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He must give his heart to his greatest enemy
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He must give his heart to his greatest enemy
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Baron Raeb MacKai is done allowing himself and everyone he loves to live in poverty and despair. His betrothal to a wealthy English heiress will solve a decade of problems. He will do everything necessary to defend his home and his country, but can he defend his heart?


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Read an Excerpt from Knight Defender ~ Knight Chronicles # 3
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Mid-April 1295, the northwest coast of Scotland
"Unhand me." She pushed against the massive chest and writhed in the arms cradling her body.
   He gathered her closer, mashing her cheek against him.
   For an instant, his blazing gray eyes held her spellbound as tightly as his strength gripped her body. Unable to look away, she shivered, but not with cold. The odor of damp wool and man nearly drowned her. All sound faded away save her own harsh breathing.
   "Ho, ho!" His chuckle was impossible to miss. "So you are no dying, are you then? Well liars and deceivers must suffer the consequences of their actions."
   She refused to be intimidated. She forced her head away from him. "Is rudeness the customary greeting for your guests, Baron MacKai? I've a mind to refuse to wed you. Then King Edward will decline to pay you rent for docking his ships in your excuse for a harbor.
   "You think you could resist me?" More chuckles shook his chest.
   "It would be a small matter to deny an oaf such as you."
   Flames of some inner fire shone in his unyielding stare. She was unfamiliar with fear, but what else twisted in her belly and skittered just beneath her skin? She wanted to deny his effect on her but in all honesty could not.
   "I could make you beg." He growled low, like some big cat poised to pounce.
   "Never." She could be honest with herself about her body's betrayal, but she'd plenty of reason not to give the churl any hint of her weakness.
   His forward motion halted, his head dipped then stopped a finger's width from her face. His gaze bored into hers.
   Her breath froze at the frenzy of emotions she saw there. 'Anger, threat, resentment, and something she could not identify. She refused to care. Her fingers itched to slap him, and she raised her hand.
   "I wouldna, if I were you." He anchored her hand beneath a brawny arm and started walking again.
   "You'll regret insulting me."
   His brows rose. "We'll see about that. For now, I need you safely stowed away."
   "Stowed away!" He made her sound like bothersome chattel, useful for only one purpose. She squirmed and finally released her outer hand from his hold to beat her fist against his chest. "Beast! You will treat me with the courtesy and respect due a lord's daughter."
   He made no response other than to quicken his pace.
   She hit him harder. "You and your entire cowardly clan will rue this day."
   He stopped abruptly and shifted his grip. Her feet fell downward but found no purchase on solid ground. She hung suspended from the large hands thrust under her armpits. The heels of those palms pressed against her breasts, and heat flooded her body at the intimate touch.
   "You, you …" He and every other MacKai disgusted her beyond words. Raising her head to berate him further, she stilled. Once more, the gleam in those stony eyes compelled her attention. The downward tip at the outer corner of his lids gave him a slumberous appearance belied by glints of indecipherable emotion. Those deceptive lids narrowed. She longed to hide but could not look away.
   "Listen to me."
   His quiet words slid over her skin, causing a rise of goosebumps.
   "You are naught but a troublesome woman. You have no power or authority here, so if you value your overly pampered English hide, you'll no insult clan MacKai. Do you understand?"
   She swallowed and nodded.
   "Excellent."
   He tossed her over his shoulder, secured her legs against him with an arm, and continued walking.
   "How dare…"
   One of those huge palms smacked her rump.
   "Oooo! I'll make you regret you ever touched me."
   A second smack was followed by an order for silence.
   Since her backside began to throb, Jessamyn subsided in favor of plotting retribution. She'd start with boiling in oil followed by a sound beating and end with banishment.
   She was deciding whether or not to add tar and feathers when she heard the creak of leather hinges. They crossed a doorway, and she went flying through the air to land in a heap, face down on a feather bed.
   "Dry clothing will be brought. Dinna imagine I care for your comfort. I simply canna be bothered to find another woman if you catch an ague and die."
   She struggled to right herself, sputtering and pulling her hair from her face. The brute deserved the sharp side of her tongue. She gathered breath as she turned to speak, just to see the coward disappear and the door bang shut behind him.
   He was not getting away that easily. She leapt from the bed, ran for the door, and nearly jerked her arms from her shoulders when the wooden barrier refused to budge at her angry pull.
   Dumbfounded, she could only stare.
   He'd barred the door? Boiling oil and banishment are too good for him. I must see him drawn and quartered.


