What people are saying about His Conquest...
"Cosby gives you it all - passion, danger, lush history and a touch of magic. Excellent reading." NYT Best-selling Author - Hannah Howell
"His Conquest — one part heaven, one part sin." Award winning Author - Rebecca Sinclair
"Medieval Scotland roars to life in this fabulous series by Diana Cosby." NYT Best-selling Author - Pam Palmer
"Diana Cosby's writing reminds me of the great Kathleen Woodiwiss!" Author Liz Lipperman, Berkley Prime Crime
"Diana Cosby gives the reader a superb story, imagery rich in depth and solid in scope where love's greatest treasure is still possible." Dwayne Wilder, writer and editor
"I am almost finished reading His Conquest and am sorry I had to come in to work today. I can't wait to get home to finish. This book grabs you from the first chapter and you are riveted right into the story line. You won't want to put it down. What a great story!!" - Donna Zazzali
"Those MacGruder boys are every woman's Prince Charming, in a rugged sort of way!" - Jinny Kirby-Baxter, NV, USA
Through the carved window, Lady Linet Dancort scanned the midnight sky battered by hard, spring-fed rain. She must hurry. With a steadying breath, Linet pushed back her hood and stepped into the torchlight. A slight scrape sounded as her slipper touched the stone floor.
The Scottish rebel whirled to face her.
Lightening split the sky. Thunder snarled in its wake. Lord Grey’s eyes, feral like a wolf’s, locked on hers.
A tremor rocked her as potent as the next blast of thunder. Her body commanded she retreat. Linet refused. Like the air pulsing with energy, her every sense became charged with awareness.
The urge to shield her face from his unapologetic glare stunned her. Throughout her life she’d been given the freedom to study alongside her peers. Her father had encouraged her to speak her mind. Never had a man’s presence, much less his gaze, incited her interest to a mind-spinning degree. It was illogical this prisoner could make her feel anything by a mere look.
But standing paces away, with his warrior’s dark gaze burning into hers, her body trembled. She owed her reaction to nerves. And rightly so. By the rebels formidable height, scathing look and arrogant stance, there was little safe about the Scot. And with orders for Seathan MacGruder to be hung at first light, he must be desperate.
As was she.
Head held high, she stepped to within a hand’s length of the cell door. Lightning illuminated the chamber, exposing he’d shifted his body, his feet now braced in an aggressive stance.
“I have come to set you free.” Thunder rumbled, this time closer, an ominous backdrop to her quiet offer.
The earl remained silent, his expression raw with distrust.
The rebel doubted her. She’d expected as much. God forbid if he discovered Lord Tearlach, his sworn enemy, was her brother.