Of Love and Vengeance
by Louise Lyndon
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I was provided with a digital copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
When her serene life is shattered by the invasion of her homeland by Norman warriors, Laila is at the wrong side of fate. To add to her woes, she and her sister Ead learn that their assets are entrusted with Lord Aymon, a Norman. The only solution that Laila is presented with, is to marry Lord Aymon. Laila grudgingly agrees, keenly on the lookout for a chance to do away with Lord Aymon when she can. She finds his treason unforgiveable. Lord Aymon is a man facing his own demons, having been through many hardships. His dream of settling down with some peace of mind and a wife who cares is ruined when he finds himself with the snarling Laila. Things take a turn when Laila learns of Lord Aymon's true reasons for his actions. Will they finally overcome their enmity and lead a happy life together, is what the book takes us through.
It's been a while since I've read a romance fiction book that blends historical narratives with emotional realism. I loved the characterisation, especially Laila's. The female protagonist, Laila, gives an earful to anyone who cares to listen and stops just short murdering anyone who gets on her nerves. She softens when she learns of Lord Aymon's demons. The pace of the book was good. The plot was engaging.
Overall, this was a good read and I definitely recommend this to lovers of romance.
My rating: 4.5 stars
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Forced to marry Lord Aymon to ensure her young nephews survival, English Lady Laila vows undying hatred for the Norman she holds responsible for the deaths of so many innocents. Discovering Aymon has committed an act of treason gives her the chance to seek vengeance he deserves. But can Laila let Aymon die at the hands of the king once she learns the truth?
Aymon caught a flicker of movement from a window on the second story. “I think we’re about to meet the welcome party.” An arrow zoomed toward him and landed on the pommel of his saddle. A half an inch closer and he would no longer be able to sire children. As if in demonstration of his ability with the bow and arrow, the shooter fired again. This time directed toward Hugh. The second arrow too came within a half an inch of his friend’s manhood.
“You missed!” Aymon called toward the shooter. He questioned his stupidity for mocking someone with such a good aim.
“You want me to show you how good an aim I really am?” a woman’s voice echoed out across the yard.
“Bloody hell,” Hugh half cursed, half laughed. “Where does a woman learn to shoot like that?”
Aymon was shocked and admittedly a little impressed a woman had such remarkable shooting skills. He could use such a sharp shooter on his side in battle. After all, it was better to have someone so skilled firing for you than at you.
Aymon raised his black leather gloved hand in surrender. “No. I’m firmly attached to my balls, thank you very much.”
“Who are you?” the shooter demanded. “And what do you want? There is nothing of value here for you to steal. Be on your way, man, and leave me in peace.”
“Some would say a female is of value,” Aymon drawled sardonically.
A second arrow lodged firmly on the pommel between his legs.
“I do not give third chances. I’ll give you to the count of three to leave. Or else you will find an arrow straight through your heart.”
Aymon’s warhorse whinnied, and he fought to control the beast whose temperament was as black as his coat. “Put down your weapon!”
“We mean you no harm!”
“I am Lord Aymon, and this is Lord Hugh. I’ve come to claim what is rightfully mine.”
The two men looked at one another unsure what to do. “Should we storm the building and lay claim to what is yours?”
Aymon shook his head. He dismounted but never took his eyes from the door to the manor.
“She will soon make her appearance.”
Hugh, too, dismounted. “How can you be so sure?”
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Louise grew up in country Victoria, Australia, before moving to England, where for sixteen years she soaked up the vibrancy of London and the medieval history of England. She has since returned to Australia and now lives in Melbourne.
She has been writing the moment she picked up a copy of Diana Gabaldon's first Outlander novel twenty something years ago. She thought to herself, 'this is what I want to do' - not travel back in time, but become a novelist! She has always had snippets of dialogue and scenes floating around in her head with characters screaming at her to bring them to life.
In 2013, Louise won first prize in the Crested Butte Sandy Writing contest – Historical category for her story, The Promise, which is now called, Of Love and Vengeance.
When not writing, she can be found covered in mud, crawling under barbed wire and hoisting herself over twelve foot walls - under the guise of competing in Spartan races all over Australia.