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Abducted from her convent school, headstrong Scottish beauty Jennifer Merrick does not easily surrender to Royce Westmoreland, Duke of Claymore. Known as "The Wolf"; his very name strikes terror in the hearts of his enemies. But proud Jennifer will have nothing to do with the fierce English warrior who holds her captive, this handsome rogue who taunts her with his blazing arrogance. Boldly she challenges his will... until the night he takes her in his powerful embrace, awakening in her an irresistible hunger. And suddenly Jennifer finds herself ensnared in a bewildering web... a seductive, dangerous trap of pride, passion, loyalty, and overwhelming love.
438 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published March 1, 1989
To the Scots…the Black Wolf was more evil than the devil himself, and more dangerous, for the devil was spirit, while the Wolf was flesh and blood - the living Lord of Evil - a monstrous being who threatened their existence, right here on earth. He was the malevolent specter that the Scots used to terrify their offspring into behaving. "The Wolf will get you.”
The thongs were tight, cutting into Royce's wrists, but Royce scarcely noticed: a white hot fury unlike anything he'd ever experienced had consumed him, turning his mind into a fiery volcano of boiling rage. Parading before his eyes were visions of a bewitching Scottish girl: Jennifer lying in his arms... Jennifer laughing up at him... Jennifer blowing him a kiss...
“Some women need no jewels to make them sparkle. You are one of them.”
He sounded so disgruntled that amused satisfaction made her lips twitch. Royce saw it and could not believe his eyes. Grown men, warriors, quailed in his presence, but this young girl with the haughty stance and stubborn chin was actually enjoying defying him.
“You are mad!" she snapped, her chest heaving. "And you are a devil!” "And you, my dear," Royce imperturbably replied, "are a bitch." With that, he turned to the horrified friar and unhesitatingly announced, "The lady and I wish to be wed.”
“Why is it when you yield, I feel like the one who has been conquered?”
“It was a kingdom of dreams — a place where things would be just the way I wanted them to be.”
"My own kingdom … I used to plan my own kingdom."
"Which kingdom did you mean to seize?"
"It wasn't a real kingdom with land and castles, it was a kingdom of dreams - a place where things would be just the way I wanted them to be."
“The amusement fled from Royce's face and with a groan he pulled her roughly against his chest, crushing her to him. "Jenny," he whispered hoarsely, burying his face in her fragrant hair. "Jenny, I love you."
She melted against him, molding her body to the rigid contours of his, offering her lips up for his fierce, devouring kiss, then she took his face between both her hands. Leaning back slightly against his arm, her melting blue eyes gazing deeply into his, his wife replied in a shaky voice, "I think, my lord, I love you more.”
"Behold your new mistress, my wife. And know that when she bids you, I have bidden you; what service you render her, you are rendering me; what loyalty you give or withhold from her, you give or withhold from me."
"I hate you." She said with deadly calm.
"A perfect basis for the perfect marriage."
In all his years of aimless sexual encounters and torrid dalliances, nothing had ever approached the shattering ecstacy he'd just experienced.
The things they say about you, the things they say you've done - they aren't true. I don't believe it.
Blind to the beauty of the place he'd been yearning to see for eight long years, Royce wondered grimly how it was possible that he could intimidate knights, nobles, squires and battle-hardened soldiers into doing his bidding with a single glance, and yet he could not seem to force on young, stubborn, defiant Scottish girl to behave.
“What were you thinking about just
now while you were looking out the window?" To his surprise, the question flustered her.
"I—wasn't thinking."
"Then what were you doing?" he asked, his curiosity aroused.
A rueful smile touched her inviting lips, and she shot him a sideways look before turning back to the
window. "I was… talking to God," she admitted. "'Tis a habit I have."
Startled and slightly amused, Royce said, "Really? What did God have to say?"
"I think," she softly replied, "He said, 'You're welcome.' "
"For what?" Royce teased.
Lifting her eyes to his, Jenny solemnly replied, "For you.”
A Kingdom of Dreams by Judith McNaught:
3 “More *Galavant Than *The Tudors” Stars.
Hells yeah, I want to go there! I don’t really have a choice. Before cracking open, A Kingdom of Dreams, I read Teresa Denys’ masterpiece, *The Silver Devil, and in a Medieval romance face-off; McNaught’s version loses hands down.![]()
But, hey! What do I know? I’ve never met a Medieval knight. If they truly do dance like lunatics whilst pillaging and plundering, then I apologize. My bad!![]()
In the midst of war torn Scotland, Jennifer Merrik – the 17 year old Countess of Rockburn - is kidnapped and forced to marry her mortal enemy: Royce Westmoreland, The Duke of Claymore, a.k.a: “The Wolf”. Upon joining together in unholy matrimony, Royce and Jenny view their alliance as more battle than bliss. Thus, the two headstrong individuals commence upon a long, hard journey toward happily ever after.![]()
Between you, me, and the jousting post, I could have done without the 10,000 times Royce admired Jenny’s “indomitable spirit” and “unbelievable courage”; referred to her as a “fiery temptress” and a “charming wood nymph”; and gushed over her “lyrical laughter” and “jaunty grin”. Had Royce suddenly waxed poetic about Jenny’s ability to converse with blue jays and befriend baby skunks, I wouldn’t have been surprised.![]()
" 'You have the bluest eyes on earth,' he added with a low, appreciative chuckle. 'When you're angry, they're the color of wet blue velvet.'
Jenny rolled her eyes in disgust. 'Wet velvet?' she repeated wryly, wrinkling her nose. 'Wet velvet.'
His white teeth flashed in a devastating grin. 'No? What should I have said?'
His smile was irresistible, and Jenny fell in with his teasing mood, 'Well, you might have said they're the color of—' she glanced at the large sapphire in the center of the crucifix '—of sapphires,' she provided. 'That has a nice ring to it.'
'Ah, but sapphires are cold, and your eyes are warm and expressive. Am I doing better?' he chuckled when she voiced no further argument to wet velvet.
'Much,' she agreed readily.” ~Royce & Jenny
Like Galavant, A Kingdom of Dreams, is Medieval light: a place where indomitably spirited, unbelievably courageous maidens, get kidnapped by swoony (but marshmallowy) knights in shining armor; and they ride off into the sunset, and live happily ever after, in their Disneyesque castles; with their army of loyal protectors, 2.5 male heirs, 3 mythically named horses, a sky full of talking blue jays, and a BFF baby skunk.![]()
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“You are mad!” she snapped, her chest heaving. “And you are a devil!”
“And you, my dear,” Royce imperturbably replied, “are a bitch.”
With that, he turned to the horrified friar and unhesitatingly announced, “The lady and I wish to be wed.”
Why is it when you yield, I feel like the one who has been conquered?”
“The groom always smiles proudly because he's convinced he's accomplished something quite wonderful. The bride smiles because she's been able to convince him of it.”
“Why is it when you yield, I feel like the one who has been conquered?”
“Some women need no jewels to make them sparkle. You are one of them.”