Thursday, July 16, 2020

The Rebel Wears Plaid by Eliza Knight Blog Tour


A sweeping, action-packed Scottish historical romance filled with adventure, history, and longing from USA Today bestselling author Eliza Knight. When Highlander Toran Fraser encounters a mysterious rebel for the prince, he can't resist being recruited to her cause...

Toran Fraser is hell-bent on taking down the Jacobites. On a late-night mission, he's intercepted by a woman known only as "Mistress J," who's determined to put Prince Charlie back on the throne of Scotland. Toran can't resist her appeal—especially with her pistol pointed at his heart—and suddenly finds himself joining the rebellion...

By day, highborn Jenny Mackintosh runs her estate in the Highlands. By night, she's one of Prince Charlie's Angels—a band of Jacobite rebels. Scoffing at mortal danger, she raises coin, delivers weapons, and recruits soldiers for the rebellion. When she encounters a handsome Highlander who is clearly on the run, she is more than a little intrigued. She isn't expecting to be his enemy...

Jenny's story has a flavor of the lives of Lady Anne (Farquharson) Mackintosh, Jenny Cameron, and Lady Margaret Ogilvy, who raised troops, collected funds and weapons for the rebels, fought in battles, and aided men in escaping the wrath of their enemies.

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Toran jerked around. Suddenly, figures melted out from the shadows. Scots, but in the dark and dressed as they were, he couldn’t make out what clan they hailed from. At the center of the five men stood a lass. Aye, she wore trews and had her hair up under a cap, wisps of golden strands peeking through, but there was no hiding the curves beneath her shirt and waistcoat. In the moonlight filtering through the trees, she looked bonnie—high, arching cheekbones, a mouth that puckered into a frown. But what struck him most was the spark of fire in her gaze. Her eyes reflected the light of the moon, almost making her look like she was glowing.

And the muzzle of her pistol was pointed right at him. Outlaws… Of all the bloody luck. He reached for his own pistol tucked into his belt.

“Dinna move,” the lass said. Her voice was throaty, sensual. “Else I put a bullet through your heart.”

A slow grin formed on Toran’s face. “What’s to say I won’t put a bullet in yours first?”

The lass looked down at Archie and then flicked her gaze back to his. “Ye’re outnumbered. Let’s say ye were willing to pull your weapon before I took my shot, and then ye were to waste your bullet, there’d be five more cutting through ye before ye were able to see the result.” Again, she looked at Archie. “And your friend doesna seem like he will be much help.”

“We’re verra close to the English garrison, lass. Any shot ye make will be a beacon to the dragoons lurking about. And trust me, there are hundreds of them headed this way as we speak.”

“Is that so?” She glanced at Archie once more. “A prison break? So ye two are rebels, aye?”

Toran didn’t answer. Let her come to her own conclusions.

“We have horses.” She kept her gaze on his, and he had the intense urge to draw closer. “Ye and your friend can have one when we return to my camp—for a price. Why not donate your coin to the cause and join us? We’ve a need for more rebels.”

Toran did not want to join her. Now, if she’d asked him to join her for some mutual warmth under a plaid, that would be another story. Then again, she had a point about the bullets. And he truly did not want to die.

“I’m guessing from your current circumstances ye are in need of a helping hand, sir.” Her voice was smooth, even melodic, but still filled with authority. And considering that she was the one speaking, she certainly gave the impression that she was the one in charge. Fascinating.

A group of men led by a woman? Not a common thing, and intensely intriguing. Whoever she was, she had ballocks as full of steel as his own. And if he weren’t trapped in the woods with her, a hundred redcoats on his tail, he might have asked her to join him for a dram.

“Who are ye?” Toran asked.

A soft laugh escaped her, and her hand waved dismissively. “Not yet, sir. Ye’ll have to prove yourself first.”

Prove himself? He gritted his teeth. “All right, we’ll join ye.” There really was no other choice. He and Archie needed a quick escape, and her horse would provide that. Just because he was taking her up on the offer now didn’t mean he had to stick it out. In fact, as soon as he could, he’d steal the horse and somehow get Archie back to Fraser lands where he could make certain the rest of his family was safe from Boyd.

