Taming the Heiress
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"He's got the magic of seeing the water horses. And why shouldn't he?" Meg asked with a smile. "He's the son of the most wonderful each-uisge of them all."
Dougal chuckled softly and drew them close, his son and his wife and the small one she carried, tucked them in his arms and closed his eyes in silent gratitude. A wave of love poured through him, magical, powerful, so real. Meg tilted her head toward him and he kissed her mouth tenderly.
"We'd better go downstairs now, my dear baroness," he murmured. "We've guests to welcome to the Caran Light."
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Scottish legends often tell of kelpies, the water creatures who inhabit rivers, lochs, and oceans. Most common were river and freshwater kelpies who took the form of dark horses or great bulls—these were unpleasant beasties who could drag an innocent human to a drowning death. Sea kelpies appear in the oldest Celtic tales, and are the most ancient form of these supernatural water creatures.
The each-uisge, or water horse (eich-uisge is the plural form) could appear as either a beautiful white horse—sometimes seen dancing and racing in the strongest waves—or that of a handsome man, often with green eyes. In the guise of a man, the kelpie would find a maiden to bear him a child, and later he would return for his offspring and take he or she with him under the waves, never to be seen again. Tradition claimed that if a maiden gazed upon the kelpie in dawn's light, she would be haunted by her love for him forever.
In Taming the Heiress, I wanted to write a romantic and passionate story that would blend Celtic myth with the "modern" setting of Victorian Scotland, when the dynamic tension between tradition and improvement was high. The integrity of the Gaelic culture had been compromised in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries by English rule, modern advancements, and the devastation of the Highland clearances. However, many dedicated Scotsmen and Scotswomen worked to protect and preserve the ancient and beautiful Gaelic language, legends, music, and customs, and kept them from being lost in an English stew.
Just before and throughout the Victorian age, engineering feats transformed Scotland and opened the remote and beautiful Highlands to the world. Increasing national pride, Queen Victoria's love of the Highlands, and an appetite for adventure fed the burgeoning tourist industry, although the Scots sometimes greeted the wave of visitors with mixed reaction.
Other elements of Victorian life and advancement intrigued me while I researched this story. Diving was used routinely by engineers whose works involved bodies of water. In fact, Robert Louis Stevenson, himself an engineer, wrote of his own experiences while diving to examine the submerged foundation of a lighthouse. The magnificent lighthouses that ring Scotland owe their existence primarily to several generations of the Stevenson family, and I am indebted myself to Bella Bathurst for her brilliant study of those men and their works in her book, The Lighthouse Stevensons (HarperCollins, New York, 1999).
I hope you loved Meg and Dougal's story in Taming the Heiress. Please look for the other two volumes in my Victorian Scottish trilogy featuring characters from this book. Waking the Princess—the story of Aedan MacBride's quest to break the ancient curse that prevents him from ever knowing true love—is the second book. The third story belongs to Evan Mackenzie, who as the newly inherited Earl of Kildonan returns to the Highland mountains of his childhood, where he must face a private demon and meet a Highland angel in Kissing the Countess.
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"Oh, Sir Aedan, the guests are here," the housekeeper said, drawing aside the lace window curtain in the upstairs hallway. "The lady looks a bonny wee lass. And the gentleman is braw and fine!"
"Wee lass?" Aedan Macbride asked, stepping to the window. "Sir Edgar Neaves is sending an antiquarian from the museum, a Mrs. Blackburn, who is likely to be an elderly sort. She is bringing a companion, I thought." Glad to be spared Neaves's company, Aedan was somewhat surprised that a man and a young woman had arrived instead.
"A gentleman and a young lassie. And she looks habbled by the wind. That Tam drives like a madman," Mrs. Gunn said.
Curious now, Aedan looked down over the graveled drive.
Tam Durie, the driver, lifted out some baggage while a gentleman in a bowler hat and brown jacket stepped from an open carriage with the aid of a cane. He turned to assist his companion, a woman, from the carriage.
