4 ½ stars and a Top Pick from Romantic Times! "…I was captivated and read Ms. McLaughlin's tale in one sitting. The characters are believable and well drawn, the research is impeccable and the description of the pristine wilderness breathtaking."—Deborah Brent, Romantic Times

"Terrific—very compelling and dramatic. I really got wrapped up in the story and characters."—Suzanne Forster, best-selling author

"A wonderfully romantic tale, rich in love, intricately woven with historical detail. A story definitely on a par with The Last of The Mohicans!"—Catherine Snodgrass, award-winning author of Always Faithful and Silk Dreams And Satin Lies

"...A fantastic journey! From the wilds of frontier America to the bustling streets of old Quebec City, Ms. McLaughlin pens a tale so gripping that I couldn't turn the pages fast enough. War is a bloody topic, but the author conveyed its intensity without gory details. Historically, this story gives readers another side of the French and Indian War, a side that shows how horrifying it was for the people. Excellent research and well-drawn characters are the high points of this incredible novel. Reminiscent of The Last of The Mohicans but with an even more personal touch, Rogue's Hostage is a must read book for lovers of adventure and romance."—Jani Brooks, Romance Reviews Today

...She sighed and whispered the words she had wanted to say for a week. “I love you, Jacques.”

There was a long silence, then a sigh. “You’ll get over it.”

She stiffened. What kind of nonsense was that? He was still determined to send her away. “Love is not a disease.” Then an even more disheartening thought occurred to her. “You don’t love me, do you?”

Jacques closed his eyes. It might be kinder to let her believe that. Denying his love for her was akin to cutting off his arm. Eight years ago, he had cut all ties to his family and survived. And, as painful as it would be, he could live without Mara. As long as he knew she was safe.

But he couldn’t lie to her, not after all they’d been through. “I do love you,” he said. “But sometimes love isn’t enough.”

“How can that be?” she asked, puzzlement apparent in the tone of her voice.