Tangled Hearts by Heather McCollum
Growing up on a pirate ship, every day was full of adventure for Pandora Wyatt. It was also the perfect place for her to use her magic without persecution. But after her surrogate father is imprisoned in the Tower of London, Pandora leaves the safety of the vessel to rescue him before he's executed. She expects her mission to be difficult, but what she doesn't expect is to have her life saved by the sexiest man she's ever met.
Highland warrior Ewan Brody always wanted a sweet, uncomplicated woman by his side, but he can't fight his attraction to the beautiful enchantress who's stumbled into his life. He quickly learns, though, that Pandora is not only a witch, but also a pirate and possibly a traitor's daughterand though she's tricked him into playing her husband at King Henry's court, he's falling hard.
Soon, they begin to discover dark secrets leading to the real traitor of the Tudor court, the one Ewan was hired to capture. Now, Ewan and Pandora must uncover the truth before they lose more than just their hearts.
About the Author
Heather McCollum is an award winning, historical paranormal romance writer. She earned her B.A. in Biology from the University of Maine, much to her English professor's dismay. She's a member of Romance Writers of America and a 2009 Golden Heart Finalist. She resides with her very own Highland hero, three spirited children and rescued golden retriever in the wilds of suburbia on the mid-Atlantic coast. When Ms. McCollum is not creating vibrant characters and magical adventures, she's roaring her own battle cry in the war against Ovarian Cancer.
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A Highland and Hearts Novel
By Heather McCollum, Libby Murphy, Irena Rea
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North of London - March 1536
Ewan Brody swayed in the wagon seat, the reins loose in his hands. He glanced at his companion. "That is why you should never even twitch when a lass's girth is mentioned," he said with a serious nod.
Searc Munro's sober features broke into a grin. He leaned against the seat back, his eyebrows raised.
"Do you think I jest?" Ewan asked as they rolled south on the old North Road into England. He rubbed his jaw as if remembering the pain of the lass's meaty fist, and Searc laughed.
"I think I'll just stay away from the lasses," Searc said and shook head, scattering his brown hair about his ears.
"Good strategy." Ewan nodded. "Don't pant after them and they'll flock to you, especially when you finish filling out your shirts." Searc was only sixteen years old, but it was obvious from his handsome features that the lasses would be after him once his Munro build kicked in. Then he'd attract the lasses like ... well, like Ewan did.
The two of them swayed side by side on the wagon seat behind their horses. Ewan's black horse, Gaoth, tossed his head, unhappy to be shackled to a cart. If he was made to be miserable, he made it obvious that Ewan should also be miserable. No laughing allowed.
"I feel your pain, Gaoth." Ewan scanned the budding spring woodland on either side. "None of us wants to be here." He glanced at Searc. "We'll drop our load and quit England as soon as possible. And we'll leave the cart with good King Henry. I prefer riding free."
Searc nodded, having grown grim, and rested his hand on his sword hilt. Aye, he was growing up to be a fine warrior. "England makes me jumpy," he murmured, his gaze scanning along his side of the road.
As second in command of Druim Castle and cousin to the chief, Caden Macbain, Ewan had volunteered to haul their cargo down to London. They'd switched from Highland kilts to English traveling garb at the border to blend in. If anyone was near they switched from Gaelic to English, although their brogue announced their heritage as if they were blowing the bagpipes. Not that he'd mind slicing through a few English idiots, but he had a mission to complete posthaste. Nothing besides protecting his clan would cause him to dirty his boots with English soil again.
The wind shifted and Searc coughed as the stench of thawing flesh washed over them. Aye, their cargo was one decomposing, evil bastard with a royal summons. Even dead, Rowland Boswell would be tried for treason in London. It didn't matter that he was a rotting corpse. King Henry VIII would exact his rage on the traitor who'd conspired to take over his kingdom.
"Bloody heat," Ewan swore and rolled his sleeves higher. Even though it was spring, it was still freezing up in Scotland at Druim where they'd kept the body preserved all winter. As they rode south, the ice keeping Boswell fresh was quickly releasing its hold. He had died trying to kill Caden's bride, Meg, a lovely English lass with the magical ability to heal. Everyone, including Meg and Boswell, had thought Boswell was her father, though he thankfully wasn't. She was too sweet and honorable to have his vile blood running in her veins. Meg was Searc's cousin and shared a direct bloodline with Searc's mother, who had the same magical ability. As with most families, the lines were convoluted.
