5 Hearts
“ . . . a wonderful book which left me spellbound. I highly recommend it to anyone.”
~ Brenda Talley, The Romance Studio (November 2008)
5 Stars
“Kiss Of A Traitor is a fabulous look at the American Revolution through the loving eyes of two adversaries.”
~ Harriett Klausner, Midwest Book Review
3 Stars – HOT
“The well-researched novel exhibits such descriptive language that one feels in the center of the action.”
~ Keitha Hart, Romantic Times Bookreviews (January 2009)
“Filled with plenty of laugh-out-loud scenes . . . and quite a few very steamy intimate encounters, Kiss Of A Traitor is a fast-paced, well-written story.”
~ Jani Brooks, Romance Reviews Today
“Lindler’s Kiss Of A Traitor has intelligent characters who keep the story rolling along. A great novel.”
~ Night Owl Romance
“This well-researched novel exhibits such descriptive language that one feels in the center of the action. Readers will adore the heroine, who develops into a strong, capable person.”
~ Romantic Times BOOKreviews
“Cat Lindler and Kiss Of A Traitor is destined to provide you with hours of entertainment and leave you with a hero and heroine that will stay with you long after you have turned the last page.”
~Debby, SingleTitles.com (January 2009)
“Reviewer’s Pick. The author sets up the story perfectly; witty banter, and a skillful pen that forces the reader into feeling the emotions of her characters, as well as an understanding of the historical time in early American history.”
~Lauren Calder, Affaire de Coeur (September 2009)
“Ms. Lindler is an excellent author with a wonderful book you've gotta read. I look forward to more of her work.”
~Brynna Curry, YouGottaReadReviews.blogspot.com (October 2009)
Georgetown, South Carolina October 1780 A new day was emerging, a fresh chance to catch Francis Marion. Wilhelmina Bellingham raised a hand to defl ect the sun’s glare as it mounted the sky. She examined the marsh and wrinkled her nose at the salty tang, an odor of fi sh and crabs, and rotting logs in brackish water. Midges and mosquitoes settled on shallow pools. Fiddler crabs vied for the few muddy patches poking above the water. A marsh harrier soared overhead, then dipped down to skim the reeds and cattails. And at the edge of the open marsh, live oaks spread shadowy fi ngers over a sea of motionless gold-green grass. She remained transfi xed for a moment and basked in the peaceful solitude of her most beloved refuge. A mosquito buzzed in her ear and broke the spell. She waved it away. Her thoughts veered from the sharp calls of fl ocking grackles and red-wing blackbirds to her task, bringing the rebel traitor, Francis Marion, to the King’s justice. Pulling off the sheer scarf draped over her head and shoulders, she shoved it into her trouser pocket. Though barely morning, muggy air painted wet circles on her back.Sweat dripped into her eyes, and she wiped her face with her shirtsleeve. The survey satisfi ed her, and she nudged her horse, Cherokee, forward. He waded through the shallows, moving off the salt marsh and into the cypress swamp where the fl ute-like pit-pit-pit-pit from hermit thrushes beneath glossy-dark magnolia bushes heralded their passage. They progressed a hundred yards or so when Cherokee pulled up, lifted his head, and pricked his ears forward. His nostrils trembled. A flicker rippled across his hide, and goose bumps rose on Willa’s skin.
