A Sword for His Lady is a good historical romance. In a time where King Richard the Lionhearted has left for the Crusades yet again and Prince John is plotting away at stealing the thrown. King Richard leaves one of his most trusted knights, Ramon de Segrave, turned Baron to help protect the thrown in his absence. He also charges him to help protect the border against the Welsh, he also encourages him to marry a widow in charge of the keep. Isabel of Camoys is the lone survivor of the fever that wiped out her family. Isabel with all her tenants have made the keep a successful one raising geese for their feathers to pay her taxes to the King, feathers used for arrows. Isabel had a horrible first marriage and when Ramon shows up and states the Kings will she balks and fights it at every turn, even when she knows Ramon is right and especially since he stirs some deep emotions in her she never experienced with her first husband.
The story progresses nicely, at times a little slow, the conflict between Ramon and Isabel is all her own doing but when the antagonist shows up she makes up her mind to give in to her heart and common sense. Isabel's first husband was the illegitimate son of an entitled man now he wants his land back and charged one of his legitimate sons to marry Isabel and take back the land. Raeburn even after finding out about Ramon still is determined to follow his father's orders by any means necessary.
A good book to curl up with and enjoy the air conditioner.
He lifted one foot and set it on the bottom step.“What are you doing?”“I am entering the keep.” His tone made it clear he knew he was invading her home.“No.” She fought back her breathlessness. “You shall not.”She backed up, but forced herself to stop in the doorway.“Why not, my lady?”He climbed another step and she felt her knees quiver. It was an insane reaction, one that shocked her with how intense it was its intensity.“You do not belong in the keep. This is my home.”He frowned but climbed another step to stand on even ground with her. Isabel lifted her chin so she might maintain eye contact.“I will be making a full assessment of this structure, lady. You may stand aside or I shall remove you from my path.”She should have lowered herself and gracefully glided out of the doorway. It was the only response the code of chivalry afforded her, but she couldn’t force herself to do it. She didn’t feel in control of her emotions; they were scattering like autumn leaves. Her heart accelerated. He was pressing closer, watching her, gauging her reactions to him. She’d never felt so exposed. Never felt like any man took so much notice of her. He reached for her, his expression full of promise.“No one enters this keep without bathing.” She spat the words out in a rush and had to pull in a deep breath because her lungs burned when she was finished. At last, relief flowed through her, for she had found a valid argument to use.The baron’s expression didn’t change. His hands were clenched around his wide leather belt, his knuckles turning white.“Take yourself off to the bath house, my lord baron.” She was being brazen.He suddenly grunted, amusement returning to his eyes. “Very well lady, since you wish to offer me your hospitality, I accept.”She stared at him, uncertain of the flicker burning in his dark eyes. This wasn’t a man who knew defeat, and the muscles in her neck tightened when his lips twitched into a smug grin once again.An expression that was full of victory.“I shall enjoy having you bathe me, Isabel. It is certainly a good place for us to begin to learn more about one another.” A gleam appeared in his eyes that sent a shiver down her body.“I did not offer to bathe you myself.” Her voice was a horrified whisper. He stepped closer, capturing her wrist in a grip that surprised her because it lacked pain with its gentleness. Instead, she felt their connection keenly, so much so, it felt as though that she couldn’t form a single, sensible thought. Logic had always offered her salvation in the past. Before Ramon, it crumbled away, leaving her at his mercy.
“You claim you are no maiden, so it is only customary for you to attend me since you are the lady of this keep.” His voice lowered. “Or perhaps, you would prefer not to act as a lady. In such a case…I will be most pleased to dispense with ceremony.”