"Aren't we nearing Boswell's estate?" Searc asked and nodded up ahead where a church spire broke through the unfurling trees. Thunder rumbled through the countryside, warning of rain. They planned to stay overnight at Rosewood Manor, wash, and journey on to London's Hampton Court where Henry was in residence. Hopefully the crown hadn't confiscated Boswell's manor yet or he and Searc would be sleeping another night under the corpse-laden wagon. There was something bloody disturbing about sleeping with a dead man putrefying above you.
"Aye, Rosewood should be the next town." Ewan pulled the missive Meg had written, giving them permission to stay in her ancestral home in Swindon. She'd only lived there for five years before Boswell had her mother killed for witchcraft. Since no one in England knew that Meg wasn't actually Boswell's daughter, her permission should be enough for an overnight stay, although the townspeople may not even notice their stop. They could have stayed in York where Meg's Uncle Harold had a farm, but he and Meg's aunt were still in Scotland and Swindon was much closer to London.
Ewan rubbed his rough jaw as he surveyed the thinning trees and a few thatched cottages up ahead. They rolled along, the wooden wheels creaking under them. Smoke dissipated on a breeze as it snaked up from the first house. He caught sight of a local woman staring at them from her stoop.
"And Searc," he said low. "Rumor has it King Henry is ready to get rid of his former queen, but Anne Boleyn has been signing death warrants against priests. Catholics are being burned just like witches. Bloody dangerous country. I don't care if your father thinks you need exposure to the world — I should have left you in Scotland."
It still amazed him that Meg had made it out of England alive. Even though she was born in this land, she had the courage of a Scottish lass, as did her mother before she was killed by Boswell's accusations. Boswell had been part of a plot to assassinate King Henry VIII and his young daughter, Mary. Meg's mother had prevented it and secreted the proof of his treasonous plans up into Scotland for Meg to find. Searc grunted, interrupting Ewan's grim thoughts. "I'm here to keep you breathing."
"Meg told me not to let you break the hearts of English lasses while down here. That you would find yourself wed or hung. Either is a death sentence."
Ewan chuckled. "Nay, I know better than to woo any complicated English wenches. And I am not the wedding type anyway." He gave a cocky grin, one he'd been practicing since he was a lad. "Nay, just simple maids who like a bit of fun for a night or so. That's for me. Especially if they can bake me sweet cakes like my ma's."
His mouth watered at the memory of the small loaves with wild raspberry syrup on top, still warm from sitting on the sunny windowsill.
Searc laughed. "'Tis a good thing you train so hard then."
Ewan's grin faded as he looked out over Gaoth's head at the winding road. No people were about, the road eerily quiet. Wildflowers sat in small clumps along the sides, growing in the ruts. He used to pick wildflowers for his mother. "I haven't had her cakes for a very long while."
Searc's laughter ended abruptly. "Sorry, Ewan. My father told me ... about your mother, what happened ... well, with your father."
Ewan found his grin easily as he ignored the tightening in his chest every time someone brought up his father. His smile, so obviously opposite his father's stern grimace, proved that he wasn't the devil who sired him.
"No sorry needed," he said. "She died a long time ago ... but I still miss those treats."
"Perhaps when you find a lass who can make them, you'll know she's the one," Searc suggested, and turned to watch a couple of sparrows swoop through the trees. The lad certainly loved animals.
"There is no one for me. No one I need to get tangled up with." He looked askance to Searc. "Your cousin, Meg, is a lovely woman, but Caden has his work cut out for him dealing with her ... abilities. People come from miles around now to seek her healing. One fool even thought to steal her away for her magic. Och, Caden's always having to protect her from one mishap or another." Ewan frowned as the knot in his stomach rose to his chest at the thought of having to guard a lass. "Nay, I like uncomplicated lasses who don't need caring for."
Searc shrugged. "The lasses like a strong man to protect them."
"If a lass is in danger, of course I'll jump in." Ewan huffed. "But I'm not tying myself to one that needs looking after all the time. I have more important work to do for Druim, like taking this load down to London. I don't need troublesome women." He grinned then. "And they like me anyway, even without being responsible for hauling them out of trouble all the time."
