Review:
ALLURA
CHRISTINE YOUNG
ISBN # 978-1-58749-722-3
April 10, 2009
Rogue Phoenix Press
Ebook , Kindle, Nook
$4.99 US
239 Pages
Historical/Regency Romance
Rating: 4 Cups
Allura McClellan's father wants to see his daughters married
before he passes on and has decided to run a contest to see who can reveal
Allura's secret and, if correct, the prize is her hand in marriage as well as
her land and titles. She fights her father every step of the way, clinging to
the reasoning that she does not want to submit to a man and give up who she is
because she takes pride in all she has learned and who she has become without a
husband.
All Hunter Gray's life, he has been treated horribly for
being an English earl's bastard son and as an adult, fought for his country and
became a mighty warrior. Now, he sees a chance to get everything he feels he
deserves, money and land, and all he has to do is seduce Allura into marrying
him.
Even though a crackling fire rears itself every time Hunter
and Allura are together, they truly try to fight the attraction, but for
different reasons. As time goes by, feelings start to change and as they are in
danger of losing themselves and more, can Allura and Hunter both get what they
want?
I really enjoyed this book by Christine Young. It has
mystery, humor and, whew, steamy love scenes! An awesome group of characters
make this read very entertaining, from the tough as nails Allura to her
meddlesome younger sister, Aiden. There is never a dull moment throughout this
book and you will surely not be disappointed. I can only hope that some of my
favorites get a story of their own. Well done Ms. Young.
Matilda
Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance & More
Hunter's POV:
Hunter touched Allura’s cheek with a trembling hand, her
flesh felt like ice to his fingertips. Fear for her life snaked through him as
he swept her from his storm-battered boat and carried her to shore. He set her
on the grass, and then he quickly secured their only means of transportation
back to the mainland.
She might have drowned. Oh, God, he could not stop shaking.
If he hadn’t missed her--
The tempest showed no sign of relenting. Torrents of rain
sluiced from the sky washing the sea salt from his face and hair. He turned his
head skyward watching more lightning streak to meet the ocean swells and the frothing
crests.
How long had it been since he left the celebration? How long
had Allura been in the icy fingers of the sea? And would Christel tell anyone
where they were?
Christel had been so secretive, so very afraid of breaking
her trust with Allura. Now he had to find a way to return. All that he’d worked
for was secure, and yet he didn’t want this to reach the ears of those who
might not wish them well. Guy came to mind. His stepbrother was ruthless and
would stop at nothing to gain what he wanted. And he’d always wanted what
Hunter possessed. He would stop at nothing, even ruining Allura’s reputation.
He vowed Guy would never touch Allura or anyone dear to her.
For a moment he stared at his broken sailing vessel. He
wasn’t sure if his boat was seaworthy. Hers wasn’t. Hers had splintered into a
hundred pieces. In the minutes after he’d pulled her from the churning water,
she’d not spoken to him. Once her eyes opened, he’d said a quick prayer of
thanks. He was afraid for her life. Afraid her time in the frigid ocean would
be the death of her. Only time and warmth would secure her survival.
While the storm raged around them, there was little warmth
to be found. His body shook with fear. His gut churned. He imagined a blazing
fire and hot spiced wine to warm her inside and out. Carefully, he carried her
to the hut. He stripped her wet clothes away and wrapped her in a fur.
"Allura," he called her name softly while he
stroked her hair pushing it away from her face. He examined her body searching
for injuries. "Allura, do you hurt anywhere?"
"The kitten," she whispered. Her eyes were closed,
and Hunter was sure she knew not of what she spoke. "I left the kitten. I
had to feed the kitten." Her words were weak, her lips trembling with cold
and fatigue. Her fight against the turbulent water had been valiant and spirited.
Good, God, she risked her life for a cat?
"Hush, it will be all right. I will look after it."
He offered, wishing he could find a kitten just to reassure her. Yet he was
more afraid for her than any kitten. Cats land on their feet and find food by
themselves. Bloody hell, they have nine lives.
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