"RueAllyn has certainly managed to capture the divide between Scotland and Englandin this gripping tale of romance, passion, and deceit!" -- 4 stars, InDTaleMagazine
ISBN: 978-1-4405-9716-9
ASIN: B01E0JR298
ISBN: 978-1-4405-9716-9
ASIN: B01E0JR298
Baron Raeb MacKai is done allowing himself and everyone he loves to live in poverty and despair. His betrothal to a wealthy English heiress will solve a decade of problems. He will do everything necessary to defend his home and his country, but can he defend his heart?


Baron Raeb MacKai is done allowing himself and everyone he loves to live in poverty and despair. His betrothal to a wealthy English heiress will solve a decade of problems. He will do everything necessary to defend his home and his country, but can he defend his heart?


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Rue Allyn's "Knight Defender" is the third tale in The Knight Chronicles, but you can read it as a standalone. I love, love, love this author, this series, and this book! I don't give many straight 5-star reviews, but this definitely deserves one. It's a rare steamy historical gem. Lady Jessamyn is an amazing leading lady and mmmm Raeb McKai couldn't get any hotter. I thought Robert from #1 would be the hottest in this series, but I was wrong! Raeb all the way! I can't wait to read more by this author! ~ Mathphilosopheron, Amazon Review
Read an Excerpt from Knight Defender ~ Knight Chronicles # 3
Read an Excerpt from Knight Defender ~ Knight Chronicles # 3
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Mid-April 1295, the northwest coast of Scotland
"Unhand me." She pushed against the massive chest and writhed in the arms cradling her body.
   He gathered her closer, mashing her cheek against him.
   For an instant, his blazing gray eyes held her spellbound as tightly as his strength gripped her body. Unable to look away, she shivered, but not with cold. The odor of damp wool and man nearly drowned her. All sound faded away save her own harsh breathing.
   "Ho, ho!" His chuckle was impossible to miss. "So you are no dying, are you then? Well liars and deceivers must suffer the consequences of their actions."
   She refused to be intimidated. She forced her head away from him. "Is rudeness the customary greeting for your guests, Baron MacKai? I've a mind to refuse to wed you. Then King Edward will decline to pay you rent for docking his ships in your excuse for a harbor.
   "You think you could resist me?" More chuckles shook his chest.
   "It would be a small matter to deny an oaf such as you."
   Flames of some inner fire shone in his unyielding stare. She was unfamiliar with fear, but what else twisted in her belly and skittered just beneath her skin? She wanted to deny his effect on her but in all honesty could not.
   "I could make you beg." He growled low, like some big cat poised to pounce.
   "Never." She could be honest with herself about her body's betrayal, but she'd plenty of reason not to give the churl any hint of her weakness.
   His forward motion halted, his head dipped then stopped a finger's width from her face. His gaze bored into hers.
   Her breath froze at the frenzy of emotions she saw there. 'Anger, threat, resentment, and something she could not identify. She refused to care. Her fingers itched to slap him, and she raised her hand.
   "I wouldna, if I were you." He anchored her hand beneath a brawny arm and started walking again.
   "You'll regret insulting me."
   His brows rose. "We'll see about that. For now, I need you safely stowed away."
   "Stowed away!" He made her sound like bothersome chattel, useful for only one purpose. She squirmed and finally released her outer hand from his hold to beat her fist against his chest. "Beast! You will treat me with the courtesy and respect due a lord's daughter."
   He made no response other than to quicken his pace.
   She hit him harder. "You and your entire cowardly clan will rue this day."
   He stopped abruptly and shifted his grip. Her feet fell downward but found no purchase on solid ground. She hung suspended from the large hands thrust under her armpits. The heels of those palms pressed against her breasts, and heat flooded her body at the intimate touch.
   "You, you …" He and every other MacKai disgusted her beyond words. Raising her head to berate him further, she stilled. Once more, the gleam in those stony eyes compelled her attention. The downward tip at the outer corner of his lids gave him a slumberous appearance belied by glints of indecipherable emotion. Those deceptive lids narrowed. She longed to hide but could not look away.
   "Listen to me."
   His quiet words slid over her skin, causing a rise of goosebumps.
   "You are naught but a troublesome woman. You have no power or authority here, so if you value your overly pampered English hide, you'll no insult clan MacKai. Do you understand?"
   She swallowed and nodded.
   "Excellent."
   He tossed her over his shoulder, secured her legs against him with an arm, and continued walking.