Searc laughed and looked heavenward. The two rumbled down the pebbled dirt road into the modest town. Quiet. Everything was quiet. They rattled past the smithy where smoke sifted up out of the central chimney, but no smithy seemed present. The church door stood open, but a quick glance showed it vacant. Searc shrugged and Ewan frowned, a shiver going across his shoulders.
A long stone wall ran the length of the road after the church. Two tall iron gates in the wall held climbing roses and stood ajar.
"Look." Searc pointed to a sign hung on two square nail heads hammered into the rock. Rosewood Manor. But what narrowed Ewan's eyes was the parchment pinned to the sign that curled and blew in the growing wind. The script was difficult to read from the distance, and it kept twisting as if trying to break free.
CHARGED WITH CONSORTING WITH THE DEVIL
Ewan frowned. Bloody hell! Had someone formally charged Meg with witchery? Someone other than Boswell? Boswell had wanted her dead because she had the proof that he had conspired against King Henry. With the man's death, the threat to Meg should be dead as well.
"The gate, Searc, and the notice."
Searc dismounted and pushed open the gates to allow the cart to pass. He yanked the parchment down and handed it up to Ewan. Ewan scanned the page and released his breath when he fell on a name. Not Meg Boswell or Meg Macbain. Unfortunately, it didn't say Rowland Boswell, either. He could have saved the witch hunters the trouble of killing him.
Pandora Wyatt? Never heard of her, but an atrocity nonetheless. She could be another sweet, innocent woman like Meg. He examined the paper, his peripheral glance taking in the scattered puddles in the bailey. The slanted script still sat fresh along the lines of the verdict. It must have been nailed there this morning.
He tapped the horses and they rumbled into the walled bailey decorated with gardens and a central fountain filled with wet, dead leaves. Ivy climbed the rough stone blocks creating the large, stately manor house. Who was Pandora Wyatt? And why post the notice on Boswell's gate? Was she staying here?
Searc jogged down the steps from the door. "No one answers."
"Maybe the servants vacated when Boswell stopped sending wages," Ewan suggested and hopped out of the cart. He handed the proclamation to Searc. "Ever heard of her?" He unhitched the horses and rubbed Gaoth's chin and muzzle.
Ewan scanned the deserted road beyond the gate. "Strange how quiet the town is. Not even the smithy was working."
"As if everyone was at an event," Searc added with a dark frown.
Ewan caught the slight tang of wood smoke on the breeze. He threw a saddle onto Gaoth's back. "Aye, like a witch burning."
* * *
Stupid, ungrateful villagers! Dory Wyatt squeezed her eyes shut and swore beneath her breath as she felt blood drip between her bound fingers.
Bartholomew Wyatt's voice seemed to yell in her head. Don't be showy. Amazing. Her father could rebuke her for letting someone see her magic even when he was miles away shackled in London's infamous tower. Blast, she missed him.
She'd merely been helping a young bride make her wedding day perfect. The girl had cried when the rain started pelting the guests, and Dory hated tears on anybody. The bride had invited Dory to the wedding in passing, and Dory went in hopes of discovering more about her missing father from the villagers. She hadn't been careful enough, and the bride had seen her blow the storm clouds away. Doing things for people. Wasn't that the way to make allies? And right now, she was desperate for an ally.
She blinked and spotted the bride toward the back of the grim- faced crowd. The silly nit was blubbering again. Dory's eyes stung from the smoke curling up from the dry grass the local boys had jammed under the wood as the preacher instructed them to blow on the kindling. Her heart pounded.
Hell, think! Time to get out of here!
She glanced down at the sticks and logs pyramided around her. How was she going to save her father when she was constantly having to save herself? She exhaled with gusto and the wind whisked over the flames, making them leap up from the grass to catch the thin sticks. Her stomach tightened and she forced herself to breathe normally. Dark clouds gathered over the tree-framed opening.
Out! Out! She must put the fires out.
She sucked in a large breath, despite the smoke tickling her throat. The spring air was full of moisture, heavy with dew. The clouds above deepened and cast shadows around the crowded square. Several people glanced around nervously at the sudden eclipse.
She concentrated on the tiny particles of moisture in the air above her, tapping and persuading them together into a cloud.
