The Falcon and the Sparrow

You probably remember Marylou Tyndall from the Pirate Series, which include:The Restitution, The Reliance, and The Redemption.

The Falcon and the Sparrow follows in that same exciting vein, only with a war background with Napoleon splashing color all over it.

I found this novel an excellent light read with no huge, mind numbing drafts of war history. It is historical romance, but the history is the icing and the story is the cake. It's an excellent mix. I believe you'll enjoy it.

Dominique Dawson was born in England, her mother was French and her father an Admiral in the British Navy. Alas, both parents have gone on to be with the Lord and Dominique faces a cruel, cold world all by herself... except the Hand of God cradles her.

The French blood was bad enough, but she also picked up a French accent while sojourning in France for four years. Then the French kidnapped her brother and threatened all kinds of dire happenings to him, including death, if she did not spy for France. She seems so timid, but beneath that lacy bodice pumps a heart of extreme courage. Who would tip toe in the middle of the night to a study that holds many secrets of a man who was well known not to sleep through the night? Egads! What courage... or stupidity is that? Her peace of mind is already rattled by worries of her brother, as well as the handsome employer Admiral Chase Randall. His little son needs a woman's touch which is why Dominique finds herself dripping rain-wet clothes all over his beautiful marble floor. He forgot her arrival date. And it gets worse from there.

The novel is somewhat formulaic, but there are some neat twists that keep your interest.


M. L. (MARYLU) TYNDALL grew up on the beaches of South Florida loving the sea and the warm tropics. But despite the beauty around her, she always felt an ache in her soul--a longing for something more.

After college, she married and moved to California where she had two children and settled into a job at a local computer company. Although she had done everything the world expected, she was still miserable. She hated her job and her marriage was falling apart.

Still searching for purpose, adventure and true love, she spent her late twenties and early thirties doing all the things the world told her would make her happy, and after years, her children suffered, her second marriage suffered, and she was still miserable.

One day, she picked up her old Bible, dusted it off, and began to read. Somewhere in the middle, God opened her hardened heart to see that He was real, that He still loved her, and that He had a purpose for her life, if she'd only give her heart to Him completely.