The Traitor (Captive Hearts, Book 2) by Grace Burrowes


Synopsis: As a young boy, British-born Sebastian St. Clair was abandoned in France and forced to join the French army in order to survive.

Now that the war is over, he has returned home to his beloved England, and is determined to live a quiet life as a country gentleman. He believes that his wish is about to come true when he begins to fall for his elderly aunt’s lovely companion, Miss Millicent Danforth.

But the French are not quite ready to let him go, and they’ve devised a devious plot that could destroy everything that Sebastian holds dear. He will have to use all of his wits if he plans on escaping this scheme with his life…and his love.

Review: The second book in the Captive Hearts Series was exactly what I expected and hoped for.  It wasn’t overly dramatic, but had moments between Sebastian and Milly that were passionate and beautiful. The moments where they learn to trust each other, the moments where Milly breaks through Sebastian’s defenses to show him that he can leave the battle ground in the past, makes for a beautiful story.  It isn’t the best Grace Burrowes story, but I did enjoy reading it and will read the third book in the series, The Laird.

Favorite Quotes: This scene is the second scene between Sebastian and Milly that have them giving in to their attraction.  This scene also shows how passionate Milly could be when it comes to her affection towards Sebastian.  She finds him late at night looking over documents he doesn’t want her to see, he also tries to give her an expensive brooch, which she finds very odd because she is a simple companion.  She believes he is preparing for another duel and is worried for him.  She speaks her frustrated mind when he can’t clearly see that he deserves more.

“Lady Freddy is desperate for me to have sons. She’s worked too long and hard to keep St. Clair holdings together to see the Crown get its hands on generations of family wealth. And while I am inclined to share her sense of possessiveness–”

Milly could not abide the drawling humor in his tone. She got her hands on him. Sank her fingers into his every-which-way hair, plastered herself to him, and kissed his fool, blathering mouth into silence.

“She wants you to have somebody to love, you idiot man,” she growled against his teeth. “Somebody to love you.”

He might have argued, except Milly was not turning loose of his mouth. Something shuddered through him, a groan or a sigh, and his arms came around her slowly, then quite, quite snugly.

“Better, my lord.”

“My aunt has hired a madwoman.”

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