"Do not suffer a witch to live!" the preacher yelled. Hatred and fear bubbled up on nods and "ayes" from the watchers along with a few "burn the witch" fist jabs. Some spat, some prayed, some waved the sign of the cross about.
She tried to block the jeers but they beat at her composure. They had no idea who she was, what she could do. She didn't know herself. All these years she'd been trying to figure out who she was, why she'd been branded with an oddly shaped birthmark, why she could make particles of air move, and why she could light a room or heal people with a little ball of light. Maybe she was a witch. Nausea rolled through her middle and she gagged on a cough.
Keep your wits, you twit.
She pulled in another swallow of air as the flames caught on the splintered logs. The wood smoke clogged and gagged her as it spiraled into her lungs. She felt the birthmark on her wrist tingle as the magic loosed through her body The strange mark helped her focus the flood of power.
Heavy, wet drops formed spheres above. Splat. Tap. Tap. The flames hissed. Faster the drops came, until the staccato hitting the newly unfurled leaves blended into a roar of water.
She opened her mouth to catch the deluge and spit out the taste of burnt oak. The villagers covered their heads as the rain pelted them with drenching force. The flame sizzled with angry hisses as its natural enemy attacked. Rain versus fire. The battle of the elements commenced around her, sending up plumes of steam, creating a curtain of sooty mist.
Villagers shouted over the roar of the downpour, abandoning her just like she'd hoped. They ran toward the meeting house where they'd passed judgment against her. In the chaos, Dory's heart pounded and she fought against the ropes biting into her wrists. She had to escape before they returned.
The thud of hooves came from behind as Dory struggled to work the bindings at her wrists. Her breath drew in shallow puffs as her heart nearly flew out of her chest, making it difficult to concentrate on the rope fibers cutting her skin. How long would the rain deter the gnarly old preacher from rallying the cross-wielding, murderous troops?
Dory barely had time to gasp as a large body flew toward her through the air, catching the hewn tree trunk she was tied to above her head. Steel, cold and wet, pressed against her wrists and then ... freedom! The man ducked and sliced the bindings at her feet. Before she could even wiggle an ankle to return the circulation, the man engulfed her, smashing her nose into his chest. He smelled of fresh air.
"Hold on," he called, hugged her to him, and leapt across the space.
"Bloody hell!" Dory screamed. Her thighs hit the giant horse's side, and she doubled over the saddle, her stomach against the hard leather. For a moment she couldn't draw a breath, and the man didn't give her a chance to try.
"Siuthad!" he yelled and the horse leapt away from the pyre. She blew her recovered breath out in a long scream. The horse's hooves churned under her face where she hung as they raced through the mud. She clenched her eyes shut. The man cursed when she began to slip from the balanced position across the horse's back and clamped his hand on her buttocks to keep her from falling off.
"By the devil, get me down from here!" she shouted, but every time she tried to raise her head, she'd start to slide off and the man's hand found her buttocks again. Dory drew in ragged, fitful breaths as she slammed over and over against the horse charging through the continued rain. She'd have to mend bruised ribs if they galloped much longer. Mud splattered up from the road, speckling her face and hair that hung halfway to the ground.
I'm going to fall! Damn, I'll be trampled!
"Stop! Let me down!" she managed to yell between jounces, but the legs kept churning up mud. Dory spit some of the dirt from her mouth. A pebble flew up and hit her forehead. "Ugh!"
After a few minutes the rider slowed and guided them off the road into the forest. The horse's sides heaved in and out as it stood still, hooves rooted to the ground. "Let me up," Dory demanded between her teeth and arched her back to lift her head. Once again the man's hand pushed against her rump. "And get your hand off my arse."
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I was absolutely captivated by this book! A rich story with absolutely adorable characters: the heroine of the story is a badass, don't-mess-with-me kind of girl with a kind heart whom I love! The story draws you in from page one and takes on a literary ride chock full of danger, intrigue, humor, and romance. I highly recommend this book!