   "How dare…"
   One of those huge palms smacked her rump.
   "Oooo! I'll make you regret you ever touched me."
   A second smack was followed by an order for silence.
   Since her backside began to throb, Jessamyn subsided in favor of plotting retribution. She'd start with boiling in oil followed by a sound beating and end with banishment.
   She was deciding whether or not to add tar and feathers when she heard the creak of leather hinges. They crossed a doorway, and she went flying through the air to land in a heap, face down on a feather bed.
   "Dry clothing will be brought. Dinna imagine I care for your comfort. I simply canna be bothered to find another woman if you catch an ague and die."
   She struggled to right herself, sputtering and pulling her hair from her face. The brute deserved the sharp side of her tongue. She gathered breath as she turned to speak, just to see the coward disappear and the door bang shut behind him.
   He was not getting away that easily. She leapt from the bed, ran for the door, and nearly jerked her arms from her shoulders when the wooden barrier refused to budge at her angry pull.
   Dumbfounded, she could only stare.
   He'd barred the door? Boiling oil and banishment are too good for him. I must see him drawn and quartered.


Mid-April 1295, the northwest coast of Scotland
"Unhand me." She pushed against the massive chest and writhed in the arms cradling her body.
   He gathered her closer, mashing her cheek against him.
   For an instant, his blazing gray eyes held her spellbound as tightly as his strength gripped her body. Unable to look away, she shivered, but not with cold. The odor of damp wool and man nearly drowned her. All sound faded away save her own harsh breathing.
   "Ho, ho!" His chuckle was impossible to miss. "So you are no dying, are you then? Well liars and deceivers must suffer the consequences of their actions."
   She refused to be intimidated. She forced her head away from him. "Is rudeness the customary greeting for your guests, Baron MacKai? I've a mind to refuse to wed you. Then King Edward will decline to pay you rent for docking his ships in your excuse for a harbor.
   "You think you could resist me?" More chuckles shook his chest.
   "It would be a small matter to deny an oaf such as you."
   Flames of some inner fire shone in his unyielding stare. She was unfamiliar with fear, but what else twisted in her belly and skittered just beneath her skin? She wanted to deny his effect on her but in all honesty could not.
   "I could make you beg." He growled low, like some big cat poised to pounce.
   "Never." She could be honest with herself about her body's betrayal, but she'd plenty of reason not to give the churl any hint of her weakness.
   His forward motion halted, his head dipped then stopped a finger's width from her face. His gaze bored into hers.
   Her breath froze at the frenzy of emotions she saw there. 'Anger, threat, resentment, and something she could not identify. She refused to care. Her fingers itched to slap him, and she raised her hand.
   "I wouldna, if I were you." He anchored her hand beneath a brawny arm and started walking again.
   "You'll regret insulting me."
   His brows rose. "We'll see about that. For now, I need you safely stowed away."
   "Stowed away!" He made her sound like bothersome chattel, useful for only one purpose. She squirmed and finally released her outer hand from his hold to beat her fist against his chest. "Beast! You will treat me with the courtesy and respect due a lord's daughter."
   He made no response other than to quicken his pace.
   She hit him harder. "You and your entire cowardly clan will rue this day."
   He stopped abruptly and shifted his grip. Her feet fell downward but found no purchase on solid ground. She hung suspended from the large hands thrust under her armpits. The heels of those palms pressed against her breasts, and heat flooded her body at the intimate touch.
   "You, you …" He and every other MacKai disgusted her beyond words. Raising her head to berate him further, she stilled. Once more, the gleam in those stony eyes compelled her attention. The downward tip at the outer corner of his lids gave him a slumberous appearance belied by glints of indecipherable emotion. Those deceptive lids narrowed. She longed to hide but could not look away.
   "Listen to me."
   His quiet words slid over her skin, causing a rise of goosebumps.
   "You are naught but a troublesome woman. You have no power or authority here, so if you value your overly pampered English hide, you'll no insult clan MacKai. Do you understand?"
   She swallowed and nodded.
   "Excellent."
   He tossed her over his shoulder, secured her legs against him with an arm, and continued walking.
   "How dare…"
   One of those huge palms smacked her rump.
   "Oooo! I'll make you regret you ever touched me."
   A second smack was followed by an order for silence.
   Since her backside began to throb, Jessamyn subsided in favor of plotting retribution. She'd start with boiling in oil followed by a sound beating and end with banishment.
