Heartpounding adventure shares the page with sizzling romantic tension, and colonial South Carolina wilderness comes alive as the backdrop. This is everything a historical romance should be! The writing is eloquent and poetic, the story captivating and redemptive. Margaret Brownley, author of Left at the Altar This riveting, action-packed adventure set on the American frontier will leave you breathless with its beauty and power. Oh, wow! Not enough praise can be given to Michelle Grieps The Captive Heart.

Laura Frantz, author of The Mistress of Tall Acre 'I am adding Michelle Griep to my list of favorite authors!' MaryLu Tyndall, author of the award-winning Legacy of the King's Pirates This is Michelle Griep's best book yet and one that played out before my eyes like an epic movie I kept wanting to watch over and over.' 'Reminiscent of the wildness, adventure, and romance of The Last of the Mohicans, Captive Heart sizzles on every page. Elizabeth Ludwig, author of Tide and Tempest Fans of the movies The Patriot and Last of the Mohicans have found new characters to love in Samuel and Eleanor. 'Bold and captivatingly beautiful, Captive Heart is a book destined for accolades. Quickly engaging, fast-paced, and set on the American frontier, the novel reminded me of The Last of the Mohicans in all the right ways. a pirate might catcall.' The Captive Heart is filled with heart-tripping action and romantic tension between a half-Cherokee frontiersman and a proper English governess. It was too intimate to call the man Samuel, yet Heath seemed so harsh, something the likes of. Though he’d told her to call him otherwise, his name stuck in her throat, scraping it raw. His dark eyes shot to hers, and she clamped her mouth. “This place was in need of some tidying up, Mister-” “What have you done?”Ĭlasping her hands in front of her, she lifted her chin. His lips parted, but it took awhile before sound came out. How could a man that big move with such silence? His gaze darted from the newly made table, to a mug of wildflowers she’d picked with Grace, then swept the perimeter, taking in the straightened crates, the pots hung on a wall instead of heaped in a pile, and the folded pile of Grace’s clothing set sweetly in a basket. Her husband had not only entered, but had already shut the front door and hung his hat on a peg.

She turned from the table she’d fashioned out of planks, then froze in place. “If the front door had blown open, she sure hadn’t heard the gust of wind.

The Captive Heart by Michelle Griep