Fiction-Romance/Fantasy
Whimsical Publications,
LLC/paperback, 232 pages
May 2009
$12.95
ISBN-13: 978-0-9787738-7-8
Whimsical Publications,
LLC/paperback, 232 pages
May 2009
$12.95
ISBN-13: 978-0-9787738-7-8
He was hewn from cruelty and violence.
He felt nothing, he was nothing. He was wild, untamed, a shadow, a hand of death, a law unto himself. He had never
known love. He had never felt love.
Except…
For the amaranth flower. Perfect, undying, beautiful. The only soft thing in his hardened world. The only thing he had
ever held in reverence, and the only thing to ever offer him solace.
He had never faltered in his assignments. His hand had never wavered. But that was before he’d been ordered to
kidnap her. A woman of unique disposition, undaunted in the face of her adversity. A woman bearing the same name
as the immortal flower he so cherished.
She could be his greatest downfall…or his greatest treasure.
He felt nothing, he was nothing. He was wild, untamed, a shadow, a hand of death, a law unto himself. He had never
known love. He had never felt love.
Except…
For the amaranth flower. Perfect, undying, beautiful. The only soft thing in his hardened world. The only thing he had
ever held in reverence, and the only thing to ever offer him solace.
He had never faltered in his assignments. His hand had never wavered. But that was before he’d been ordered to
kidnap her. A woman of unique disposition, undaunted in the face of her adversity. A woman bearing the same name
as the immortal flower he so cherished.
She could be his greatest downfall…or his greatest treasure.
An owl hooted outside, it’s call low and mournful. For some reason, that made her shiver also.She frowned, wondering
where her jitters were coming from. She hadn’t been scared of the dark since she’d been five, and she usually found
the sounds of the night calming and peaceful. She shook her head. She was probably just on edge because of her
worrisome thoughts. It would do her well to get a good night’s rest.
Turning away from her vanity mirror, she moved toward her bed, but stopped with a gasp when she saw a shadow
pass across her window. Her heart stuttered in her chest, then thumped hard against her rib cage. She blinked and
kept her eyes on the window for several seconds. No other movement came.
She debated on her course of action and knew she should leave her room to go find a servant or a guard, but she
was no cowering child. Besides, she didn’t even know if she had actually seen anything at all. She was exhausted and
there was a very good possibility that that, coupled with all the worrying she had been doing all day, had made her
eyes play tricks on her.
Taking a quick glance around her room, she snatched up a heavy, silver candlestick. It wasn’t the best weapon, but it
was better than nothing. Clutching it tightly in her hand, she approached her window, which lead out onto a balcony.
Tentatively, she poked her head out and scanned the area. Nothing.
She breathed a sigh of relief and stepped out onto the balcony, letting her eyes gaze across the moonlit gardens of
the castle. She smiled and turned to go back inside, but in-stead of finding the open window granting her access into
her chambers, she bumped into a solid object that caused her to gasp and stagger backwards.
She grasped the candlestick tight and raised it, ready to swing away, but her hand stopped in mid-air as her eyes fell
upon the face of the stranger before her.
He was very tall and dressed all in black, almost as if the night itself was cloaking him, and his face… It was wicked.
Demonic almost in its darkness with green eyes that seared her…like jade fire. His black hair framed a face harshly
and cruelly beautiful and shivers broke out all over her body. Shivers of fear.
The menace that radiated off of him was almost nauseating in its intensity and her shock abated into horror.
Something clicked back into place in her mind and she swung her arm at him in an attempt to hit him with her weapon.
He shackled her wrist easily with his own large, gloved hand, and he squeezed until she was forced to drop the
candlestick. It fell to the ground with an echoing thump. His burning eyes never left her face, causing her heart to
hammer in fear as his sculpted lips broke into a malevolent sneer. He stepped up close to her, trapping her with his
presence alone, and she felt a scream boil up her throat. She opened her mouth to release it, but no sound emerged.
He grasped the back of her head and pressed a cloth over her nose and mouth, restricting her air supply and
replacing it with something noxious, something that made her stomach turn and her vision go blurry.
She squeezed her eyes shut, vaguely aware of the fact that she was fighting against him, not that it did any amount of
good. The stranger was as solid and unmovable as an oak tree. Slowly, her consciousness slipped into dim
confusion. Then…darkness…
where her jitters were coming from. She hadn’t been scared of the dark since she’d been five, and she usually found
the sounds of the night calming and peaceful. She shook her head. She was probably just on edge because of her
worrisome thoughts. It would do her well to get a good night’s rest.
Turning away from her vanity mirror, she moved toward her bed, but stopped with a gasp when she saw a shadow
pass across her window. Her heart stuttered in her chest, then thumped hard against her rib cage. She blinked and
kept her eyes on the window for several seconds. No other movement came.
She debated on her course of action and knew she should leave her room to go find a servant or a guard, but she
was no cowering child. Besides, she didn’t even know if she had actually seen anything at all. She was exhausted and
there was a very good possibility that that, coupled with all the worrying she had been doing all day, had made her
eyes play tricks on her.
Taking a quick glance around her room, she snatched up a heavy, silver candlestick. It wasn’t the best weapon, but it
was better than nothing. Clutching it tightly in her hand, she approached her window, which lead out onto a balcony.
