By edict of the King, the mighty Scottish laird Alec Kincaid must take an English bride. His choice was Jamie, youngest daughter of Baron Jamison . . . a feisty, violet-eyed beauty. Alec ached to touch her, to tame her, to possess her. . . forever. But Jamie vowed never to surrender to this Highland barbarian.
He was everything her heart warned against–an arrogant scoundrel whose rough good looks spoke of savage pleasures. And though Kincaid’s scorching kisses fired her blood, she brazenly resisted him… until one rapturous moment quelled their clash of wills, and something far more dangerous than desire threatened to conquer her senses…
This is the first book I ever read by Julie Garwood back when it was originally published in 1989. I reread it every year or so and it is still my favorite of all her books. And I have them all. She has been on autobuy since I read The Bride.
The publisher’s blurb does not do this book justice. The best parts of the book are the funny scenes which come constantly. The Kincaid knows how a wife is supposed to behave and Jaime (the fact that she has a man’s name is a running joke) does not follow his preconceptions. She thinks his ideas are crazy and he knows hers are.
Shoot, I may have to pick it up and read it all over again!
All of Julie Garwood’s early historicals are wonderful. I don’t like her contemporary suspense books as much, although I do still read them. I keep hoping she’ll pick up her old style.