In the twilight shadows, she was slender and graceful in gray and black. Tucking stray curls under her black bonnet, she glanced up at the house.
She was younger than Aedan had expected, her face serene and lovely. He saw the glint of spectacles on her nose.
Pewter-gray skirts billowed, full and plain, devoid of the flounces and fussy bits favored by his cousins. Wind stirred her short black cape and shivered the ribbons of her bonnet over glossy dark hair. She was a vision of simplicity and grace.
He felt, oddly, that he had seen her before. Had they met at some soiree in Edinburgh or Glasgow? He knew a few of Sir Edgar's acquaintances, but he would have remembered this delicate, bespectacled young woman.
"A wee bit lass." Behind him, Mrs. Gunn peered down with vivid interest. "Could that be her husband?"
"Perhaps," he murmured, as the young woman turned toward her male companion, a hand upon his arm. "Gunnie, do show the guests to their rooms, and give them a chance to rest. They can meet everyone in the morning."
"Very well, sir. Lady Balmossie and Miss Amy will ride over from Balmossie Castle in the morning, likely with that wicked Miss Thistle. The last time she was here, she hit me on the head with a sugar spoon," she complained.
"Thistle can be a bit dangerous at teatime," Aedan agreed.
Mrs. Gunn huffed. "Aye! Well, let yer guests meet the dafties all at once and have done with it."
Aedan nearly smiled. "A good idea."
"Mr. Stewart will be here, too, with his new bride, but they're not so daftie as the rest." Mrs. Gunn's blue eyes twinkled. "Well, then. I'll greet them and ask one of the Jeanies to bring them some supper, how's that?" Mrs. Gunn said.
"Very good." As Aedan watched, the young woman tilted her head to look up at the window. "My God," he murmured.
Seeing the exquisite, familiar curve of her cheek and the line of her throat, he felt as if he took a blow to the midsection.
He had dreamed endlessly of that face.
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She looked very much like the lush, mysterious beauty in the painting that hung in his study. The artist, he recalled, had been called Blackburn, and the model had been the artist's wife—who would be a widow now, he suddenly realized, for the fellow had died a few years ago.
Frowning, he watched her in astonishment. When the young woman peered up at the window, Aedan felt a sudden, unmistakable tug of recognition.
Dear God, he thought. Despite the spectacles, the plain bonnet and dress that disguised womanly curves, he knew her. He would know that face, those luscious curves anywhere.
"Oh, my," Mrs. Gunn said. "That lass looks... och, me, she looks like the one in that—that picture!" She clapped her hand on her broad bosom. "Is it so? A Blackburn, you say? Och, me!"
"We do not know that this is the girl," Aedan murmured.
"Are ye blind, sir? 'Tis her indeed! What a kerfuffle! Your auntie will be heart-roasted to have an... artist's model in this house, sir! Heart-roasted!"
Aedan shook his head slightly. "We should not decide hastily what this Mrs. Blackburn is about."
"If she's an artist's model, I can tell ye what she's aboot," Mrs. Gunn said ominously.
"Be nice, Gunnie," Aedan drawled, distracted as he looked downward at the woman who moved out of sight.
Surely, he thought, she was the mysterious, lovely girl in the painting that haunted his dreams.
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As Susan King and Sarah Gabriel, she has written several historical romances for Penguin Putnam and Avon; as Susan Fraser King, she writes historical fiction, including Lady Macbeth: A Novel, and Queen Hereafter: A Novel of Margaret of Scotland, from Random House.
A former college lecturer and founding member of the popular Word Wenches blog, Susan holds graduate degrees in art history and lives in Maryland with her family.
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Table of Contents
Cover
Dedication
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Epilogue
A Note from the Publisher
Author's Note
Excerpt from WAKING THE PRINCESS (The Scottish Lairds, Book 2)
Meet the Author