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I’m excited to announce the next (stand alone) novel in the Lords of the Highlands series is here! And this one is filled with romance, action and adventure you won’t want to miss!

Praise for THE HIGHLAND RENEGADE:

“…a knockout love story, with an action-packed plot…”—Booklist

“Flirtatious, sensuous romance and adventure fill the pages of this mesmerizing historical, and the undercurrent of Jacobite rebellion raises the tension.” – Publishers Weekly

“If you enjoy a stirring romance, intriguing characters and a fast-moving plot with danger aplenty, then get your hands on THE HIGHLAND RENEGADE!”—Fresh Fiction

“This scintillatingly sexy, sensuously romantic, and excitingly bold adventure is my favorite of the series so far! It is fast-paced, well-written and populated with likable and memorable characters.” – Barbara Rogers, Flippin’ Pages.

She is the daughter of his sworn enemy.

Famed for his fierceness, Laird Robert Grant is above all a loyal Highland clan chief. But when redcoats capture his rival’s daughter, he sets aside their feud and races to her rescue. Aye, Janet Cameron is beautiful, cunning and so very tempting, but a Cameron lass is the last woman he should ever desire.

He is her one hope for happiness.

Janet refuses to meekly surrender, not even when surrounded by foes. She takes every chance to escape, first from English soldiers and then from the wickedly handsome Robert. Yet with each day they spend together, his unexpected gallantry chips away at her will little by little. As danger and treachery loom, can she trust him enough to choose love over vengeance?

“Fans of Hannah Howell and Diana Galbaldon will love this sexy, Scottish historical romance from the bestselling author of The Highland Chieftain.” – Forever Romance Editorial

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EXCERPT:

Chapter One

The Highlands, late October 1712

The sign on the alehouse door caught Janet’s eye as Kennan carried her across the muddied street.

Samhain gathering, 7 o’clock, Inverlochy Hall, Friday, 31st October.

No spurs. Weapons must be checked at the door.

Her stomach fluttered at the thrill. The best part of the fete was the gathering after the livestock auction. There’d be a feast of roast pork, music, and dancing.

A great deal of dancing.

Two drovers brushed past them, nearly knocking Janet’s hat from her head. The enormous red plume adorning it batted her in the eye.

“Watch yourselves, ye maggots,” Kennan growled as the two men pushed inside. Her brother could be overly protective, though he was as lovable as a puppy. Strong, too. He didn’t miss a step, not even when the drovers practically ran them over in their haste for a pint of ale. If Kennan felt any strain from Janet’s weight, he showed no sign of discomfort. But she knew better. The wool of her riding habit alone most likely weighed a stone.

Janet straightened her tricorn bonnet, shifting the feather out of her line of sight while Kennan gently deposited her on the footpath. “Those men must have a terrible thirst,” she said.

He glanced toward the door, busy with people entering and exiting. “Thirst or not, a month of droving is no reason for a man to be careless. What if I’d dropped you in the mud?”

“But you didn’t.”

Kennan took her hand and led her inside. Janet had attended the fete at Inverlochy during Samhain annually as far back as she could remember, but she’d never seen the town this crowded. “Every year there are more people at the harvest.”

He scowled at another brash drover heading for the bar. “And more bloody scoundrels. Stay close to me.”

Any other week, Inverlochy was a quaint and quiet town, but right before Samhain, clans and kin descended from the hills or sailed from the Hebrides to peddle their livestock and goods. It was only fourteen miles from the Clan Cameron seat at Achnacarry, and Janet and her kin visited two or three times a year to purchase supplies. Though not large, the town boasted a haberdasher, a dressmaker, and a tanner who made saddles as well as shoes.

At the center of town was the alehouse. The only establishment that served meals, it catered to all manner of fellows. A lady must never enter unaccompanied, lest she be mistaken for a harlot. Judging by the way her brother had clamped his fingers around her hand, Janet need not worry about being mistaken for a woman of easy virtue, though she wouldn’t mind if Kennan weren’t quite so protective. After all, she did have an ulterior motive for visiting the fete without her father. Da hadn’t before missed the Samhain gathering, though much had changed since he’d taken a new bride.

Needless to say, Janet was relieved to enjoy a wee respite from Achnacarry and her imposing stepmother, awkward as things had become.

“I wonder where all these people will stay,” she said as Kennan pulled her deeper into the crowd.

“Tents, the alehouse, the loft in the stables.” He raised his voice to be heard.

Through the haze of pipe smoke, Janet looked to the rafters, doubting the wax had been cleaned from the chandeliers since her visit six months past. “Aye, Mrs. MacNash couldn’t possibly take in the half of them.”

Kennan grasped Janet’s elbow and led her to an area near the back where respectable-looking patrons gathered. “Fortunately, we have a long-standing booking at the boardinghouse.”