Historical? Paranormal? Even Pirates? Yes to all. This is an engaging magical read from a great new author I have found, Heather McCollum. I will now anxiously await each new release from this author. Her first book, Captured Heart, and her second, Highland Heart, was absolutely fantastic. Tangled Hearts did not in any way disappoint. This great read includes passion, love, magic, romance, adventure, humor, and highlanders. The very strong heroine has a dire mission to save her family, and not afraid to do whatever necessary to do this, even when circumstances make it seem impossible. Although the heroine douses the flames, the hero actually rescues her from being burned at the stake on his way to deliver a traitor, who happens to be a relative of hers, to the crown. She enlists his help to set everything straight. Imagine that! The author pulls the reader into the story and places them in the middle of the depth of the book. Sometimes I felt like I could actually see what was happening to the characters and wanted to yell “watch out”. The action is fast paced and the energy sparks between the hero and heroine are great. This isn’t a book the reader wants to skip forward because you want to read every page. I read the first book of the series, Captured Heart, first, but it is not really necessary. It is however, certain, that if you don’t you will want to after reading Tangled Hearts. “Growing up on a pirate ship, every day was full of adventure for Pandora Wyatt. It was also the perfect place for her to use her magic without persecution. But after her surrogate father is imprisoned in the Tower of London, Pandora leaves the safety of the vessel to rescue him before he's executed. She expects her mission to be difficult, but what she doesn't expect is to have her life saved by the sexiest man she's ever met. Highland warrior Ewan Brody always wanted a sweet, uncomplicated woman by his side, but he can't fight his attraction to the beautiful enchantress who's stumbled into his life. He quickly learns, though, that Pandora is not only a witch, but also a pirate and possibly a traitor's daughter--and though she's tricked him into playing her husband at King Henry's court, he's falling hard. Soon, they begin to discover dark secrets leading to the real traitor of the Tudor court, the one Ewan was hired to capture. Now, Ewan and Pandora must uncover the truth before they lose more than just their hearts”
Another exciting and fantastic story from this author ! Dory and Ewan's book was filled with page turning intrigue and magic. This was definately a book you could not put down.
Just finished Tangled Hearts and was sad when it was over. I wanted to see what happened next with the characters. I've read all 10 of these books and loved every one. I'm ready for the next one!!
I thought the first book was great but this was a hidden treat. Good Lord ,Scottish Highlanders ,English court of HenryVIII,treason, treachery,intrigue,magic,healing,and pirates!!! My head is spinning and kept me reading practically non-stop . It was wonderful. On to book 3
Kept me captivated enough to miss sleep. Stayed up for a couple nights just to see what happened next.
Just finished this 276 page novel. Loved it.. thought I would be starting CRIMSOM HEART.....NOT !!!!!! Preordered it a few months ago. Due out June 9th.....NOT, Again....Anyone know what up? Thanks......DLO
Mystery, spark, adventure, fire and love. What more can one ask for in a romance novel? Oh yes, a big, strapping highlander that loves bigger than a bored housewife could ever imagine. I was enraptured by the story, waiting to find out if the mystery would be solved and assuming…hoping the big, strapping highlander would fall for the charming, emotional, spunky lady pirate. The visual pictures Heather McCollum paints in her stories make me long to be that lady! I was engaged and thoroughly entertained. Keep them coming Ms. McCollum!
One of a kind I received an advance reader edition of this book from Entangled Publishing, LLC and Net Galley for the purpose of providing an honest review. This book is a hard one for me to review. I did not love this book but I also did not hate it. At times I found this book easy to put down while at other times I flew through the pages. I would have to say that this book was a 3 star read for me. Ewan is a Scottish Highlander who just happens to be around to rescue Pandora from being burned at the stake as a witch. Ewan is surprised to learn that Pandora, or Dory, is actually a which and controlling the weather is one of her talents. Dory tricks Ewan into not only accompanying her to King Henry's court but also helping her rescue her pirate family that is currently locked in the tower. Dory is not only a which but also a pirate and is the daughter of traitors to King Henry. While working together to free her pirate family, the pair pose as a married couple and start falling for each other. There was a lot going on in this book. I would really say that it was probably a bit too much. The villian at the end of the story seemed a bit of a stretch as well. I did really like the romance between Ewan and Dory and felt that that was the strong point of the book. The other major strength in this novel were the twist concerning Dory's pirate family. I would recommend this book to anyone who is looking for something a bit different. This book is definitely different. I can not remember ever reading a book about Pirate, King Henry, Witches, Scottish Highlanders, and even a few scenes in King Henry's tower.