Tentatively, she poked her head out and scanned the area. Nothing.
She breathed a sigh of relief and stepped out onto the balcony, letting her eyes gaze across the moonlit gardens of
the castle. She smiled and turned to go back inside, but in-stead of finding the open window granting her access into
her chambers, she bumped into a solid object that caused her to gasp and stagger backwards.
She grasped the candlestick tight and raised it, ready to swing away, but her hand stopped in mid-air as her eyes fell
upon the face of the stranger before her.
He was very tall and dressed all in black, almost as if the night itself was cloaking him, and his face… It was wicked.
Demonic almost in its darkness with green eyes that seared her…like jade fire. His black hair framed a face harshly
and cruelly beautiful and shivers broke out all over her body. Shivers of fear.
The menace that radiated off of him was almost nauseating in its intensity and her shock abated into horror.
Something clicked back into place in her mind and she swung her arm at him in an attempt to hit him with her weapon.
He shackled her wrist easily with his own large, gloved hand, and he squeezed until she was forced to drop the
candlestick. It fell to the ground with an echoing thump. His burning eyes never left her face, causing her heart to
hammer in fear as his sculpted lips broke into a malevolent sneer. He stepped up close to her, trapping her with his
presence alone, and she felt a scream boil up her throat. She opened her mouth to release it, but no sound emerged.
He grasped the back of her head and pressed a cloth over her nose and mouth, restricting her air supply and
replacing it with something noxious, something that made her stomach turn and her vision go blurry.
She squeezed her eyes shut, vaguely aware of the fact that she was fighting against him, not that it did any amount of
good. The stranger was as solid and unmovable as an oak tree. Slowly, her consciousness slipped into dim
confusion. Then…darkness…
| Reviews for Amaranth of the Wild Things |
| Excerpt for Amaranth of the Wild Things |
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Comment/review = Amaranth of the Wild Things was excellent! The descriptions of Jaiden's captivity while the
Rezzegard were attempting to break him were horrible, but rang true. A hard man, growing up in a hard environment
versus a rich, spoiled child snatched in her night clothes from her bed and thrown into a world unlike her own. Who
wins or who ties? Well worth your book purchasing dollars!
Valkyrie's Lady
Reviewer for Manic Readers
Rating: 3.5 stars
Comment/review = Virtually nothing in this world holds any meaning for Jaide Sideth, aside from a tiny red flower
called an amaranth. Any feelings he may have been born with were beat and tortured out of him by the Rezzegard;
survival by stone cold determination is all he knows.
She may be a princess by birthright, but Amara of Catlaan is the antitheses of pampered and coddled. She delights
in running wild through her father’s kingdom and is nearly as skilled as any of his royal guard.
Jaide takes on a job that he finds only slightly more annoying than usual. Kidnapping is not his forte, but killing is.
Solitude is his only comfort, so finding himself as captor to a very outspoken and devilishly feisty princess tests his
very last nerve. Amara knows only one way to live her life, and that is to find any amount of joy or peace she can in
any given situation. Jaide proves to be her toughest challenge yet, but the deeper she delves into his blackened
heart, the more she enlightens his aching soul.
For a fantasy novel, this book holds a wealth of truth and emotion. The desperation and pain that radiates from Jaide
literally makes your heart hurt. Amara is very much his equal as well as his opposite, and it is her strength of spirit
that cracks his soul wide open, allowing the readers into his heart. It is painful to watch a man lose control of who and
what he is, but by the eloquently written words of Ms. Robertson, you are given a rare glimpse into an amazing
transformation.
Lototy
Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance & More
Rating: 5 Cups
Rezzegard were attempting to break him were horrible, but rang true. A hard man, growing up in a hard environment
versus a rich, spoiled child snatched in her night clothes from her bed and thrown into a world unlike her own. Who
wins or who ties? Well worth your book purchasing dollars!
Valkyrie's Lady
Reviewer for Manic Readers
Rating: 3.5 stars
Comment/review = Virtually nothing in this world holds any meaning for Jaide Sideth, aside from a tiny red flower
called an amaranth. Any feelings he may have been born with were beat and tortured out of him by the Rezzegard;
survival by stone cold determination is all he knows.
She may be a princess by birthright, but Amara of Catlaan is the antitheses of pampered and coddled. She delights
in running wild through her father’s kingdom and is nearly as skilled as any of his royal guard.
Jaide takes on a job that he finds only slightly more annoying than usual. Kidnapping is not his forte, but killing is.
Solitude is his only comfort, so finding himself as captor to a very outspoken and devilishly feisty princess tests his
very last nerve. Amara knows only one way to live her life, and that is to find any amount of joy or peace she can in
any given situation. Jaide proves to be her toughest challenge yet, but the deeper she delves into his blackened
heart, the more she enlightens his aching soul.
For a fantasy novel, this book holds a wealth of truth and emotion. The desperation and pain that radiates from Jaide
literally makes your heart hurt. Amara is very much his equal as well as his opposite, and it is her strength of spirit
that cracks his soul wide open, allowing the readers into his heart. It is painful to watch a man lose control of who and
what he is, but by the eloquently written words of Ms. Robertson, you are given a rare glimpse into an amazing
transformation.
Lototy
Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance & More
Rating: 5 Cups
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