Adventures of a Scottish Heiress
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For a time, Ian had worried about Fiona and Janet. They suffered occasional bouts of homesickness although that might soon change. Their neighbor, a fine young farmer named Mr. Cartwright, had begun courting Fiona, and several gentlemen in the area had asked to pay their respects to Janet. She said she wasn’t ready yet, but the time was coming.
At that moment, from the other side of the door, Lyssa shouted his name, the sound ending with a soft moan that tore at Ian’s heart.
He stopped his pacing outside her door. They’d just finished the house and it smelled of new lumber and paint. Johnny and Maeve had been sitting on the staircase, waiting with the rest of them. Maeve now rose and ran over to Ian to give him a commiserating hug.
“She doesn’t sound happy with you,” Liam said.
Ian sank down into a chair, pulling Maeve into his lap. “I don’t think she is.”
“She isn’t,” Janet cheerily confirmed as she ran out of the room, having overheard what they’d said. She patted her children on their heads, disappeared a moment into her own room, and then came back carrying clean rags.
“Will she be all right?” Ian asked.
“Once this baby is born,” Janet promised and disappeared back into the room again, shutting the door firmly behind her.
Ian buried his face in his hands just as Lyssa cried out again and again, this time with more urgency. He didn’t think he could stand listening to her in such pain. Dear God, he’d never touch her again, not if it could cause her so much misery.
Liam put a manly hand on his uncle’s shoulder and even Johnny, his expression serious, moved to hook an arm around Ian’s shoulders.
“Don’t you wish this was over?” Maeve asked. She ran her hand along Ian’s jaw and then drew back. “You’re scratchy. Will you scratch the baby?”
Ian rubbed his hand across his face and agreed. He’d shave. That’s what he could do. And mayhap when he was done, the baby would be born.
As it was, he took no more than one step, when he heard the sound of a baby’s cry—and no sound had ever been sweeter.
Finally Janet opened the door and Ian flew through, anxious to see his wife and be reassured she was fine.
In the feathered recesses of the bed he’d built for them with his own hands, Lyssa gave him a tired, satisfied smile. Her curls were every which way and, in spite of her white embroidered nightdress, she looked like she’d been in a fight.
He didn’t think he’d ever seen her more beautiful.
“Did you see him?” Lyssa asked.
“Him?” Ian turned just as Fiona walked over and placed a red-faced, angry-with-the-world infant in his arms.
“Congratulations, brother.”
Liam and Johnny hollered liked wild men and danced around the room. They’d wanted a boy. Maeve didn’t even pout, but pushed forward to see the baby.
Stunned at the wee marvel in his arms, Ian sat on the edge of the bed. Lyssa reached up and pulled him to her side so she could see her baby’s face.
“Isn’t he a miracle?” she whispered, touching his tiny fingers.
“Perfect,” Ian agreed. Holding his son was a revelation…and he discovered that settled deep within him now was the peace that had eluded him since his exile from Dublin.
His life had come full circle.
He glanced up at the crucifix on the bedpost that had been in his family for generations. Lyssa had placed it there the day he’d finished building the bed. He still didn’t practice, but it reminded him of his heritage, of his family. He knew that someday he would make his peace with the Church. He must. He had to give his son tradition.
Lyssa reached up and ran her fingers lightly across the baby’s downy head. “His name?” she asked.
“Daniel. If you agree,” he added diplomatically. “It was my father’s name. Daniel Dunmore Campion.”
Her smile was all the approval he needed. “Daniel,” she repeated. “A good, strong name. And what would you give me for such a fine baby?” Lyssa whispered, her voice full of pride.
“Your weight in gold,” he answered. “Your weight in gold.”
Acknowledgments
WHAT is the allure of the Irish hero?
There is something strong, passionate, poetically romantic, and incredibly charming about these men. Of course, those of us who are married to them have the opportunity to see a different side.
Thank God for the gift of laughter!
I enjoyed creating the character of Ian Campion. I received help from many sources along the way and would be remiss if I did not express my appreciation.
First, my gratitude goes to my editor, Lucia Macro, who has honed the use of that four-letter word “more” to a fine art as any top editor should.
Her push set me off on a wonderful journey in search for answers to Ian’s background via my good friend Erin McGlynn. Her Irish connections opened many doors for me, including those of Dr. Rory O’Hanlon, TD, Ceann Comhairle of Dáil Éireann; and Colette Fleming, Private Secretary to the Ceann Comhairle. Collette’s enthusiastic help led me to Brendan O’Donoghue, Director of the National Library of Ireland and also its Keeper of Collections, Dónall Ó Luanaigh. For those of my readers who enjoy Irish history, Mr. Ó Luanaigh gave me a fine reading list you may find of interest. I shall post it on my website (www.cathymaxwell.com).
I am also indebted to Breege McGrath, Executive Officer, Communications Office, and Mary McGetrick, both of Trinity College Dublin. Their aid in answering my initial questions was invaluable.
The “key” to what I needed came, surprisingly, from close to home. My neighbors Daniel and Tricia Ennis have helped me before and did so again. I discovered why the name Daniel O’Connell came so readily to Danny’s lips when I learned a monument stands to O’Connell in Ennis. Seems only right Danny should know his name well. Thank you.
I also benefited from the input of fellow writers Mary Jo Putney, Mary Burton, and Pamela Gagné. I am wealthy in my friends.
And finally, I’m pleased to salute my new local resource, Fred Lamb, Antique Arms Consultant, here in beautiful Ashland, Virginia. Fred showed extraordinary patience while answering all my questions. (I’ll be out to fire that musket soon, Fred. Just one more deadline to get out of the way.)
If there are any errors in my interpretation of information given to me by those above, the fault is mine alone.
Cathy Maxwell
Midlothian, Virginia
September 12, 2002
About the Author
New York Times-bestselling author Cathy Maxwell has written thirteen romance novels, including Adventures of a Scottish Heiress, and The Seduction of an English Lady. She lives in Virginia with her children, horses, dogs, cats, and a husband who drives her crazy in all the best ways.
Fans can contact Cathy at www.booktalk.com/cmaxwell.
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Romances by Cathy Maxwell
The Seduction of an English Lady
Adventures of a Scottish Heiress
The Lady is Tempted
The Wedding Wager
The Marriage Contract
A Scandalous Marriage
Married in Haste
Because of You
When Dreams Come True
Falling in Love Again
You and No Other
Treasured Vows
All Things Beautiful
Temptation of a Proper Governess (coming September 2004)
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