Praise for Margaret Moore
âSet during the reign of King John,
[it] is filled with fast-paced dialogue and historical details that add depth and authenticity to the story. Readers will be well entertainedâ¦â âRT Book Reviews on MY LORDâS DESIRE
âMs Moore transports her readers
to a fascinating time period, vividly bringing to life a Scottish medieval castle and the inhabitants within.â âRomance Reviews Today on LORD OF DUNKEATHE
âThis captivating adventure of thirteenth-century Scotland
kept me enthralled from beginning to end. Itâs a keeper!â âRomance Junkies on BRIDE OF LOCHBARR
âMs Mooreâ¦will make your mind
dream of knights in shining armour.â âRendezvous
âWhen it comes to excellence in historical romance books,
no one provides the audience with more than the award-winning Ms Moore.â âUnder the Covers
âMargaret Moore is a master storyteller who has the
uncanny ability to develop new twists on old themes.â âAffaire de Coeur
â[Margaret Mooreâs] writing captivates, spellbinds, taking
a reader away on a whirlwind of emotion and intrigue until you just canât wait to see how it all turns out.â âRomance Reader at Heart
âIf youâre looking for a fix for your
medieval historical romance need, then grab hold of a copy of award-winning author Margaret Mooreâs THE UNWILLING BRIDE and do not let go!â âA Romance Review
Gillian laid her hand lightly on Bayardâs arm, to offer what silent comfort she could.
Yet as she did she became achingly aware of the feel of his flesh and muscle beneath her fingertips. Of his proximity and the masculine scent of leather and wool attending him. Of his lips so close to hers.
He was her sister Adelaideâs brother-in-law, sent to protect her. Not to woo her. Never to court or to kiss. Never to wed or to love. He drew her to him. She should stop himâ¦protestâ¦refuseâ¦runâ¦
She couldnât. Didnât want to. The moment their lips met the walls sheâd erected around her heart broke into a thousand pieces, destroyed by his touch.
Desire, so long held in check, burst free from its restraints, and the longing she had tried to deny leaped into life.
She wanted to be in his arms, to feel and experience passion once again, and to be desired in return.
So she kissed him fervently, and with an almost desperate longingâas if she were a wanton with no more thought for the future than warming a manâs bed.
This manâs bed.
Award-winning author MARGARET MOORE began her career at the age of eight, when she and a friend concocted stories featuring a lovely damsel and a handsome, misunderstood thief nicknamed âThe Red Sheikâ. Unknowingly pursuing her destiny, Margaret graduated with distinction from the University of Toronto, Canada. She has been a Leading Wren in the Royal Canadian Naval Reserve, an award-winning public speaker, a member of an archery team, and a student of fencing and ballroom dancing. She has also worked for every major department store chain in Canada.
Margaret lives in Toronto, Ontario, with her husband of over twenty-five years. Her two children have grown up understanding that itâs part of their motherâs job to discuss non-existent people and their problems. When not writing, Margaret updates her blog and website at www.margaretmoore.com
Novels by Margaret Moore:
THE OVERLORDâS BRIDE
COMFORT AND JOY (in The Christmas Visit) BRIDE OF LOCHBARR LORD OF DUNKEATHE THE VAGABOND KNIGHT (in Yuletide Weddings) THE UNWILLING BRIDE THE DUKEâS DESIRE HERS TO COMMAND HERS TO DESIRE THE DUKEâS DILEMMA MY LORDâS DESIRE
And as a Mills & Boon® Historical Undone eBook:
THE WELSH LORDâS MISTRESS
In memory ofPatricia Probert and Holly Stemmler
England, 1204
THE IRON RINGS of chain mail jingled as Sir Bayard de Boisbaston raised his right arm to halt his men.
âWell, Frederic, what do you make of Castle Averette?â he asked his young squire, pointing across the wooded valley.
Frederic de Sere squinted at the gray stone fortress on the low rise opposite and shifted nervously in his saddle. âSmall, isnât it?â
âFrom what we can see, youâd think so,â Bayard agreed, âbut not every castle is built in a circle. It could be that the barbican and towers facing the main road are at the narrow end.â
He gestured at the towers at either side of the gate. âArchers have a clear view of the portcullis and good angles to shoot anybody approaching or getting close to the gate.â
Heâd also noticed that the trees and bushes had been cut back from the sides of the road, leaving a swath of bracken-covered ground between the road and the wood that was at least ten feet wide on either side. No enemies or footpads could ambush travelers before they had time to draw their swords and defend themselves.
Frederic brushed a lock of light brown hair from his eyes. âYes, I see, my lord.â
âOn to Averette,â Bayard said as he nudged his horse into a walk.
Whatever else the late lord of Averette had beenâand apparently heâd been a terrible manâheâd also been a man of some intelligence, at least when it came to defense, Bayard reflected as he and his men rode in silence along the river toward what looked to be a prosperous village. They passed a millpond and the mill, its wheel turning with a slow, steady motion. Cattle lowed from a nearby field, a few sheep scattered as they went past a meadow, and they could hear geese honking and chickens clucking in farmyards along the road.