“Good.” She nodded to Dirk. “Search them for weapons, and then help the wounded man onto your horse.”

Toran stood still for the inspection, gritting his teeth as his weapons were removed. “I’ve said we’d join ye. Why then are ye treating me like a prisoner?”

The lass cocked her head to the side, a slight grin curling her upper lip. “We must first see that ye are trustworthy.” With an added challenge echoing in her words, she said, “Ye can ride with me. And dinna try any tricks, else ye find yourself verra dead.”

The lass didn’t beat around the bush, and there was no hint of humor in her tone at all. She meant what she said.

Toran climbed onto the back of her horse, his cold, wet body flush to her warmer, dry back. Beneath the icy exterior was a lass full of lush curves. Mo chreach… Good heavens, but she felt good. Hesitantly, he placed an arm around her waist.

She shuddered. “Blast, but ye’re soaked,” she hissed. “Ye should have warned me. And ye smell like the devil’s own chamber pot.”

Toran chuckled. “A hazard of escape, lass.”

Her back straightened, and she leaned forward, away from him. “Ye can call me Mistress J.”

Mistress J? Why did that sound familiar?

“And ye are?” she urged.

“I’m called Toran,” he said slowly as realization struck him. The night had taken a very interesting turn. For he was holding onto the woman he suspected might be responsible for his mother’s death.

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Excerpted from The Rebel Wears Plaid by Eliza Knight. © 2020 by Eliza Knight. Used with permission of the publisher, Sourcebooks Casablanca, an imprint of Sourcebooks, Inc. All rights reserved.




Reviews by the Wicked Reads Review Team

Sarah☆☆☆☆☆
Exciting and steamy, I loved this story of the brave Mistress J and her loyal band of heroic Highlanders. A lady by day and a fierce warrior by night, Jenny Mackintosh is a wonderfully deserving heroine. Toran Fraser, on the other hand, has mixed loyalties and even after Jenny rescues him, he is unable to trust her.

I imagine that a few liberties have been taken with the history behind this book but the story is fantastic. The political background to the story is almost as complicated as the connection between Jenny and Toran. The chemistry between these two is explosive – but neither trusts the other. The result is an exciting and complicated story.

I love the slightly reversed gender roles in this book, and I love the suggestion that women like Jenny were at the forefront of the struggle for Scottish independence. It’s Jenny who rescues Toran, Jenny who saves her people, and Jenny who outsmarts the English at every turn. Toran has his own skill set – but he is the one forced to choose whether he can swear allegiance to Jenny and her cause.

This book is everything I want from a historic romance. Solid history, well-crafted characters, and an exciting story make for a rather thrilling romp.


Shelby☆☆☆☆
I must say that I'm not usually a Historical Romance reader, and I'm not sure why. It may be that I don't really know the true events or timelines, it may be due to not truly grasping the historical concepts, or it may be due to my own ignorance.

The Rebel Wears Plaid was a pleasant surprise.

Mistress J is a Jacobite rebel leader. She plays an integral role in the war to rid her lands of the evil English. Championing the Bonnie Prince Charlie, Lady Jenny Mackintosh takes her duties seriously and fully intends to see her chosen prince take the throne.

Toran Fraser has a sordid history, orphaned and raised by his uncle, The Fox, he is responsible for his younger siblings and searching for the people responsible for the death of his mother. His immediate family means everything to him, but his search fuels his soul.

This story has everything – mystery, intrigue, action, romance, and a very strong female lead. I loved reading about Mistress J knowing this was set in the 1700s. There is the ongoing war, the familial feuds, the touching moments, and the answers to questions.

I was drawn into the story from page one and it kept hold until the last. I need to know the next chapter in the story of Prince Charlie's Angels, but specifically what happens to the traitor Hamish.



ELIZA KNIGHT is an award-winning and USA Today bestselling author of over fifty sizzling historical romances. Under the name E. Knight, she’s known for riveting tales that cross landscapes around the world. When not reading, writing, or researching, she chases after her three children. In her spare time she likes daydreaming, wine-tasting, traveling, hiking, and visiting with family and friends. She lives in Maryland.

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