A lively, yet dark and polemic retelling of the American Revolution through the unapologetic eyes of women and soldiers in the British Army, a two-time finalist in the Faulkner/Wisdom Literary Contest for the Novel and Novel-In-Progress categories. Something very different on a familiar subject.
1776 - America in Riots. Civil War. Crush it. And when finished, give the damn Americans what they want. So comes the great army, and with it, his Majesty's personal host, the Brigade of Guards, to fight a war they cannot lose. They bring their women. Obedience Gill, the "handsomest Woman on the Ration", loses her soldier husband on the crossing to America. Good riddance. "Obedience", her father named her, a child of the Great Awakening and "an Age" at 24. In truth, she's running, having lived many lives. And now, in the midst of a fierce army, she's alone. God, to be alone, even in this alien country. This strange America. This roiling, boiling America. But someone's after her, a Coldstream grenadier, Thomas Elliot, with a murderous past. In her past. To her protection comes guileless man-child, Geordie MacEachran, Third Guardsman, whose loyalty is to the Guards above all else . . . Until Obedience. And he's struck, as sure as a Rebel ball to the heart. In New York, Obedience, a tavern singer with an extraordinary voice, is noticed by the officer class, and by talent, luck, and wiles, experiences a meteoric rise, to her fame, to her peril. Geordie seeks to hold her. Elliot wants her life. But Obedience has other plans as the American rebellion fulminates into a global conflict to threaten Britain's very existence. War, sex, and power. Enlightenment and religion. Racism and sexism. Military tribes.
You have no idea how much I need boring.
Two years after the murder of her parents Caia is finally ready to start anew. New name, new town, new school. Desperately wanting normalcy and longing to put down roots again, she's determined to stay on the straight and narrow and avoid anything or anyone who poses a threat to her new life. And that includes steering clear of Liam 'Beast' Paine. The hot-tempered, adrenalin seeking mountain of muscles is precisely the kind of person she wants to avoid. Should be simple enough. And it would be if only she could keep a clear head when he kisses her.
Run my little Bambi. The beast is on the hunt.
Born with a will of steel and a silver spoon in his mouth Liam Paine is used to getting what he wants, so when he sets his sight on the shy and jumpy Caia he does what he always does: go after her with a single-minded determination and about as much finesse as a bull in a china shop. However, it soon becomes clear that the unassuming girl, who looks at him like a deer caught in headlights, has demons that need fighting. And if there's something Liam does well, it's fight.
I'm ready to fight for you.
But the past doesn't always stay where we want it and Caia's is always lurking just around the corner. Ready for the next round.
**WARNING: This will contain mature scenes and language! There'll be sexual scenes, cursing, and droppings of the f-bomb. If you're uncomfortable with any of those things then don't read this story.**
**Also this is not a fan fiction**