Tuesday, May 12, 2009

The Conqueror by Kris Kennedy


Love is nothing without trust. But, it is hard to trust anyone when your country is at war and your enemies desire your land.

Guinevere de l'Ami, nicknamed Gwyn, has recently buried her father, the illustrious earl of Everoot. As the only living heir and the sole owner of a sizable estate, Gwyn is a magnet for gold diggers.. Namely, Marcus fitzMiles, Lord d'Enshire, an ally of her late fathers. Marcus will stop at nothing to achieve his goal of securing de l'Ami lands, even if it means forcing Gwyn's hand in marriage. Gwyn swears that she'd rather die before she married him, so she gathers her things and runs.

Griffyn Sauvage, nicknamed Pagan, is on a mission for the rightful King of England, Henri fitzEmpress, Duke of Normandy. His mission is clear; to meet with many war lords and convince them that Henri is stronger than them and would win the country.. But Pagan has his own agenda as well.. His family's estate and treasures were seized by Gwyn's father, and he means to marry her for revenge.

When Gwyn is attacked by Marcus's men, Pagan appears from seemingly nowhere and saves her. They have an instant attraction with one another, even if they both have different destinations and goals in mind. Gwyn to go to the Abbey for protection, and Griffyn to finish his mission for the King. However, their enemies are closing in on them. Pagan and Gwyn must put their differences aside to prevail or much will be lost.

A historical romance filled with rich painted background of England in the 1100's. Character dialogue helps set the tone of that time, and Kris Kennedy does a wonderful job. Vivid scenery, passionate romance, and a country at war make THE CONQUEROR one fantastic treat!

2 comments:

  1. Wendy~
    What a TREAT to see you reviewed my book, and that you enjoyed it so much! Big thanks. You've made my day. :-)
    (P.S. I'm a huge fan of Eeyore too.)

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  2. Thanks Kris! It was a pleasure :)

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