by Pamela Clare
Series: MacKinnon's Rangers #2
Published by Penguin, Berkley on January 3, 2012
Genres: Historical, Romance
Point of View:Alternating Third Person
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This week’s book boyfriend comes from a book that caught me by complete surprise. Before starting it, I had no interest in reading the book at all. In fact, I dragged my feet in reading this book for my summer reading challenge and boy was I dumb for that. It’s been a couple of weeks since I finished and I’m still thinking about this book. I’m still thinking about how well done the romance was and specifically, I’m thinking about how great Morgan MacKinnon was. Morgan is the middle MacKinnon brother, he took over the leadership position over the MacKinnon Rangers when his older brother Iain took a wife and retired from military life and a better leader you’ll be hard pressed to find. Morgan demanded respect and loyalty from his men and he got that by having their backs just as much as they had his. This book starts off with Morgan refusing to leave one of his men out on the battlefield. He goes back for him, saves his life and is injured then taken captive by the enemy. He’d give his life to save everyone that he can. That was the kind of man he was. Once he’s taken captive, his plan is to die before they can interrogate him and get him to turn traitor to the side that he fights for. When that doesn’t happen, his plans turn to spy games until he figures out a way to escape. It wasn’t easy for him, playing friend to his enemies even though if things were different, he’d much rather fight with the honor that his captor had then the guy that tricked him into serving his army. He already had his loyalties and he was never going to turn against his brothers. His Rangers. Then he meets Amalie Chauvenet and seeing him fall in love with her made me love him all the more. He said (and meant) the sweetest things to her.
In the breathtaking tradition of The Last of the Mohicans...
They were a band of brothers, their loyalty to one another forged by hardship and battle, the bond between these Highland warriors, rugged colonials, and fierce Native Americans stronger even than blood ties.
Though forced to fight for the hated British, Morgan MacKinnon would no more betray the men he leads than slit his own throat—not even when he was captured by the French and threatened with an agonizing death by fire at the hands of their Abenaki allies. Only the look of innocent longing in the eyes of a convent-bred French lass could make him question his vow to escape and return to the Rangers. And soon the sweet passion he awoke in Amalie had him cursing the war that forced him to choose between upholding his honor and pledging himself to the woman he loves.
“I would think myself in hell but for the sight of you, lass.”
“… No matter what happens to me, watch over her.” “You needn’t ask. You ken I will–wi’ my life.” “My love lies upon her.” Iain grinned. “And her’s upon you. I can see it. Now go to her.”
Some of the amusement faded from Rillieux’s face, his eyes betraying the hatred he’d been trying to mask. “We French are renowned the world over as lovers, while you Scots”–he spat the word—“are known for your dourness.” There was no laughter now, only silence. “Is that so?” Morgan tossed back the rest of his brandy, set the crystal snifter aside. “Then remember this—in a fort full of Frenchmen, the lass chose a Scot.”