“Thank heavens.” She scanned the faces of the rugged Highlanders dressed in kilts and with their plaids pinned at their shoulders. Gazes shifted her way. Interested gazes. Brows arched. A ruddy man winked. Janet’s cheeks burned as she tried not to smile.

With luck, she might meet someone who struck her fancy. Her stepmother had already started mumbling about finding Janet a husband, and in no way did she want that woman meddling in her affairs. Judging by the eel-eyed way the new Lady of Lochiel looked at Janet, dear Stepmother would hog-tie the first poor sop who happened past their lands and force her stepdaughter into a life of misery.

Please, Lord, help me to find someone I like. If there actually was a man out there with whom she could fall in love. At the age of two and twenty, she hadn’t given up hope, but she had grown anxious. And unfortunately, according to Her Ladyship, Janet was unduly particular.

“If it’s not the Camerons!” a familiar voice called from a table in the corner. “Och, I haven’t seen the likes of you since we were wed. Come, share our table.” Dunn MacRae, chieftain of his clan, stood and beckoned them.

Janet’s heart soared. One of her dearest friends, Lady Mairi, daughter of the Earl of Cromartie and Dunn’s lovely wife, waved like a finch. Returning the gesture, Janet hastened to follow her brother to the table. The two men shook hands while she slid onto the chair beside her friend. “I’m so happy to see you. I was afraid I would be following Kennan to and fro for the entire sennight.”

“What about John and Alan? Did your younger brothers not come?”

“Nay, they are both away at university.”

“Then I agree, spending all your time with one brother for a sennight would be miserable.” Mairi grasped Janet’s hand, grinning and stretching the splay of freckles across her nose. “I’ve ever so much to do. I would be delighted to have you accompany me.”

“To the dressmaker?”

“Indeed, that will be our most important stop.”

Janet nearly squealed. “We might need a whole day just for that shop.”

“I agree.”

“Oh, this will be fun. Though I must drop the woolens I’ve knitted at the Highland Benevolent Society first.”

“Bless your heart, dearest. ’Tis very kind of you to always be thinking of the unfortunate.”

Dunn flagged a barmaid. “Ale, bread, and pottage all around, if you please.”

The woman, looking haggard, gave him an exasperated nod. “Aye, sir, but it will be some time. We expected half these numbers.”

An icy chill crept over Janet’s skin when the door opened with a whoosh. All eyes shifted to soldiers dressed in scarlet. Not a one smiled as they sauntered inside with muskets slung over their shoulders and daggers at their hips. The laughter transformed into intense silence.

People scuttled away while the officer leading the retinue turned in a full circle, his heels clomping against the floorboards. “I am Lieutenant Winfred Cummins, in charge of keeping the peace at this uncivilized, pagan gathering.”

Low murmurs of dissent rumbled through the hall. Janet knew him, unfortunately. He oft came into Achnacarry when his regiment rode out on “peacekeeping sorties.”

He stopped and glared directly at her. “All disturbers of the peace will be escorted to Fort William and face the magistrate. There will be no malicious maiming of cattle, no poaching, no begging without a license, and all persons caught with a blackened face after dark will promptly be led to the gallows.”

Janet drew her hand to her chest, leaned toward her friend, and whispered, “I have no idea why he’s looking our way. He should be speaking to the drovers at the bar.”

Mairi opened her fan and held it over her mouth. “He’s looking at you, lass.”

Janet slipped lower in her chair. “Heavens, no. That man is a snake.”

“You know him?” Mairi asked while the soldiers shouldered through the crowd.

“Aye, as does everyone who lives within twenty miles of Fort William. He’s notorious.”

“I do not doubt it.” Her Ladyship snapped her fan shut. “When a dragoon dons a red coat, it seems his mind is instantly addled.”

“You have a way with words, wife,” Dunn said.

Again Janet’s attention was drawn to the opening door. A wee gasp whispered through her lips while butterflies swarmed through her stomach just as they’d done when Robert Grant had ridden his enormous black horse into the stables earlier that day.  She clenched her elbows to her sides, making the queasiness stop. The man was too unnerving. Especially today. He was unshorn and unkempt, and his hawkish eyes shifted across the scene as if assessing everything.

Janet brushed a hand over her curls. “That man is simply barbaric.” Barbaric and nerve racking. Every time their gazes met, he made her too self-aware. Curses to his braw looks, Mr. Grant was diabolical. And why was it that the most handsome of men always behaved like complete brutes?

“Aye, Grant looks as though he’s been mustering cattle in the Highlands for months,” Her Ladyship agreed.

Kennan snorted. “That brigand is mad—looks it, as well. As we were arriving, he had the audacity to accuse my kin of thieving his cattle.”

Dunn looked to the bar, where the big Highlander had shouldered in beside the other drovers. “Grant is a mite mistrustful of neighboring clans. He has cause, after all. But he’s a good man.” When Kennan guffawed, MacRae clapped him on the shoulder. “Though he’s wrong about the Camerons.”

