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Julie Garwood

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When Lady Johanna is widowed at sixteen, she marries a Scottish lord to escape King John's decree.

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Genres
History
Fiction
Romance fiction
Published
New York : Pocket Books 2013.
Language
English
Main Author
Julie Garwood (author)
Edition
Pocket Books paperback edition
Physical Description
405 pages ; 18 cm
ISBN
9780671870119
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Review by Booklist Review

When word reaches her that her husband, Baron Raulf, is dead, plucky 16-year-old Lady Johanna first thanks God, then has to worry about England's King John (yep, Robin Hood's foe) marrying her off to whomever he pleases. But her foster brother wangles a better match for her, to a rough (but handsome, natch) Highland laird, Gabriel MacBain. This is the first hardcover romance for Garwood, best-selling author of mass-market paperbacks. Most of it is occupied with Lady J's winning Gabriel's heart's (and, needless to say, his loins') castle, and then, toward the end, it turns out Raulf ain't dead, after all. This is, perhaps, adequate romance fare, but someone should have told Garwood--at least for starters--that King John didn't have all that much sway in early-thirteenth-century Scotland, which was securely enough ruled by its own King William I; that the plaid (the garment), which she has several characters slinging around, didn't make its free-standing debut in the Scottish haberdashery until the seventeenth century; and that plaids (the woven designs more accurately called tartans) as clan designators weren't adopted until the eighteenth century. Garwood may call her setting Scotland, but it's really cloud-cuckoo-land. (Reviewed May 15, 1993)0671744224Ray Olson

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

Set in 13th-century England and Scotland, this rollicking adventure is among Garwood's ( The Bride ) most enjoyable. The news that her despicable husband is dead has left beautiful 16-year-old Lady Johanna both wealthy and available. Wicked King John wants to marry her to one of his henchmen, but her beloved foster brother convinces the powerful highland laird Gabriel MacBain to put aside his natural repugnance for all things English and wed the girl. Emotionally scarred by her first marriage, Johanna is intimidated both by her strange surroundings and by the outsized, gruff laird; but with the help of an eccentric old soldier and MacBain's illegitimate son, Johanna learns to hold her own with the soldiers, their wives and her new husband. Then an unwelcome surprise tests her newfound courage. Garwood endows the novel with a first-rate setting, a splendid supporting cast and witty dialogue that more than offsets the rote predictability of Johanna's great beauty and MacBain's forceful charisma. (Aug.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved

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Review by Library Journal Review

When Lady Johanna is widowed at the age of 16, she is determined never to marry again and become the victim of abuse at the hands of a husband. King John of England, suspecting that Johanna knows a secret that could destroy him, has chosen another brutal baron for her next husband. Johanna's foster brother finds her a suitable hero in the form of Scottish laird Gabriel McBain, who weds Johanna in order to control the land she brings as a dowry. Johanna must not only adjust to life in the Highlands, but she must also win the respect of McBain and his recently unified clan. He is an arrogant hero who seems to be always arguing and shouting, habits that begin to wear on the reader if not the heroine. Johanna is a woman with a 20th-century sense of independence and self-worth that plays surprisingly well in the 13th-century setting. Romance fans will be demanding this first hardcover from the best-selling paperback author of The Gift (Pocket, 1991).-- Kimberly Martin, Washington Univ. Law Lib., St. Louis (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Review by School Library Journal Review

YA-An entertaining story with many amusing elements. In 1206, a hastily arranged marriage unites Johanna, recent widow, with MacBain, a Scottish laird. The woman learns new customs, creates some problems but solves others, and falls in love with her husband in this turbulent time of mixed loyalties. The characters are believable-they are real people with a variety of emotions, strong allegiances at home and on the battlefield, but are tender and caring individuals too. Sufficient details of the period provide adequate background to make the people and times come alive, but the story doesn't become bogged down with these technicalities. The abundant dialogue, humorous incidents, and quick pace make this a good choice for anyone looking for light historical romance.-Claudia Moore, W.T. Woodson High School, Fairfax, VA (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