   She was deciding whether or not to add tar and feathers when she heard the creak of leather hinges. They crossed a doorway, and she went flying through the air to land in a heap, face down on a feather bed.
   "Dry clothing will be brought. Dinna imagine I care for your comfort. I simply canna be bothered to find another woman if you catch an ague and die."
   She struggled to right herself, sputtering and pulling her hair from her face. The brute deserved the sharp side of her tongue. She gathered breath as she turned to speak, just to see the coward disappear and the door bang shut behind him.
   He was not getting away that easily. She leapt from the bed, ran for the door, and nearly jerked her arms from her shoulders when the wooden barrier refused to budge at her angry pull.
   Dumbfounded, she could only stare.
   He'd barred the door? Boiling oil and banishment are too good for him. I must see him drawn and quartered.


"RueAllyn has certainly managed to capture the divide between Scotland and Englandin this gripping tale of romance, passion, and deceit!" -- 4 stars, InDTaleMagazine
"RueAllyn has certainly managed to capture the divide between Scotland and Englandin this gripping tale of romance, passion, and deceit!" -- 4 stars, InDTaleMagazine
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Deal of a Lifetime Excerpt
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Rue Allyn's "Knight Defender" is the third tale in The Knight Chronicles, but you can read it as a standalone. I love, love, love this author, this series, and this book! I don't give many straight 5-star reviews, but this definitely deserves one. It's a rare steamy historical gem. Lady Jessamyn is an amazing leading lady and mmmm Raeb McKai couldn't get any hotter. I thought Robert from #1 would be the hottest in this series, but I was wrong! Raeb all the way! I can't wait to read more by this author! ~ Mathphilosopheron, Amazon Review
Rue Allyn's "Knight Defender" is the third tale in The Knight Chronicles, but you can read it as a standalone. I love, love, love this author, this series, and this book! I don't give many straight 5-star reviews, but this definitely deserves one. It's a rare steamy historical gem. Lady Jessamyn is an amazing leading lady and mmmm Raeb McKai couldn't get any hotter. I thought Robert from #1 would be the hottest in this series, but I was wrong! Raeb all the way! I can't wait to read more by this author! ~ Mathphilosopheron, Amazon Review
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Royal herald, Sir Talon Quereste could never love an overly adventurous, impulsive, argumentative woman of dubious background who threatens everything he values. Lady Larkin Roshan can only despise a man who would deny her identity and steal her heritage. So why has fate thrown them together to solve the mysteries of the heart?
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   The sound of metal on stone clanked behind her. She whirled and threw the hammer at the tall, broad man advancing from the doorway. Whoever it was dodged the hammer, leaving her an opening to the hallway.
   Lifting her robe, she leapt forward, tumbling the lamp to the floor as she sped past him and flew down the corridor.
   He pursued, shouting his denial.
   She ran faster. She would escape him.
   A jerk on her robe made her stumble. The cloth tore, and she was able to recover her balance. The stairs were in sight. She could lose him in the gloom at the bottom. She lengthened her stride.
   A tremendous blow knocked the breath from her lungs and the chisel from her grasp, then brought her to her knees. The weight behind the blow laid her flat. Her brain rattled on impact with the floor, and pain burst in her left cheek.  
   Her hood fell over her head. Despite the ache in her pate, she struggled to rise, to breathe, but the weight on her back pressed her down. She kicked without effect at the solid limbs that surrounded her legs. Her hands scrabbled. If only she could find purchase in the exposed skin of the face that she knew rose just above her head.
   Luck was with her. One hand filled with a hank of hair. The nails of her other hand sank into his neck. She would not succumb to her mother's fate. She would slit his throat by hand, if she must.
   "Arrgh!" Iron fingers closed around each of her wrists. A satisfying clump of golden locks flashed by in one of her hands as he jerked them away from his face. The relentless pressure on her back increased, forcing her to exhale what little air she had left.
   Then her back was free of the weight, but more of it settled on her rump at the point where her bottom met her thighs. She sucked in huge gasps of air. Despite the grip on her arms, she twisted wildly, trying to dislodge her attacker and break the hold.
   "Stop," a vaguely familiar voice ground out as tight and hard as his grasp. "Or you'll get more than the beating you deserve."
   She ignored him, pitching herself from side to side and bucking as much as she could.
   The pressure on her arms increased. She shivered as his warm breath flowed over her ear.
   "Sweet Jesu, will you cease before you do us both an injury?"
   Larkin stilled, panting, but could not cease the trembling that seized her body. That voice belonged to the man she'd left cursing in the fog.
