Thursday Threads: The Highlander's Reluctant Bride by Cathy MacRae
Book 2 in The Highlander’s Bride series
by Cathy MacRae
Genre:
Historical Romance set in the Highlands of Scotland, 1377
Heat
Scale: Sensual
Cover blurb:
Determined to keep the Macrory clan’s
holdings out of the clutches of the Lord of the Isles and 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 4-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:
“So, the king forced Eaden to wed,” Riona
murmured. Her gaze caught Ranald’s. “What will he do to me?”
Ranald noted her sudden pallor, her grey eyes
widening until they were naught but huge silver orbs glowing against her skin.
Now was as good a time as any to tell her what King Robert intended for her,
but he could not force the words.
“Ye are a laird’s daughter,” he reminded her.
“And an heiress. Yer mother’s dower lands north of here are of great value to
the king.”
“And I am of little worth, aye?” Riona
flared.
“Nae. Ye are of great worth.”
“But a pawn to the king.”
Ranald sighed. This was not going as he
planned. “We are all pawns in one way or another, Ree. The king willnae let ye
stay on yer own. Ye are a ward of the crown, now.”
“So, he’ll marry me off to some rebellious
laird he wants to drag over to his side, using me and my lands to hold him?”
“Nae. No’ so bad as all that.”
“Then, to a wealthy laird who’s all but
doddering in his cups, hoping I’ll no’ breed an heir before he dies, giving
title to the land to the king and my next husband?”
Ranald lifted an eyebrow. The lass was
getting worked up over nothing.
“Marriage, yes. Doddering auld man, no.”
Riona snapped her head to one side, a glower
on her face. “Then, who?”
Ranald swallowed and gave her a crooked
smile.
“Me.”
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