by the native Muheconneok Indians, they become great hunters and learn the way of the land. But the brothers are framed for a murder they did not commit and are forced to fight for the British in the French and Indian War. They despise the British regime and hold fast to their Scottish roots and Highland beliefs even as Iain, the oldest of the three, enlists a band of Rangers, which include his native adopted brothers. Annie Burns Campbell, once a noble lady, has been betrayed by her ruthlessly vile uncle. He sells Annie into indentureship and sends her far from her beloved Scotland, over the ocean to the Americas. When Iain defies orders and saves her from a band of Abenaki Indians, her life begins anew and she becomes a brave frontier woman fighting for survival. Thus begins a historical romance that will be scorched upon your memory.Our hero, Iain MacKinnon, is a powerful warrior who possesses a body filled with brute force, muscles flexing, protecting all that is his. Yet, he is also a beautiful man filled with a tenderness that makes you weep when he caresses his lover, every bit of emotion filled within his eyes and pouring forth upon her. What woman could possibly resist this combination of strength and tenderness, savagery and gentleness? I surely could not, and neither can our heroine, Anne Campbell. "She loved his strength, his courage. She loved his fairness, the protective way in which he led his men - a true son of Highland lairds. She loved his gentleness, the way his big hands, so fierce with rifle and blade, moved tenderly over her skin. She loved the deep blue of his eyes, the velvet of his voice, the exotic markings on his sun-browned skin. She loved his manly smell, the hardness of his body, the way his kisses set her aflame." I absolutely loved this book. Pamela Clare has managed to build a heart-gripping love story set upon the backdrop of the American frontier, in a time filled with the ravages of war. Who would think that a Highlander in upstate New York during the 1700's would be the basis for a tale filled with turmoil, adventure and unrelenting passion. One cannot help but see the resemblances between this book and the great movie "The Last of the Mohicans". I was also reminded of other historical tales, including Sara Donati's Into the Wilderness series and my all-time favourite, Diana Gabaldon's Outlander series, of which the later books involve the hero and heroine arriving in the colonies of America. The history in Surrender is intriguing and the battles are vividly described, making me feel the bitter loss of lives on the battle field. There were many times in the book when I felt so deeply touched and deeply aroused. The intimate scenes between Iain and Annie involved both tender lovemaking and hot, erotic sex. The surprise ending made my heart swell and my tears fall, for it was here that Iain learned just how revered he was by his men. Underlying this whole tale is that sense of hope....hope for a new life in a new land with a new family with new-found happiness. I love these words uttered by Iain to his new wife. They reveal, for me, what love and committment are all about....sadness and joy...the price we must pay for true love: Annie turned to her husband, lifted her gaze to his. "Since I met you, Iain MacKinnon, I seem always to be feelin' both sadness and great joy at once." "Aye, lass, 'tis much the same for me." He kissed the top of her head, wiped the tears from her cheeks, his blue eyes filled with tenderness. "But my Muhheconneok grannies would say you cannae open your heart to one wi'out riskin' the other, and I would rather chance the deepest sorrows of hell, Annie, than surrender the joy you and little Iain bring me each day."
reneebooks on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
That plaid on the cover was deceiving. Everytime I looked at it I though "Scottish set historical" but of course it's not. The book is set in colonial America during the French and Indian War. The hero Iain MacKinnon and his brothers have emigrated from Scotland and are now being forced to lead a band of colonials to fight along side the British against the French. Anne Campbell has been forced into indentured servitude by her evil uncle. This was a wonderful book! After loving last year's Ride the Fire, I was reluctant to start this one because I was afraid it would not live up to the quality of RTF but I'm so glad I finally picked it up. The heroine is so incredibly strong. I loved the hero as well. The historical details seemed very authentic and the story flowed smoothly with a tight plot and interesting characters. Looking forward to the other brothers' stories. (Grade: A-)
Deserie.Comfort on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
ABOUT THE BOOK:Unlawfully charged with a crime and now fighting for the hated British, Iain MacKinnon disobeyed orders and endangered his brothers and his mission to rescue a woman. And though he sensed Annie was hiding something from him, it was too late to hold back his heart...REVIEW:Okay, so while the about doesn¿t provide much, this book is a MUST read. Matter of fact, it¿s a read it over and over and over again! Ms. Clare has done it again! She manages to ensnare me in her world and just when I think I may just ¿enjoy¿ a piece she has written, I walk away after reading, only to find that I absolutely ADORED the crap outta it. *grin*The characters are so very real, so very smooth, so very intriguing, and SO very lovable. Iain is the hero everyone wants to meet and Annie is the heroine that everyone wants to be. The rangers are adorable and Ms. Clare maintains such a level of honor and integrity that makes the entire experience so real. So true. I truly enjoyed this piece, loved all the different ways she added more drama to it and absolutely adored the MacKinnon brothers. Ms. Clare, if you shall ever find yourself in need of sending one of your heroes¿s a home ¿ send them my way!Five out of five stars for a job well done!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Worth the read but dont pay 8.99. Get it from the library. Shame on you Pamela Clare and Barnes and Noble for totally over charging!!!