A hardcover debut by a writer well known in paperback romance klatches confronts the question of the place of women in 13th- century England and Scotland--i.e., where they stand in God's love, and whether their husbands should beat them. Heroine Lady Johanna--an abused and battered wife, wed to Baron Raulf, a vassal of King John of England--is pleased when the news comes that her husband's dead. But her troubles haven't ended, since the king suspects she knows he murdered his nephew in order to consolidate his place on the throne. So Johanna's brother takes her off to the Scottish Highlands for safekeeping--and effectively gives her to Gabriel MacBain, the laird to two squalling clans, the MacBain and the Maclaurin. It's cold, dank, and uncomfortable up there among the crags, and at first MacBain seems an uncouth bear of a man. Still, Johanna survives--he's not only handsome but great in bed. What's more, he doesn't hit her. In fact, he turns out to be downright progressive where women are concerned--one part MacBeth, three parts Iron John. There's a little will testing between these two, of course, lots of time between the sheets, and a shake of eleventh-hour dramatics having to do with the return of Baron Raulf. But, in the end, all turns out well, and women are redeemed, respected, equal to men--in the domain of the MacBain circa 1200, if not now. Anachronistic? Good heavens, yes. But the characters are warm, gushy, highly hormonal--and thus likely to please Garwood's paperback fans.

