

I didn’t quite get a grip on the British/Native American politics, and I was a little disappointed once I saw that the building tension there wouldn’t be resolved in this novel. It feels gradual and earned.Now, the last third of the book started to lose me. The story’s romance is intense but not overdone, and the passion here doesn’t feel “plastered on” just for sensational effect. She isn’t a tiresome weakling, but neither is she so terribly sharp that she cuts up everyone around her.

And I liked Eleanor as well, a good mixture of fire and vulnerability. Though he turns out not to have the thick beard I was expecting, he’s mysterious, gruff, protective, and impish, falling in love in a way that isn’t starry-eyed or sappy. But this escape may not be so safe when a debt forces her to marry Samuel Heath, a widowered father (and rumored murderer) in The Captive Heart by author Michelle Griep.Besides the author’s rather lyrical style, Samuel may be my favorite aspect of this novel. Love.Īn escape from a brutish employer in Eighteenth Century England to a new life in America is supposed to be the saving of Eleanor Morgan. Who wants to wed a murderer?īoth Samuel and Eleanor are survivors, facing down the threat of war, betrayal, and divided loyalties that could cost them everything, but this time they must face their biggest challenge ever. He decides it’s time to marry again, but that proves to be an impossible task. The life of a trapper in the Carolina backcountry is no life for a small girl, but neither is abandoning his child to another family. But freedom is hard to come by as an indentured servant, and downright impossible when she’s forced to agree to an even harsher contract-marriage to a man she’s never met.īackwoodsman Samuel Heath doesn’t care what others think of him-but his young daughter’s upbringing matters very much. On the run from a brute of an aristocratic employer, Eleanor Morgan escapes from England to America, the land of the free, for the opportunity to serve an upstanding Charles Town family.


The wild American wilderness is no place for an elegant English governess