TANGLED HEARTS by Heather McCollum is an exciting Historical Paranormal Romance set in 1517 England & Scotland. The Tudor era. #2 in “A Highland Heart novel”, but can be read as a stand alone. Has just the right amount of suspense, passion and romance. Filled with treason, betrayal, a traitor or two, Scottish Highlanders, High Sea adventure, passion, a witch, a bit of magic, deceit, a bit of trouble, lots of danger and love. What a cast of characters, King Henry VIII, Jane Seymour and Ann Bolyn just to name a few. The Tudor era at it’s worst or best. Meet, Ewan Brody, a Highland warrior and Pandora Wyatt,a witch among other things. Follow them on an adventure of passion andlove. It’s not just about the magic but its about the story of two people, the magic of love, the Tudor dynasty and what a story. I would highly recommend “Tangled Hearts” especially if you enjoy high adventure, highlanders, magic, the Tudor era, and the magic of love. A must read! Received for an honest review from the publisher. RATING: 4.5 HEAT RATING: HOT REVIEWED BY: AprilR, Courtesy of My Book Addiction and More
Heather Has A New Fan. I received a copy of this book from the Entangled Publishing and the author in exchange for an honest review. I was not compensated in any way. I think you will find that this is going to be a light-hearted tale. Heather writes a scene where Dory comes upon a woman who reminds me of a certain actress – but make sure to read to the very end. Our author puts in a “Historical Note” that explains more about this lady (but I still thought of the actress which gave me a great character reference while reading). There may be times where you may not want to be reading on a full stomach or even eating. Our author’s descriptions are that realistic. You can just about picture everything that’s going on – as well as the smells. Heather has given our couple a grand adventure but it’s not all serious – it kept me laughing that’s for sure. I think that if you’ve never read any of her work before, this is the perfect introduction. Heather gives her readers the perfect ending. And she continues the action almost to the very end. She is one of those authors that makes me enjoy a historical romance. She turns something that wasn’t very interesting when I was in school into a history lesson that I thoroughly enjoyed. This is a book that can be read as a stand-alone but I found that I wanted to know more about a couple of her characters. In order to do this, I will need to go back and read book one.
Heather McCollum is a new-to-me author who is recently published and has two series to her name. Tangled hearts is the third volume in her Highlands Hearts series. The three others are titled Captures heart, Highlander heart, and the next to come out will be Crimson heart. I loved the beginning of the novel. Lots of humor in a very dark context and difficult subjects (children abuse and slavery, the hunt of witches and false accusations). The background is also well used: Henri VIII is about to get rid of his wife Anne Boleyn to marry Jane Seymour. We can’t be mistaken on the era all the more so there are interventions of historical characters, like the King, his wife-to-be, or Thomas Cromwell. The main characters are very good, and likeable. I like their interactions, the fact they talk to each other and neither of them is blind to the flaws or qualities of the other. I really liked the fact that the hero, Ewan Brody, always supports her in her projects even though he is frequently overwhelmed by the acting talents and the powers of the heroine, Pandora Wyatt, who is a witch. I also completely loved Ewan’s possessiveness, a real alpha male like I love because doubled up with a big desire to protect her and what’s more, in love even if he doesn’t realize at first. However I found the end too long, especially some difficult to understand decisions from both the heroes. They are too gullible at some moments and I thought it a shame. As for the sex scenes, they are very well described, not very numerous but enough IMO. Because their story is made of seduction scenes and sensuality, which I find more interesting as for me. The action is very well paced. There’s always something going on and even if I knew pertinently the heroes would be happy together forever (after all, it’s peculiar to a romance), I was often afraid for them, together or separately. I also loved the interventions of the other characters, heroes from the diverse volumes of the series, be it the two previous or the next. This kind of intervention, meant to entice the reader who’s discovering the author’s universe, works perfectly when she succeeds in getting us to understand the different characters are real friends, ready to help them if need be. And the author succeeded in her gamble: I want to read the previous books in her series. What’s more, it’s good to know Tangled hearts can be read as a standalone. To conclude, I found the novel quite irregular but I noted lots of positive points during my reading, especially a very, very good end, which goes beyond the heroes’ happiness by focusing on other less important characters of whom I like to know they’ll have a better life. For all these reasons, it’s a story which deserves a good rating for lack of the best one.