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From Chapter Three MacBain had grown weary of waiting for his bride to come to him. He started down the steps just as she nudged her mount forward. He still hadn't gotten a proper look at her, as she was completely covered by a black cape and hood. Her smallness, however, surprised him. He'd expected a much larger woman given Nicholas's size. Her appearance wasn't important to him. The marriage was a practical arrangement, nothing more. He assumed however, that because she was Nicholas's sister, she would have the same dark coloring and auburn-colored hair. He was mistaken. Nicholas dismounted first. He tossed the reins to one of the soldiers and went over to Johanna's side to assist her to the ground. She was a little bit of a thing. The top of her head only reached her brother's shoulders. Nicholas had his hands on her arms and was smiling down at her. It was obvious he cared a great deal about his sister. MacBain thought his brotherly devotion a little overdone. While Johanna untied the cord holding her cloak together, the soldiers began to line up behind their leader. The Maclaurin men clumped themselves together behind their laird and to the left of the wide steps while the MacBain warriors lined up behind their leader and on the right side. The six steps were filled with curious men in a matter of seconds. They all wanted to see the laird's bride. MacBain heard the low grunts of obvious approval a scant second after Johanna removed her cloak and handed it to her brother. MacBain didn't think he made a sound, but he wasn't certain. The sight of her took his breath away. Nicholas hadn't said a word about her appearance, and MacBain hadn't been interested enough to ask. He now looked at the baron and saw the laughter in his eyes. He knows I'm rattled, he thought to himself. MacBain masked his astonishment and turned his full attention back to the beautiful woman walking toward him. Lord, she was a bonny lass. Her waist-length blond curls swayed with each step she took. The woman didn't seem to have any flaws. There was a light sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose. He liked that. Her eyes were a vivid shade of blue, her complexion was pure, and her mouth, dear God, her mouth could drive a saint to lustful thoughts. He liked that, too. Some of the Maclaurin soldiers weren't as disciplined in their reactions as the MacBain was. The two men standing directly behind their laird let out long, low whistles of appreciation. MacBain took exception to their rude behavior, however. He half-turned, lifted each man by his neck, and sent them both flying like cabers over the side of the steps. The other soldiers had to duck to get out of the way. Johanna came to a quick stop, looked at the soldiers sprawled out on the ground, then looked back at their leader. The laird didn't even seem winded. "A gentle man?" she whispered to Nicholas. "That was a lie, wasn't it?" "Give him a chance, Johanna. You owe him and me that much." She gave her brother a disgruntled look before turning back to the laird. MacBain took a step forward. His wolfhound came with him and once again leaned against his master's side. Johanna started praying for enough courage to keep walking. When she was just a foot or two away from the warrior, she stopped and then executed a perfect curtsy. Her knees were shaking so hard that she was pleased she didn't fall over on her face. She heard a loud snort and several grunts while her head was bowed. She didn't know if the noises were sounds of approval or censure. The laird was wearing his plaid. He had extremely muscular legs. She tried not to stare at them. "Good day, Laird MacBain." Her voice trembled. She was afraid of him. MacBain wasn't surprised. The sight of him had sent more than one young woman running back to the safety of her father. He'd never considered trying to change their reactions because he hadn't particularly cared. He was caring now, however. He would never get the woman to marry him if he didn't do something to ease her fear. She kept giving worried glances down at his dog. MacBain assumed the hound also frightened her. Nicholas wasn't being much help. He just stood there grinning like a simpleton. MacBain demanded his assistance by glaring at him. He decided he shouldn't have done that when Johanna took a quick step back. "Does she speak Gaelic?" MacBain addressed his question to Nicholas. Johanna answered. "I have been studying your language." She didn't speak in Gaelic when she answered. Her hands were folded together in front of her. The knuckles were white from her hard grip. Mundane conversation might put her at ease, MacBain decided. "And how long have you been studying our language?" Her mind went blank. It was his fault, of course. His stare was so intense, unsettling, too, and she couldn't seem to form a thought. Dear God, she couldn't even remember what they were talking about. He patiently asked her again. "Almost four weeks," she blurted out. He didn't laugh. One of the soldiers snorted with amusement, but MacBain's glare stopped him. Nicholas was frowning down at his sister, wondering why she hadn't told the laird the truth. It had been closer to four months since Father MacKechnie began instructing her. He caught the look of panic in his sister's eyes when she glanced up at him and he understood then. Johanna was simply too nervous to think straight. MacBain decided he didn't want an audience during this important meeting. "Nicholas, wait here. Your sister and I are going inside to talk." After giving his command, MacBain moved forward to take hold of Johanna's arm. The hound came with him. She instinctively backed up, realized what she was doing and how that cowardly retreat must have looked to the laird, and quickly moved forward again. The huge beast growled at her. MacBain snapped an order in Gaelic. The hound immediately quit the low, menacing sound. Johanna was looking ready to faint again. Nicholas knew she needed a bit of time to get her courage back. He took a step forward. "Why didn't you allow my men and Father MacKechnie past Rush Creek?" he asked. "Your sister and I must come to terms before the priest is allowed here. Your men won't ever be allowed on our land, Nicholas. Have you forgotten my terms? We went over the details when you were last here." Nicholas agreed with a nod. He couldn't think of anything further to ask. "Father MacKechnie was very upset over your command to wait below," Johanna said. MacBain didn't appear to be overly concerned about alienating a man of God. He shrugged. Her eyes widened in reaction. During the three years of her marriage to Raulf, she'd learned to fear priests; the ones she had known were powerful and unforgiving men. Yet MacKechnie wasn't like the others. He was a kind-hearted man who had risked his life to come to England so that he could plead for the Maclaurins. She wouldn't have him insulted now. "Father MacKechnie is weary from the long journey, m'lord, and would surely appreciate food and drink. Please show him your hospitality." MacBain nodded. He turned to Calum. "See to it," he commanded. He thought his agreement over her request would ease her fears about him. He had just proven he could be an accommodating man, after all. Yet she still appeared ready to bolt. Damn but she was a timid thing. His pet wasn't helping matters much. She kept worriedly glancing down at the dog, and every time she stared at him, the hound growled at her. MacBain considered grabbing hold of her, tossing her over his shoulder, and carrying her inside, then changed his mind. The thought amused him, but he didn't smile. He held his patience, put his hand out to her, and simply waited to see what she would do. From the look in his eyes, she knew he had guessed she was afraid of him and that he was finding her timidity amusing, too. She forced herself to take a deep breath, then put her hand in his. Copyright (c) 1993 by Julie Garwood Excerpted from Saving Grace by Julie Garwood All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.