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Blurb:
Nessia
Stephenson's world was safe until a threat from a neighbouring clan forces her
to accept a betrothal to a man whose family can offer her the protection she
needs. The real threat lies in her intense attraction to the man who arranged
the match—the clan's chief and her intended’s brother, Fergus MacKay.
When
powerful warlord Fergus MacKay arranges a marriage for his younger brother,
William, he has no idea the price will be his own heart. Fergus is captivated
by the wildly beautiful Nessia, a woman he can never have.
When the feud between the MacKay and Sutherland clans escalates, Nessia, William, and Fergus all must make sacrifices for their future. Longing and loss, honour and duty. How can love triumph under such desperate circumstances?
When the feud between the MacKay and Sutherland clans escalates, Nessia, William, and Fergus all must make sacrifices for their future. Longing and loss, honour and duty. How can love triumph under such desperate circumstances?
Excerpt:
“For a man who
isn’t eager to meet his future wife, you’ve got quite a set of nerves there
lad,” Fergus said to William.
William
straightened his linen shirt and smoothed his tunic as he glared at Fergus.
Yet, the comment was absorbed and William ceased his pacing to sit on a chair
near the fire. Fergus watched his brother adjust his belt again. The young man
wore his usual dress but had taken greater pains today to perfect his appearance.
Fergus glanced down at his linen shirt and sleeveless leather tunic. William’s
long hair was tied at his nape while Fergus’s was left hanging loose. He
recalled having to take extra pains upon his betrothal. Thankfully those days
had passed and he needn’t worry overly anymore. A young lass would surely find William’s
neat, respectable appearance appealing. He hoped so, but before he could dwell
on it further, a servant entered and announced the arrival of Thomas
Stephenson, his daughter Nessia and several of their clansmen.
William sprang
to his feet and crossed the floor in a few quick strides to greet them. He
continued to fidget as Fergus sauntered up from behind.
“Thomas! Welcome. We thought we’d have to send
out a search party soon,” Fergus said as the stout man turned the corner
leading into the great hall.
“Aye, the road
was a bit rough with a wagon in tow,” Thomas said. The man’s brow was streaked
with sweat and he looked weary from his travels.
“We’ve had a lot
of rains this harvest there’s no doubting that,” Fergus said. In truth he would
have gone searching himself had another hour passed. Earlier that day he’d
heard more rumours about Ronan Sutherland. Apparently, the lad had agreed to
his father’s suggestion and would commence his campaign in the coming days.
Fergus sensed William stiffen beside him as Thomas began the introductions.
“Fergus,
William, this is my brother Neville and these three are my sons, Colin, Robert,
and Camden my youngest. And this is my daughter, Nessia.”
Fergus
acknowledged each man in turn. When the introduction came to the girl and his
gaze fell on her, his breath caught in his throat. With black hair and bright
blue eyes she stood proud before him with her chin lifted and all the regal
confidence of a noblewoman. She displayed no fear or reservation at all,
something which was unusual in most men he met, but more so in a woman. The
gentler sex usually cowered before him—not this lass.
Fergus stared at
the girl, his heart drumming. His guts clenched as if he’d been punched. He had
to force himself from moving toward her to touch her hair which looked like
spun silk, for surely it could not be real. Fergus remembered his brother then
and tore his gaze from her to find William eyes wide and his jaw slacked. An
unexpected pang ran through him.
When he turned
back it was to find her still staring at him, seemingly unabashed for staring
openly at a man. A bold one, then. Fergus’s drew his brows together. What did
she want?
Kate Robbins,
Bio
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| Kate Robbins |
Kate Robbins writes historical
romance novels out of pure escapism and a love for all things Scottish, not to
mention a life-long enjoyment of reading romance. Her journey into storytelling began
with a short screenplay she wrote, directed, and produced which was screened at
the 2003 Nickel Film Festival in St. John’s, Newfoundland. She has also written
and directed several stage plays for youth.
Kate loves the research process and
delving into secondary sources in order to give readers the most authentic
historical romance possible. She has travelled to Scotland and has visited the
sites described in her Highland Chiefs series.
Promised to the Highlander is the second of three books set during the early fifteenth
century during the reign of James Stewart, first of his name.
Kate is the pen name of Debbie
Robbins who lives in St. John’s, Newfoundland, Canada with her hubby, the
man-beast, and her two awesome boys, the man-cubs.
You can find
Kate online at the following:
Thank you for sharing it sweet lady!!! Mwah!!
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