A thrilling, action-filled romance, Tangled Hearts was a wonderful read. This book was great and I really enjoyed reading it. Dory was a good heroine. She was very strong and extremely loyal to her loved ones. She was definitely not someone to mess with. My only problem with her was that she tended to be a bit shrewish and manipulative. But, overall, I liked her. Ewan was wonderful. He was so sweet and utterly determined to protect his loved ones, even if it meant he was on the chopping block. I really liked him. He was perfect. The romance was lovely. Dory and Ewan were wonderful together. I thought it was so sweet how, despite all the chaos going on and despite their previous expectations about what they wanted, they still managed to fall for each other. And, there was some hot chemistry between them. I thought they were a lovely couple. My favorite part of this book was the truth about Dory's "pirate" family. I thought that was well done and I really liked that unexpected twist. The plot was okay. For some reason, I couldn't get totally hooked. Even with all the action and thrills that I was interested in, I still wasn't completely drawn in. And, there were some parts that I skimmed because they started to drag. But, I was still kept interested. I enjoyed the story and I thought the ending was lovely, particularly with what happened in the epilogue. Tangled Hearts was a lovely historical romance. It wasn't perfect, but I still enjoyed reading it and I ended up liking it. Romance lovers, this is a book worth checking out. *I received a free copy from the publisher in exchange for an honest review
Though this is the second in the series it can be read stand-alone. This story has everything. Hot Scots, pirates (both good and bad), magic, action, adventure and love. What is not to like? You don’t have to be a fan of historical romance to get a kick out of this book but fans of the genre will enjoy it too. This is an all around fun read. I received a copy from NetGalley in exchange for a fair and honest review.
*I received an ARC of this book free from NetGalley on behalf of Entangled Publishing, LLC in exchange for an honest review* Whether known as Pandora Wyatt, Rebecca Wellington, Dory Brody, a witch, a pirate, or a lady, Dory is an exceptional woman with lots of spunk. Due to her uncontrollable desire to help others with her gift she continually finds herself in trouble. Save a child’s life, get marked as conspiring with the devil, and burned at the stake for being a witch. Things weren’t exactly fair for her, but she was a fighter and refused to let anything or anyone keep her from what she wanted to do. When Ewan Brody’s life crosses paths with Dory’s his simple mission becomes one tangled with half-truths, betrayals, conspiring dignitaries, and something he had absolutely no desire to ever find…a beautifully insane woman who captured his heart. As a warrior he was prepared to handle anything thrown at him, but as a man he knew he was in trouble the minute he set eyes on Dory. She would lead him into the lion’s den and he would have no choice but to follow his pirate witch wife in order to protect her from whatever trouble she’d surely get into. The story takes place in London, during the reign of King Henry VIII. Add in a witch with high society family lineage who wants to free her pirate family, a Scot who wants to be far away from England as soon as possible, and a secret conspiracy to overthrow the king by keeping him from having an heir. Let me just say I became very familiar with the Tower and Dory’s tornados. I thoroughly enjoyed this story and look forward to reading other books by Heather McCollum. My Favorite Moments: I loved it when Dory first met Caden and he basically gave her the translation of what Ewan had said to her in Gaelic. I also loved the conflict inside Ewan as he attempted to process his feelings for the lovely Dory. “So soft. She was the spawn of Boswell. Yielding. She was raised by pirates! Delicious. She wanted to break into the Tower! Tantalizing. She was a bloody witch!” My Favorite Quotes: I think every quote on my list either made me smile or laugh. “I stabbed him,” she said succinctly. “Right in the problem.” “She wouldn’t be thanking him if she knew how close he was to making sure her Will never got the wrong idea about her attentions again. Didn’t she say she couldn’t heal a limb that had been cut clean off?” “We don’t fit.” “Captain O’Neil, I don’t believe you’ve met my husband.” “Healed, but not new.”
This was an extremely enjoyable book! The characters are an excellent match and the story line had me laughing out loud in several spots. This is the second book in this series, but it reads perfectly as a stand alone! I haven't read the first book, and I never felt like I was missing out on something. I will be looking into getting the first one now, though! I received an ARC from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
This a wonderful book that "entangles" you in its romance, heartbreak, humor, suspense and action. It brings to life King Henry's Court and its intrigues. The more I read the more I couldn't put the book down.
Just the appropriate mix of romance, mystery and sexual tension with a hunky Scottsman with a witch/pirate. Fun read, would like to see part 2.