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Rosalie Threston's fortune-telling lies have caught up with her. Uprooted yet again, she's on the run from a ruthless English noblewoman. She flees to Scotland and seeks refuge in the arms of a laird's son who happens to be a real Seer.
A bloody past and inevitable future plague Domhnall Montgomerie. He avoids physical contact with others to ease the painful visions. When an accidental touch reveals only delight, he wonders if Rose is the key to silencing the Sight. Mystical awakening unravels with each kiss. But can Domhnall embrace his gift in time to save her life, even it means exposing her lies?
Rosalie huffed but shuffled around him. “Excuse me, Sir Montgomerie.”
“It’s just Domhnall.” Shame skittered to the forefront of his mind. He lived a privileged life, hardly understanding the commoner, try as he might by pacing the streets afoot. In his mind, all people were equal, though society and nobles held other opinions of the lesser born. Not him. Not if he became laird. When. He sighed. When he became laird. Despite his parents’ noble upbringing, they celebrated every man, woman, and child’s God-given gifts. All should have opportunity. Here, men and women were treated fairly, as fair as they could get with the demanding barons and the king.
He was trying hard to help a woman who maybe didn’t want his help. When would he learn he could only help others so much?
He blinked away that pain. Why now? Why remember that awful memory? He’d only been a lad himself at the time. He hadn’t understood the power that rested in his visions. He swallowed.
“Here.” He grabbed a crate from her, his hand accidentally brushing hers. A cool rush traveled up his fingers to his elbow. His blood pressure dipped, darkness luring him. No, he chided. Blazes, no! He commanded the vision to relent. The black curtain crossing his eyes quickly dissipated as blood flowed to his fingers. His extremities instantly warmed.
What was that?
Had he successfully halted a vision midstream? It had been years—years!—since his last true vision, if he didn’t count the strange man’s reappearance this week and Venora’s chilling words. Och, plus the misstep with that drunkard in Edinburgh a month ago.
He picked up another crate, handed it to her, deliberately touching her fingers, testing the radical idea. Heart in throat. Bold. So bold. Nothing. Nothing but an attraction to the golden-haired lass welled within him. No vision. Only interest. Only…
He wanted to try again. And again. Too bold. Rein it in, Domhnall.
“Wh-what’s your name? Uh, family name, I mean?” He coughed to mask his discomfort.
She shook her head whilst accepting his help and blew a winded breath. “Why does it matter? I’m not associated with any clans. My name is just a name. I’m not the one hiding behind a family name, Domhnall Montgomerie.”
“But it is your name.” Did she hail from the isles? Was she an Ancient?
She narrowed her eyes but softened the glower on her face with his gentle words. “Threston. Rosalie Threston, and you’ve met Oswell. Nelda is in Edinburgh keeping the shop with the aid of our neighbor, the herbalist.”
“You’ve no other kin?” He kicked at the ground, cursing his tongue. He loaded the crate with the cats into the cart. “I-I mean, parents, siblings?” Husband?
She rushed to the cat crate. “Let me.” She cooed and hushed the yowling beasties. “Duo, Trēs, there, there.”
“Two and three?”
Her cheeks flushed. Stitches, he was embarrassing her when all he wanted was to find a common ground.She liked cats. He liked cats. He was a Seer. She was—
“Yes, what of it?”
“Is there a ‘one’?” He recalled his Latin teachings at Dryburgh Abbey with the priests. Where had Rosalie heard or studied Latin? In Mass?
“Afraid not. Una died three years ago. Quattuor is in Edinburgh with my aunt.”
He smiled, pleasure expanding in his chest. “You like Latin?”
She shrugged. “I like numbers. I can’t read words, but numbers I understand well. I saw a tool at the engraver’s in the marketplace. An abacus. Have you heard of it?” Interest replaced her glower.
4 out of 5 (very good)
A Hundred Lies is a historical romance with a supernatural twist. Rosalie has made a living from gathering information and reading body language to portray herself as a fortune-teller. Unfortunately for her, a Lady with no scruples has decided she knows too much and wants to silence her. This leads to Rosie and her family travelling to Scotland to try to escape.
The amount of detail and research in this book is amazing, leading to a rich a comprehensive story. The characters are all well-described, even if you don't like them! This book is part of The Hundred Kisses series but it can be read as a standalone as I did. The only downside to that is that I now want to read the others too. 😁
I thoroughly enjoyed every word of this novel and thought the ending was superb, tying everything up nicely. If you like your romances to have a twist, then I can absolutely recommend this one!
* A copy of this book was provided to me with no requirements for a review. I voluntarily read this book, and the comments here are my honest opinion. *
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Jean’s background is in science and she draws from her interests in history, nature, and her family for inspiration. She writes historical and contemporary romances and women's fiction. She also writes articles for family-oriented travel magazines and websites. When she's not writing or chasing after children, she enjoys tending to her flower gardens, hiking, and doing just about anything in the outdoors.
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