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The pursuit
Lindsey, Johanna.
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First edition.
Publication Information:
New York : William Morrow, [2002]

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306 pages ; 25 cm
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It was to be a grand adventure for Melissa MacGregor -- an escape from the wilds of her Scottish home into the whirl of the London social season, and far from the stifling protectiveness of her mother's sixteen strapping, somewhat bumbling brothers, six of whom are named Ian. There the bewitching lass is sure to find a suitable husband who will not be intimidated by her suspicious uncles and who is more appealing than the many local suitors whom her uncles have already deemed unworthy. But before she begins her pursuit of a new life, Melissa is distracted by an intriguing gentleman stranger she encounters on her grandfather's lands.

Lincoln Ross Burnett is no stranger to Scotland, however. The seventeenth Viscount Cambury, Lincoln once called this fair land home -- until as a boy of twelve he was sent away to live with relatives in London after his father's death. To stay would surely have meant his own demise, for a bitter feud was raging around him, marking young Lincoln as a target of a brutal gang of "savages" who went by the name MacFearsons.

Now as he restlessly roams the countryside he so loved as a child, Lincoln can feel the anger and bitterness returning -- only to be dispelled by the beauty of the lady who stands before him. Though they part after but a few spoken words, the damage has been done: Lincoln's heart has been claimed forever, and he will never be complete again until Melissa MacGregor is his bride.

Though destiny is carrying them along separate paths, Lincoln knows he will pursue Melissa to London ... and to the ends of the earth, if necessary. But ties of blood and duty have made his heart's obsession with the enchanting beauty not only desperate but quite dangerous. For the woman Lincoln must have is the niece of those who, even now, are sworn to his destruction, and who are willing to dog his every step, even following two yearning souls fated to be lovers into the glittering world of the London ton. The longtime feud is raging hotter than ever before -- and even the irresistible shared passion of Lincoln and Melissa may not be powerful enough to withstand its devastating fire.

Author Notes

Johanna Lindsey is one of the world's most successful romance authors. She has written over 30 books, of which 54 million copies are in print and have been translated into 12 languages. Lindsey was born with the name Johanna Helen Howard on March 10, 1952.

As a young wife and mother, Lindsey became a great fan of romance novels and wrote her first book, Captive Bride in 1977, on a whim when she was 25. To the young author's great surprise, it made The New York Times Bestsellers list.

Lindsey had found a romance formula that worked. Take any setting past or present, introduce a rascally rakish male and a romantic heroine, let their hearts ignite with passion, lust, and love. Lindsey has something of a cult following, following such titles as "Heart of Thunder", "Hearts Aflame", "A Heart So Wild", and ''Keeper of the Heart". She has loyal fans reading "Glorious Angel" and "Gentle Rogue" and legions of devotees buying her Malory family series. In 2014 her title, Stormy Persuasion, made The New York Times Best Seller List

Because her father was in the U.S. Army, Lindsey traveled to many places as a child. She was born in Germany and grew up in Fort Knox, Kentucky. The family settled in Hawaii and Lindsey was married right after high school.

(Bowker Author Biography)

Reviews 4

Booklist Review

Melissa, the daughter of Kimberly and Lachlan MacGregor, whose story is told in Lindsey's Love Me Forever (1995), is now of marriageable age. In fact, she may well have been married already if 16 (yes, 16!) uncles hadn't chased all her suitors away. Now she is being sent to London to stay with Megan and Devlin St. James (from Man of My Dreams, 1992) for the season, and hopefully, she will finally find a husband there. But the day before she leaves, while swimming in a little pond with her young cousins, she meets Lincoln Ross Burnett, the viscount Cambury, who is visiting his estranged mother in the Scottish Highlands. After that unexpected meeting, they both know they need look no further for a mate but find that getting together in London is not as easy as they thought. And it turns out that Linc has a history with Melissa's uncles, and their conflict lands him on a slow boat to China. Although Lindsey isn't at her best here, this lackluster tale will nonetheless keep her many fans up-to-date with favorite characters and provide an enjoyable diversion. --Diana Tixier Herald

Publisher's Weekly Review

Energetic and expansive, good-natured and lusty, with enough flouncy dresses and galloping steeds to equip a comic opera, the sequel to Say You Love Me should delight Lindsey's many fans. From the moment that Melissa MacGregor and Lincoln Burnett set eyes on each other, they know they must be together. There's just one little problem actually, 16 very big problems: Melissa's uncles, who remember Lincoln as an out-of-control kid when they were growing up in Scotland. (After losing his father in an accident when he was a little boy, Lincoln was sent away by his mother to live with an aunt and uncle in England, and his bitterness toward his mother has grown ever since.) The uncles' obsession with Melissa's safety is just the excuse the clan of six-footers needs to treat Lincoln with brutish incivility for instance, conniving to stow him on a slow boat to China. But love cannot be shanghaied in a Lindsey novel, at least not for long, especially when it has a heroine like the strong-willed Melissa. The lovers pass one test after another, in the drawing rooms of the London season and the rugged terrain of the Highlands, meanwhile sharing hot kisses and the requisite night during which nothing goes unsaid or undone. What makes Lindsey special is that all her characters, major and minor, seem thrilled to be in the story; they manage even to have fun while pining or punching. There are no villains, only flawed human beings, occasionally misdirected by their loving hearts. (Apr. 1) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved

Library Journal Review

The one-day laydown means great expectations for this romance about a Scottish lass who must play off her beleaguered fianc against 16 uncles. (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

