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Mairi Maclean is kidnapped on her wedding day by the enemy of her dead husband. Taken north to the water-surrounded Kisimul Castle, she is held captive in the name of retribution. But The Wolf of Kisimul Castle soon learns Mairi is not a docile pawn in this game of war between neighboring Scots. Nor will she be frightened into walking down the aisle to wed the fierce Highland chief.
Alec MacNeil is set on revenge. When he finds his enemy dead, he takes his wife to replace the one that was murdered. An eye for an eye. A bride for a bride. But Mairi is more tiger than kitten and refuses to bend to his will. Set stubbornly against one another, the passion that flares between them threatens to tear Alec’s strategy to shreds.
Alec MacNeil is set on revenge. When he finds his enemy dead, he takes his wife to replace the one that was murdered. An eye for an eye. A bride for a bride. But Mairi is more tiger than kitten and refuses to bend to his will. Set stubbornly against one another, the passion that flares between them threatens to tear Alec’s strategy to shreds.
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Mairi Maclean is about to get married for the second time. Both times have been for the good of her clan. Her brother has been trying to talk her out of it, and has schemed to tempt her.
Alec MacNeil will take from the MacInnes what was taken from him. The big difference being, he will not murder anyone to do it. Alec's castle is an impenetrable fortress, but it's cursed. Can he make it a place that a woman could be happy in?.
Danger, and intrigue haunt the castle. Laughter and happiness are needed to bring it to life. Our hero is a good but lonely man with heavy burdens and responsibilities. Our heroine is sometimes too stubborn for her own good.
This is part of a series but easily read as a stand alone. I now want to go and find the other books to read. I thoroughly enjoyed every page.
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Her outstretched hand hit the tower of spiced cakes sitting on a
table by the exit into the courtyard. Arching upward, she watched them topple.
With it came the realization that she was not being taken to the chapel. “I
said put me down.” She sucked in sporadic inhales as he carried her slung over
one massive shoulder.
He pulled his sword as they neared the dogs and lowered her feet to
the ground. With a furious look, he raised his sword with the hand that wasn’t
anchoring her to him. For an instant Mairi wondered if he’d slaughter the dogs,
but he sliced through their ropes, freeing them. “If ye don’t walk, I will
carry ye,” he said.
“Who the bloody hell are ye?” she asked, her rose crown hanging
before her eyes. She slapped it back and quickened her steps to prevent him
from dragging her. On the other side of the garden gate, in the thick wall
surrounding Kilchoan, sat two men on horses in a dense stand of young trees.
They wore green plaids, making them hard to spot. A white horse with roses in
its mane stood to the side of the pebbled road next to an unconscious man tied
to the trunk of an oak. This was definitely not a foolish prank or loyalty
test. She turned to Alec, a thousand questions on her tongue. What was
happening? Who was he? “Why did ye kiss me?” fell from her mouth. Of all the
questions, she’d chosen the most foolish of them all.
“Ye kissed her?” the warrior with red hair asked, his eyebrow rising
high. The other man scrunched his face. “That wasn’t part of the plan.”
“The plan changed,” Alec said.
“But the plan never changes,” red hair said, scratching his chin.
“Unless it involves dogs.” As if on cue, the three freed dogs ran up to the
horses, tails wagging. Some watchdogs they were.
“I can’t believe he bloody kissed her,” the other man said, a grin
spreading across his lips.
Without another word, the large warrior hoisted her up onto his
black horse and climbed behind her. He pulled her up against his hard chest. “I
have a right to know who is stealing me away,” Mairi said, twisting to peer up
into his face. A glint sharpened his steely blue-gray eyes. “Who are ye?” she
whispered.
Without warning he clicked his tongue, and his horse took off,
making her turn forward to grasp the pommel. His lips, the ones that had made
her question meeting Geoff at the end of the aisle, came up next to her ear. “I
am Alec MacNeil, the Wolf of Kisimul Castle, and ye are Mairi Maclean
MacInnes…my new wife.”
Heather McCollum is an award winning, historical and YA paranormal romance writer. She earned her B.A. in Biology, much to her English professor’s dismay, and was a 2009 Golden Heart Finalist.When she is not picking her teen’s brain for authentic attitude for her YA books and finding time to write, she is usually found educating women on ovarian cancer symptoms. Ms. McCollum has recently slayed the cancer beast and resides with her very own hero and 3 kids in the wilds of suburbia on the mid-Atlantic coast.Website* Facebook * Twitter * Pinterest * Goodreads
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