Allura is the book that began the Twelve Dancing Princesses Series. (A spin off of the fairytale.) Allura has a secret and she has been promised to the first man who can discover it.
REVIEW BY COFFEE TIME ROMANCE:
ALLURA
CHRISTINE YOUNG
ISBN # 978-1-58749-722-3
April 10, 2009
Rogue Phoenix Press
Ebook , Kindle, Nook
$0.99 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
EXCERPT:
Allura
Christine Young
Excerpt Heat Level: 1
Book Heat Level: 4
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Eddington, Scotland 1815
"You can’t plan to wed me to
that--that man down there!" Allura McClellan’s heart thundered and lodged
in her throat. Balled into fists her hands trembled. "You promised I could
marry for love. I thought when the last man failed to discover this imaginary
secret you think I have, you would stop this craziness. I thought you would
take the ad out of the Times and the other papers."
From the boxing ring below, fist met
flesh, the sound echoing throughout. Hunter Gray whirled and ducked. He guarded
his face to block the stinging blows his opponent rained down upon him. He spun
and ducked again. The man he fought countered the attack, but he did not move
fast enough. Hunter’s next jab was so fast and so hard the other man didn’t
block the punch. The man staggered backwards, blood running from his eye. Men
yelled and cheered for the two combatants. Hunter paused and spoke to the man
he practiced with before the match continued once more.
Allura saw her life as she had planned it
slip away as if it was grains of sand in an hour glass. She stopped pacing and
watched the men below. She turned on her father. "The ad in the
Times--giving me away to any man--you have gone too far. A marriage of
convenience is barbaric. You promised." For a moment, she closed her eyes.
She did not want to acknowledge anything that went on here. It was not her
fault she could not find a man she loved. What horrific bit of bad luck had
found her?
The laird cleared his throat.
"Perhaps I have not gone far enough or soon enough. And the ad did not
promise you to just any man. He must be strong enough and smart enough to win
your hand."
It was not Allura’s nature to allow
others to rule her fate. “These men,” she waved her hand in the air,
frustration sweeping recklessly within. "They don’t want me. They come for
one reason only. They are greedy and hungry for power. You have taught me
everything I need to know. I can run your estate and all of your holdings. I’ve
studied endless hours. I know the men who work for you. I swear I’ll defy your
wishes. At the altar I will say no."
The McClellan’s grin faded as quickly as
it had appeared and without further thought, he said, "Perhaps not, you
are beautiful lass--one with rare promise. And," he stroked his chin,
"no matter how much book learning a woman has she cannot dictate her own
life. It is up to the men in her life to make sure she is happy and provided
for."
A strained silence followed. She sagged
against the stone wall. As if sensing her vulnerable position, she stiffened.
Outraged and furious she looked upon her father. "They are money grubbers
and want your land--our land. They have no right to any of your estate."
The McClellan held back for a moment,
seemingly aware there was more than just a little truth in what Allura said.
"How indeed?" he questioned her. Yet his smile was tight, forced.
"I grow old. I only want this land secured and my daughters happy before I
die. You are twenty-two. I have given you ample opportunity to fall in love. I
thought it time to bring new blood to this land, a new man. I thought perhaps
one would take your fancy."
"That man," she began. Her hand
shook when she pointed at the man who danced and whirled avoiding each blow as
if he dallied in child's play. She trembled so violently she could not speak.
“Is an Englishman.”
BLURB:
With her golden hair and cobalt eyes, Allura
McClellan was a trophy beyond compare. Her hand in marriage given to any man
who could discover her secret, she set out to bedevil every man who answered
the ad her father placed in the London Times until Hunter Grey an Englishman,
discovered her island and banished all other men from her life. Burning with
indignation and passion she was determined to keep her secret from the arrogant
Englishman and to keep here independence at any cost.
The bastard son of an English earl, he
made a name for himself in the service of his country. Hunter Gray vowed no one
would keep him from winning the hand of the fair Allura and in doing so
realizing his dreams. He was stronger and more cunning than the men who had
come before. The man who had fought many
a war against the Frenchs wore he would capture the heart of the passionate
young woman he came to Scotland to claim.
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