Read on to learn more about THE HIGHLANDER'S RELUCTANT BRIDE
Determined
to keep the Macrory clan’s holdings out of the clutches of marauding pirates,
King Robert II sends his man, Lord Ranald Scott, to hold Scaurness Castle.
There, Laird Macrory lays dying, awaiting word from his son who is missing on
the battlefields of France. If the son is not found before the old laird dies,
Ranald will take over as laird—and marry Laird Macrory’s headstrong
daughter.
Lady Caitriona sees no reason she cannot rule the clan in her brother’s stead, and is bitterly disappointed with the king’s decision to send a man to oversee the castle and people. Not only is Ranald Scott only distantly related to the Macrory clan, but he was her childhood nemesis. She has little trust or like for him.
Her disappointment turns to panic when the king’s plan is completely revealed and she realizes she must wed Ranald. Pirates, treachery, and a four-year-old girl stand between her and Ranald’s chance at happiness. What will it take for them to learn to trust each other and find the love they both deserve?
Lady Caitriona sees no reason she cannot rule the clan in her brother’s stead, and is bitterly disappointed with the king’s decision to send a man to oversee the castle and people. Not only is Ranald Scott only distantly related to the Macrory clan, but he was her childhood nemesis. She has little trust or like for him.
Her disappointment turns to panic when the king’s plan is completely revealed and she realizes she must wed Ranald. Pirates, treachery, and a four-year-old girl stand between her and Ranald’s chance at happiness. What will it take for them to learn to trust each other and find the love they both deserve?
EXCERPT:
Absently Riona brushed
a wayward strand of dark auburn hair from her face as she took two quick paces
to catch up with him. The movement reminded Ranald of her as a child.
“I don’t suppose ye
were too anxious to come here,” she said.
He formed a rueful
expression. “Nae. ‘Twas no’ my first choice.”
“I know ye dinnae like
it here. Ye always seemed relieved to depart.”
Ranald laughed. “‘Twas
ye I dinnae like.”
Rather than take
offence, Riona nodded again. “Nor I ye.”
“Ye were a difficult
lass.”
She drew up short,
staring at him. “Me? Difficult? All I ever wanted was to be included. Ye were
forever running off, trying to leave me behind.”
Ranald did not check
his pace. “Ach, we did let ye play sometimes.”
With a huff, Riona
scrambled to his side. “Oh, aye. Ye let me play ‘princess.’ The princess ye
kidnapped and held for ransom by tying me to a tree all afternoon.” She grabbed
at her skirt again as she stumbled and caught herself.
Ranald paused and his
horse tossed his head at his master’s sudden halt, but Riona didn’t slow her stride.
With one long pace he was even with her again.
“And what about the
time ye let me go fishing?” she tossed at him. “Except I had to sit in the
bottom of the boat and use my skirt to hold yer catch. I smelled of fish for a
week.”
Ranald chuckled and shook
his head. “That wasnae me, lass.”
She bit her lip, and
Ranald wondered why her straight, white teeth fascinated him so. He stared at
the reddened mark her bite left behind.
“True,” she allowed.
“Ye dinnae like the water, do ye?”
Ranald swallowed back his
wayward thoughts. This was Riona, his childhood nemesis, not the sweet widow
he’d left behind at Scott Castle.
He caught her sideways
glance at him and realized he’d not answered her. “Nae. ‘Tis all that up and
down and sideways motion. Makes my stomach churn.”
“How do ye intend to be
laird of a people who live by the sea?”
“I cannae say if I’ll
ever be much of a sailor, but I will be laird.”
BUY
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