   "Much better," he huffed and eased back.
   He hadn't hurt her and was trying not to. Why?  
   Holding her wrists in one hand, she felt him fumble at her waist and remove the rope that cinched her robe tight. Nay!  He would not rape her. Before she could renew her fight, he bound her wrists. When hard hands bit into her upper arms, she writhed in protest. He stood, lifted her upright, and turned her to face him. Her feet dangled above the floor.
   From beneath the shadow of her hood, she stared into the same dark eyes she'd seen in the fog outside. Were they purple? 'Twas too dark to tell much save they were nearly black. Bloody furrows decorated his neck. Scraped skin showed on his nose and chin, and his mouth twisted in a frown. She made a silent prayer for release.
   The prayer found answer in a rapid shaking.
   "Who are you?" he demanded.
   Larkin closed her eyes against the disorienting motion and felt her hood fall back.
   Of a sudden the shaking ceased.
   "St. Swithun's toes, you're the woman from the fog."
   She opened her eyes and sent him a piercing glare.
   Unaffected, the man turned her around, set her on her feet before him, and pushed her into the solar and down onto a footstool. He pulled up the only chair and sat in front of her. Her gaze traveled from his square chin and firm-lipped mouth, past his broad shoulders, lingered briefly on his lightly furred chest, and then dipped lower. That was the moment when she realized he was naked-completely, hugely naked. She felt her eyes grow round. Her gaze sprang back to his face. Her cheeks burned, though she doubted he could see it in the dimness.
   "Like what you see?" He grinned, showing strong white teeth. Without waiting for her reply, he rose and went to the bed where he donned hose and chausses, then returned to sit with his well-muscled chest entirely too close to her nose. "Now who are you? What are you doing here? Where is the earl?"
   She remained mute under the hail of questions. Why couldn't she have run faster?
   "Well." He leaned forward, crowding her. "I'm not a patient man, but I can be merciful, if you tell the truth."
   Larkin held herself still. Would he believe the truth?
   He leaned forward once more and spoke quietly in her ear. "You were about to explain who you are and what you know about the earl's disappearance."
   "I know nothing about the earl." She answered in the same clear, crisp Norman tongue of the nobility that he used so he could not mistake her meaning.
   "'Tis possible," he acknowledged, "but not likely. I shall count that as one falsehood against you. Do not tell me another. Who are you?"
   He would not believe her, so why not say true? "I am Lady Larkin Rosham."
   He heaved a great sigh.
   Mint wafted her way on breath that was surprisingly sweet for such a monster. She shivered.
   "Not many peasants can manage such clear Norman. 'Tis obvious you have been well schooled. I told you not to try another lie."
   "I don't lie." Although she did not bother to correct his assumption that she was a peasant. 'Twould be a waste of breath.
   "Do you not? All England knows that Scots raiders murdered Baron Rosham and his family years ago. Since you cannot tell the truth, I have no choice but to keep you with me." He grasped her chin between his thumb and forefinger. "'Tis a shame. I would have liked more cooperation this night."
   He would rape her after all. And she could do nothing to prevent it. She would end like her mother. But before she died, she would find a way to kill him.
Rochelle Weber, Roses & Thorns Reviews reviewed The Herald's Heart
 Well-Written and Engaging. Brava! October 30, 2016
I'm leery of reading historical romances. As anyone who follows my reviews knows, I hate modern language and anomalies in period pieces, and I watch for them like a hawk. I warned Ms. Allen of that when she asked me to review her book, and she said, "If you find any of that, my editor and I haven't done our jobs." Well, Ms. Allen, you and your editor are to be complimented. "The Herald's Heart" is a wonderfully-written historical romance with no anomalies to pull me out of the time-period or the story.

While Lady Larkin Rosham is a feisty heroine, she is a devout, chaste young woman who has been orphaned and married by proxy to an evil man whose men killed her family and believed they killed her by mistake when her father changed his mind about allowing her to marry him. No one believes she survived the attack, and the villagers call her "Liar Larkin." She sneaks in to look for proof of her identity when the Lord is away, which is where she is when the Sir Talon Quereste, her stepson and the King's Royal Herald finds her.

Again, Ms. Allen pulled me in on the first page and kept me reading right straight through. Sparks flew throughout the book, but did not ignite in glaring 3-D. There were no glitches to pull me back to the present, and the grammar was excellent. Brava, Ms. Allen. Thank you. I highly recommend "The Herald's Heart."
Five Stars.
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