Captivating the Highlander: A Steamy Scottish Historical Romance Novel
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Fearghas nodded. “Ye ken well, Laird.” He paused. “The lassie claims that she was headin’ here. That ye ken her, and why she was travelin’ to ye.”
Domhnall turned his head quickly, staring at the bedraggled pair at the rear of the group.
“Bring them forward,” he called. “Bring the prisoners to me.”
Two men did his bidding, grabbing the pair and pushing them forward. They stumbled, and the woman turned angry eyes to the man behind her, hissing something that he couldn’t hear.
A spitfire, he thought. She didn’t like being manhandled, that was certain.
Suddenly, they were out of the shadows and before him. The light from the low hanging ceiling candelabra illuminated their faces clearly.
His eyes widened as he stared at the woman.
She was bonnie. So beautiful, that even her dirty and torn gown and the smears of mud on her face couldn’t hope to diminish it.
His eyes trailed over her, taking in every inch, from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. She had long, curly dark hair, which was wringing wet; the rain had almost turned it into ringlets.
She was of goodly height, neither petite nor overly tall. The rain had soaked her kirtle, too, making it cling to her figure so that he could clearly see her curves. An ample bosom, small waist, and womanly hips. With difficulty, he tore his eyes away from her form, concentrating on her face.
Beautiful, he thought, in wonder. She had a pale, unblemished complexion, wide-sweeping cheekbones, and large amber eyes, which she turned upwards towards him, now, fixing them on him so that they flashed like rare gems in the candlelight.
“You are the Laird?” she said in a cut-glass English accent.
He suppressed the surprise that reared up in his chest at hearing her speak. What was an English woman – no, an English lady – doing here, bedraggled, soaking wet, and looking like she was so tired she might keel over at any given moment?
He bowed slightly. “I am, good lady. Domhnall MacBeathag, the Laird of Greum Dubh. Ye have come to Coirecrag castle…”
Her large amber eyes widened dramatically at his words. “You are the Laird of Greum Dubh? I am at Coirecrag castle? But that is…. wonderful!” Her face was suddenly illuminated with joy, chasing away her weariness. “You are expecting me! I am Roseann Gibson, the tutor…”
“What?” His voice was sharp. “I am sorry to say, lady, that I have never heard yer name before. How do ye even ken that I am seeking a tutor for my brother?”
The joy faded on her face, replaced with uncertainty. “The bards did not inform you that I was coming to take up the position?”
Slowly, he shook his head, mystified. “Are ye speakin’ about Iain and Ailis, the wanderin’ bards, that journey up and down the isle?”
She nodded slowly, biting her lip. “Iain told me about the position, and that they were coming here. He told me that he would tell you that he had found you the tutor at long last, and to expect me within a month. He said that you were having great difficulty with it…”
He sighed deeply. “Iain and Ailis have not been seen on my lands in that time, lady. Perhaps they were waylaid somewhere – it can happen to travelers who are always on the road.”
“Well.” She took a deep breath. “This is rather awkward then! I am so confused that I simply do not know how to proceed.” Her amber eyes suddenly flashed dangerously. “And I am not impressed at all with how your men have treated me and my traveling companion! They bound our wrists, forced us to journey on foot, and even when I told them who I was and where I was going, did not inform me who they were!”
She glared at Fearghas, who was standing impassively, legs apart, his hands behind his back. His dark eyes flickered slightly at her words, but he didn’t respond.
Domhnall stiffened. “My men were only doing what is expected of them. They have no idea who ye are, lady, nor what yer intentions are, ye ken.” He paused. “I only have yer word for who ye are. It is a strange thing indeed, for an English lady to be travelin’ with only a raw lad for companion in the borderlands…”
“Are you accusing me of lying?” she gasped. “Why would I lie? There could be no other reason for me coming here! I thought that you were expecting me!”
“I’ve never heard of ye,” he growled. “Ye could be anyone! I have put the word out that I am searching for a tutor, and for all I know, ye are an English spy who is using it as a cover to get under my roof!”
She flinched, as if he had struck her. He suppressed the urge to comfort her. She looked so vulnerable and so offended. He took a deep breath, fighting it down. He didn’t know this woman from Eve. She was English, traveling with only a youth as a guard in a very well-known dangerous area. It made no sense why a well brought up English lady would be so reckless as to journey in such a manner, especially when she had no guarantee that she had even secured her position at Coirecrag.
His eyes narrowed. No, her story was flimsy, to say the least. There were many holes in it. He couldn’t verify anything she said; the bards that she spoke of had not been seen for quite a while.
He took a deep breath. “Ye shall be my guest at Coirecrag, for the meantime, while I look into what ye say…”
Her amber eyes shone with sudden tears. “Guest? You mean prisoner?”
He sighed deeply. “I shall not throw ye in a dungeon, lady. Ye shall be offered the hospitality of the castle… under guard, of course.”
The tears that had been threatening suddenly spilled down her face, turning her amber eyes almost orange, but she raised her chin, staring at him defiantly.
“I demand that you release me,” she said, her voice high and thready. “I want to go home! I do not want to stay another day in this godforsaken country!”
His face darkened. “Be careful what ye say, lady. This is our country, and we dinnae take insults to it lightly.” He took a deep breath, trying to quell his anger. “I shall send for the servants to clean ye up and see ye settled for the night.” He turned away dismissively. “Take her and her companion into the kitchen and see they are fed, to start with.”
“Aye, Laird,” said Fearghas, grabbing her. “The men could do with some victuals, as well.” He turned to the others. “Now, lads, let’s get us some grub and ale!”
Domhnall watched the men turn to leave. Fearghas pushed the woman forward. A sudden stab of anger tore through him. For some strange reason, he didn’t want to see her manhandled. It was all he could do not to rush forward and punch the man for daring to lay a hand on her.
She is English. She may be an English spy. What does it matter how she is treated?
But somehow, in some strange way, it did matter. It mattered quite a bit.
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About the Author
Maddie McKenna had always been passionate about Scotland. It all started with an old picture of her grandfather wearing a kilt and a sporran. She used to look at that picture and imagine stories taking place in the mysterious Highlands...
When she visited Scotland for the very first time, it was love at first sight. Both
the country’s breathtaking landscape, and the warmth and livelihood of the locals made her realize why her distinctive red hair was not the only thing that made her blend with them. She took her motherland’s memories back home to Minnesota, holding them forever in her heart while using them as an inspiration for her novels.
Maddie McKenna has a degree in English Literature and Creative Writing. She started writing articles for travel magazines but soon the romance world won her over. When she isn’t writing, Maddie loves painting and taking long walks with her hubby.
Join Maddie in the unforgettable world of brave Highlanders and their bonnie lasses—a world full of passion, intrigues and steamy lovemaking, that will make you feel like you are part of the story yourself!