School Library Journal Review

Adult/High School-A lighthearted romp about the effects of a childhood misunderstanding that became a major feud. When Lincoln, Viscount Cambury, meets Melissa, it is love at first sight for both of them. However, their courtship is complicated because 20 years earlier her 16 uncles had become Lincoln's enemies even though they were just children. Now, the fellows are smotheringly protective of their only niece, and the couple does not have much time together as the entourage moves back and forth between England and Scotland. Most of the characters speak in a Scottish dialect. The story moves quickly, sometimes predictably, but with a few more creative elements toward the end. Readers get to know Lincoln and Melissa as individuals as they interact with the other characters, but the uncles are not well differentiated, although they don't need to be-six of them are even named Ian. Give this to readers who need cheering up; many scenes could be described as slapstick.-Claudia Moore, W. T. Woodson High School, Fairfax, VA (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.



The Pursuit Chapter One "You don't like your mother very much, d'you, m'boy?" Lincoln Ross Burnett, seventeenth viscount Cambury, glanced curiously at his aunt sitting across from him in the plush coach that was climbing ever higher into the Highlands of Scotland. The question wasn't surprising, at least to him. Yet it was one that would simply be ignored—if asked by anyone else. His Aunt Henry—only her husband and Lincoln had ever been permitted to call her Henry—was a sweet, cherubic woman in her forty-fifth year. A bit scatterbrained, but that merely made her more adorable. She was short, pudgy, and had a round face surrounded by an arch of frizzy gold curls. Her daughter, Edith, was identical, just a younger version. Neither was classically pretty, but they grew on you; each had her own endearing qualities. Lincoln loved them both. They were his family now, not the woman who had remained in the Highlands after she'd sent him off to live with his uncle in England nineteen years ago. He'd been only ten at the time, and had been devastated to have been ripped from the only home he'd known and sent to live among strangers. But the Burnetts didn't remain strangers. From the beginning they treated him like a son, even though they had no children yet. Edith was born the year after his arrival, and they were told, unfortunately, that she would be their one and only. So it wasn't surprising that his Uncle Richard decided to make him his heir, even changing his name so that the Burnett name would be preserved along with the title. It shouldn't bother him any longer. He'd lived more years in England now than he had at his home in Scotland. He'd lost the Scottish burr years ago, and he fit so well into English society that most people he was acquainted with had no idea he'd been born in Scotland. They thought Ross was merely his middle name, rather than his original surname. No, none of this should bother him a bit after all these years, but it bloody well did. He kept his bitterness firmly in hand, though—at least he'd thought no one had detected it. Yet his aunt's question suggested she knew the truth. Oddly, one of the things that Lincoln admired greatly in his aunt was that although she could bully with the best of them if it was a matter of health or welfare—and he'd spent many an unnecessary extra day in his bed getting over a cold to prove it—she didn't assert herself otherwise. If a matter was considered none of her business, she wouldn't try to make it her business. And how he felt about his mother was his business alone. Nor was he inclined to own up to those feelings, and so he asked Henriette evasively, "What gives you that idea?" "This brooding you've been doing since we left home isn't like you, and you've never been so tense—nor so silent, I might add. You haven't said a word since Edith dozed off." Thankfully, he had the perfect excuse. "I've had a lot on my mind since you announced Edith was going to have her come-out in the grand old style this season and volunteered me as her chaperone. I don't know the first bloody thing about chaperoning a young miss who's shopping for a husband." "Nonsense, there's nothing complicated about it. And you did agree it's past time for you to do that shopping for yourself, since you've no one in particular in mind yet either. You should have already got your own family started. You've been tardy, which is fine for a man, but Edith can't afford to be. So you accomplish the same goal together. It's a brilliant plan, and you know it. You haven't changed your mind, have you?" "No, but—" "Well, then, we are back to my question, aren't we?" Henriette persisted. "No, actually, I've answered that, and if not to your satisfaction, at least be assured there is nothing for you to be concerned about." "Nonsense," she disagreed again. "Just because I haven't nagged you about the direction you choose for your life, doesn't mean I haven't been immeasurably concerned when you've trod down the wrong paths." "Immeasurably?" He raised a brow, accompanied with a grin he couldn't hold back. She humphed over his amusement. "You will not dillydally around the subject thinking you can avoid it this time." He sighed. "Very well, what else has led to this amazing assumption that I don't like my mother?" "Possibly because you haven't visited her in nineteen years?" It had been ripping him up, the stark beauty of the view out the coach window. His mind hadn't been playing reminiscent tricks on him all these years. The Highlands of Scotland were as wild and magnificent as he remembered—and he'd missed his homeland more than even he had realized, to go by the effect that seeing it again was having on him. But even that hadn't been enough to draw him back here sooner. "There's been no need to visit her here, since she's visited England numerous times," he pointed out. "And you managed to be busy elsewhere most of those times," she countered. "Unavoidable circumstance," he maintained, though her expression said she wasn't buying that either. "I'd say pulling teeth would be easier." "The timing was never convenient." "Faugh, none of your reasons ever washed. Excuses all. Goodness, don't think I've ever seen you blush, m'boy. Hit the mark, did I?" His blush, of course, just deepened, now that it had been pointed out. The increased embarrassment turned his voice quite . . . The Pursuit . Copyright ¬© by Johanna Lindsey. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold. Excerpted from The Pursuit by Johanna Lindsey All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. 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