“What do you mean, sir?” Janet leaned in. “I do not believe Mr. Grant to be a good man at all.”

“Och, you’ll find a heart of gold under that rugged exterior, lassie.” MacRae winked. “I’ll tell ye true, there’s no man I’d rather have fighting beside me in battle. Robert Grant’s loyalty may be hard to win, but once earned, you will not find a man more steadfast and true.”

Mairi gave Janet a nudge. “I thought you found him a wee bit braw.”

She snatched her fan from her chatelaine and cooled her face. “Pleasing to the eye, mayhap, but I could never be on friendly terms with a Highlander who accuses my father of thievery.”

“Thievery, did I hear?”

Her shoulders tensing, Janet hid her cringe behind the fan as Winfred Cummins moved to their table and blocked the view of Mr. Grant. Honestly, Janet liked most people, but today the alehouse seemed to be filled with the most churlish gentlemen she knew.

“It seems some of Laird Grant’s cattle were stolen. Some of Clan Cameron’s went missing as well,” Kennan explained.

“Is that so?” Flicking a bit of lint from his doublet, the lieutenant appeared unimpressed and disinterested.

The barmaid pushed in and placed four tankards of ale in front of them. “Your pottage will be along shortly.”

“My thanks.” Dunn reached for a drink and sipped. “So, Lieutenant, what news?”

Cummins shifted his gaze to Janet while she clasped her hands in her lap and stared at her fan, heat spreading up her face. “Things have been quiet,” he said. “Though I’m skeptical they’ll remain so with so many miscreants in town.” He didn’t bother to look at Mr. MacRae, to whom he was speaking—the lieutenant continued to ogle Janet as if she were on display in a shop window.

“Miscreants? Hardly,” said Mairi.

At last Lieutenant Cummins shifted his attention and arched an eyebrow at Her Ladyship. “Whenever large numbers of Highlanders gather, there’s bound to be trouble.”

Casting her inner revulsion aside, Janet squared her shoulders and inhaled. “I certainly hope not. I came to Inverlochy to enjoy the Samhain celebrations, not rue them.”

“And that’s where you err, miss,” said Lieutenant Cummins. “You Highlanders refuse to cast away outdated and pagan fancies. This gathering ought to be called the harvest fete, or something more civilized.”

“That would be quite dull, indeed,” said Mairi.

“I agree.” Emboldened by Her Ladyship’s support, Janet nodded. “There’s a certain tradition in our Celtic heritage I think should never be lost, no matter who is on the throne or what religion is in vogue.”

The lieutenant shifted his leering eyes to her again. “Do you speak blasphemy?”

“Hardly.” This time, Janet wasn’t about to feign meekness and look at her lap. She narrowed her eyes and stared at him directly. “I speak the opposite. I speak of freedom.”

Kennan pushed his chair back. “Pay no mind to my sister. She is a strong-willed lass, passionate in her convictions.”

A wry grin played on the lieutenant’s lips. Still wearing his tall grenadier hat, he was a man of average height and acceptable appearance with gray eyes and a big mole on his right cheek. He leaned across the table and lowered his voice. “I should like to observe such passion at the Samhain dance—it would certainly liven up a dreary evening.”

“Aye, Lieutenant Cummins?” Janet continued to hold his stare, refusing to show any sign of the abhorrence roiling inside. “It is my opinion that the dancing at Samhain shall be the most vigorous in the Highlands.”

“I hope you are right.” He straightened before he bowed. “Good day.”

Mairi leaned in. “‘Most vigorous’?” she whispered.

Janet sniffed, wildly fluttering her fan. “What should I have said? I could not sit idle and allow him to degrade our traditions.”

“But vigorous?” Mairi giggled.

“Aye, Sister.” Kennan gave a pointed look. “I agree with Her Ladyship. Keep mum when in the presence of that man—or any dragoons. They have a knack of turning anything you say against you.”

Janet grasped the handle of her tankard. “I intend to stay away from all soldiers.” Cummins most of all.

As she sipped, she watched Mr. Grant follow a barmaid out the back toward the bathhouse. Over his shoulder, the brawny Highlander cast a tortured look Janet’s way. A look filled with hunger. Had Janet blinked, she would have missed the glance from her father’s sworn enemy. Oddly, the shudder coursing through her far exceeded the brief duration of his glimpse. How could a man impart such heated intensity within a mere heartbeat? Good glory, she could scarcely breathe.

Oh, to be in the barmaid’s shoes. Janet would douse the laird under his bathwater until he admitted the Camerons hadn’t stolen his miserable beasts.

Bath?

Robert Grant without his clothing.

Janet gulped, her skin afire.

Perhaps she’d best confront him on the matter some other time…

 

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