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About the Book

Title: Claimed by the Warrior (Conquered Bride Series #3)

Author: Eliza Knight

Release Date: March 31, 2016

Genre: Historical Romance, Medieval, Scottish

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He came to conquer…


A widower, Laird Torsten Mackenzie, has worked long and hard to regain the respect his clan deserved after his older brother turned traitorous. Even in death, Cathal’s  crimes remain a mar on Torsten’s conscience. Setting aside his grief, Torsten devotes his life to his people, and to his young, motherless daughter. When a rival clan attacks his lands unprovoked, he’s determined to put them in their place once and for all. Marching on their gates, he’s taken by surprise when Lady MacDonell steps through the opening instead of her wayward husband. Reacting impulsively, Torsten exacts his revenge by whisking her away.


But she laid claim to his heart…


Headstrong and fierce, Éabha MacDonell’s true nature has been buried for six long years in a marriage that fills her with shame, and has kept her tucked in the shadows. But the death of her husband, and being forced from the only home she’s ever known, brings freedom in a way she’d never imagined. Free to rediscover parts of herself she’d thought never to behold again—her love of art, her desire for children. But most of all, the tug at her heart, the warmth of a secret glance and the heat of a passionate embrace.


In the arms of her captor, Éabha’s more liberated than she’s ever been before and Torsten might just have found the one person who can make him whole again.




Damned MacDonells.


Why the hell did those bloody fools have to keep raiding? Had they not yet learned their lesson?


Laird Torsten Mackenzie crouched just out of arrow’s reach from the high, thick walls of the MacDonell’s castle. The fortress loomed up in the moonlight, but despite its fortifications, he planned to breach it this very night. A promise he’d made the last time the bastards had dared to cross onto his land.


Torsten was certain he’d been clear that any further raids on his lands would not be tolerated. Another raid from the MacDonells was a declaration of war, he’d even put it in writing so the imbeciles would not be confused. Yet, despite his warnings, the arseholes had done so again, trampling crops, burning crofter’s homes, beating tenants and violating women.


Rage lanced hot through Torsten’s veins. He gripped the reins tighter, his body stiffened, and his mount, Lucifer, tossed his head in irritation. When he got ahold of Donald MacDonell, that sorry excuse for a laird, he was going to beat him to a bloody pulp, until the last of his breath escaped and his face was unrecognizable.


His warhorse snorted and Torsten loosened his grip, concentrating his fury on the castle just beyond.


“My laird?”


Torsten glanced at Little Rob, his second-in-command, a man not so little in personality or size. He, too, had steel-studded leather armor covering his leine shirt, his green and blue plaid muted in the darkness.




Torsten glowered at the wall and keep, imagining the men inside celebrating their latest raid, and reliving every horrifying moment. Well, Torsten, wasn’t celebrating, and his people surely weren’t. They were trying to pick up the pieces of their lives, while desperately trying not to relive it. Donald MacDonell had better start praying now, for Torsten would show no mercy.




When they were only yards from the wall, his warriors ready to throw up their hastily made ladders, the portcullis slowly started to raise.


Warriors. The MacDonells were sending men out to battle. Torsten let his battle cry tear from his throat, ready to sink his blade into the first man who stepped through.


But then he was stunned, almost paralyzed, when a willowy figure walked through the gates carrying a torch. A woman.


What in bloody hell?


Her skirts blew against her ankles, and clung to her thighs. Her eyes searched his, challenging him to stop, mesmerizing him for a moment until he realized just what was happening.


“Halt!” Torsten roared, bringing Lucifer to a standstill. “What trickery is this?”


Was the MacDonell such a coward he would send a woman out as bait? A consolation prize?
Torsten glowered at her, his stomach twisting in burning knots of rage.
The woman was tall, thin. Her light hair billowed in the breeze and shimmered in the moonlight.


Her features were obscured half in shadow and half in golden light from the torch. She was beautiful. Cheekbones high, jaw strong, nose regal and her mouth, well, he had to tear his gaze from the lush sight.


She held up her hand, a silent entreaty for him to stop. “My laird,” she called. “There is no need to attack.”


Her words, spoken with such calm strength only made him angry. His back stiffened, and Lucifer let out an annoyed snort when he tightened the reins. “No need? There is much need, my lady. Go back inside and send out your laird. He will pay for what he’s done.”


She looked at him with sadness in her gaze and shook her head. “He’ll not be coming out.”




“Is this what ye want, Lady Éabha? Ye want to kill me?”


Teeth bared, chest rising and falling in erratic breaths, she glowered at him, but said not a word.


“Killing me will not solve anything.”


Her arm twitched, the blade nicking his skin ever so slightly. He could feel a tiny trickle of blood rolling down his throat.


She wriggled against him, horror showing on her face at what she’d done, but he held her tight.


Every curve of her pressed against him. He stared at her mouth which had gone from a fearsome growl to open shock. Lord, but she was a beauty. Everything he’d ever wanted in a woman, and everything he couldn’t have.


Her eyes dipped just enough to stare at his mouth. Without thinking, Torsten lowered his lips to hers. At first it was a soft brush, a simple slide of his lips over her warm, rage-filled mouth.


But then she dropped the knife, gripped onto him tight, her body shuddering in a sigh that seemed filled with surrender.


Torsten deepened the kiss, claiming her with one, then two, then three swipes of his tongue between the seam of her lips. Tasting her. Delving inside her delicious mouth. Dining on the thunder and fire of her nature.


Éabha clung to him, kissing him back with frantic need. Her fingers curled into his shirt, and he fisted his hand in her hair. Torsten walked her back to the wall, pressing her body up against it.


Pinning her there, though he allowed her free reign with her hands.


He kissed her until he couldn’t breath.


About the Authors


Author Eliza Knight


Eliza Knight is an award-winning and USA Today bestselling indie author of sizzling historical romance and erotic romance. Under the name E. Knight, she pens rip-your-heart-out historical fiction. While not reading, writing or researching for her latest book, she chases after her three children. In her spare time (if there is such a thing…) she likes daydreaming, wine-tasting, traveling, hiking, staring at the stars, watching movies, shopping and visiting with family and friends. She lives atop a small mountain with her own knight in shining armor, three princesses and one very naughty puppy.


Visit Eliza at http://www.elizaknight.comor her historical blog History Undressed: www.historyundressed.com. Visit her on Facebook, or Twitter: @ElizaKnight. If you’d like to receive news about releases and sales, visit Eliza’s website to subscribe to her occasional newsletter.


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