Alyssa_Riverina_Romantics More than 1 year ago
Surrender Review Soon to be posted at: Riverina Romantics My Rating: 4 out of 5 ¿ Heat Rating: 4 out of 5 ¿ I’m a huge fan of Pamela’s work, her I-Team series is amongst my favorites. So I decided to give her MacKinnon’s Rangers series a go. I had this lovely number on audiobook, cause I’m also a big fan of Kaelo Griffith. He is one of the best narrators ever, cause the way he said some of the lines in this book made me die. Repeatedly. As I melted into a pile of goo on the floor. Beautiful! I absolutely loved Iain! He was everything I would want in a highlander. He truly was a genuine man deep down, although at times he allowed his emotions to rage a little—which always resulted in something amazing between him and Annie. He always tried to do what was right by those around him, putting others before himself. He was loyal to those he deemed worthy of it, and gave’em hell if they didn’t. He had a huge heart, and had so much passion buried deep inside that when it came out, it was scorching and all-consuming. He knew how to treasure a woman, how to respect her and treat her like she was a queen. He had a knack for knowing who could be trusted. The things he did for Annie had me riveted and swooning with every page. He had the best of intentions when he rescued her, thinking nothing more of it beyond that. But somehow she had managed to get under his skin and burrow into his heart when he could not in any way let her go. In a matter of days, she had become his and he refused to lose her. He protected her in every way possible. His love for her ran so deep, that despite all the challenges that had been in their path, their bond did nothing but grow into a connection that was destined. Annie was a genuine-hearted woman. She had a rough life, the way she’d grown up tearing at any future she could have possibly had. So when she is rescued by Iain, she sees it as a way to start over and have a life free of the torments that had been forced upon her. She relied heavily on Iain, torn between wanting to run for her life or staying with the man whom made her feel protected. She was constantly at war with herself during her time with him, wondering if things between them would change if he ever knew the truth. But their whirlwind passion swept her up in the love of a man whom she found was everything to her. She did everything she could for him, she worried about him, she did as he asked, and she loved him so deeply she couldn’t imagine life without him. She didn’t want to leave him, hoping that she could have her new life with him wherever he was. She was a huge part of his life, and the life of his rangers, always finding ways she could be useful to them. She learned a lot about him and his mean, and learned to trust him with her life. She embraced everything he made her feel, and in the end, her trust and compassion found her a love so true and deep, that is seemed like it was meant to be. I loved Iain and Annie’s relationship. The way things flowed and how they happened really made everything so much more meaningful and passionate. It showed a depth that not many people have, and a kind of understanding that is often lost in today’s world. It showed that when you find the right person, nothing in the world will keep you a part. Another wonderful story! Looking forward to the next ranger.
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Loved this book. Couldn't put it down!
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KahlanMercy More than 1 year ago
Book One of MacKinnon's Rangers This is Iain and Annie's story. Iain is the eldest MacKinnon brother. He is forced into service in the British army by William Wentworth - one of his family's greatest enemies. When he comes across Annie in the forest, he saves her from certain death against his orders. Thus begins a romance to write home about. Audio notes - Kaleo Griffith is a god. His use of accents is wonderful and while he differentiates between men and women, he does not try to sound like a woman. If you're looking for a well-written, fantastically narrated story about love amongst war, this is the book for you.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wonderful! Highly recommend if you like historical romance.  
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Seamless More than 1 year ago
It was a pretty good book. Although, as a big fan of highlander type romance novels, I'm comparing it to other great series by Monica McCarty or Diana Gabledon. Therefore, I'll say I finished it in about a day and a half and was pretty entertained but I'm giving it 3 stars because I didn't feel that some of the passionate scenes sizzled like in other series I have read and at times I even found myself chuckling at the Author's insistence that the pair repeatedly exclaim each other's names throughout the love scenes. Some of those scenes were just too cheesy for my taste and took away from the believability. I also felt that she could have made some of the adventures we experienced with the characters more exciting but all in all it was decent.  
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Good enough to seduce me into reading the next one.
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Couldn't get enough of this series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Awesome trilogy, hated to see them end. Unique plots, great character connections. Steamy to.
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