Showing posts with label Highland romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Highland romance. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 01, 2025

Outlaw Ever After by E. Elizabeth Watson


Outlaw Ever After
by E. Elizabeth Watson
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Book Blurb:

They took everything. Now he’s come back to claim it—and her—in this broodingly intense and sexy Highlander romance that will delight fans of Karen Marie Moning and Lynsay Sands. 
 
When she was just a lass, Peigi Grant attended a wedding—one that quickly turned into a night of bloodshed and grief. Through it all, there were whispers of the Comyn heir, a boy accused of the crime, who mysteriously disappeared. 
 
Now it’s fourteen years later, and Peigi’s never breathed a word to a soul about that fateful night…or her role in helping the boy escape. But she never would have dared imagine that sweet boy turning into a roguish warrior who could shatter her heart and her reputation. 
 
Alexander is drawn to Peigi by her clear, sweet voice. Her loveliness—along with an uncanny sensation of fate—tempts him to lay down his war scythe forever. But his clan, his lands, and his very birthright were stolen by the Grant clan…and vengeance still calls to him. 
 
They don’t know his true name. But the Grants will come to fear his wrath…even if it destroys the one person who could tame his wild, Highlander heart. 
 
Outlaw Ever After is an intoxicating, enemies-to-lovers romance between two people fated to fall for each other…even if it sets all of Scotland ablaze. 

Excerpt:

The entire village roared with laughter at the man in the song’s folly for flirting so shamelessly, the children laughing because the adults were laughing, and a muscled arm swung around her shoulders, pulling her tight between his legs as Alex guffawed.

“Such a rogue still got what he deserved.” She giggled, leaning into his embrace.

“A good thing he never met yer brother, songbird,” he jested to more laughter.

She looked back at his bruised face and sewn coat, proof of how close he’d come to that. Yet she saw nothing but affection sparkling in his eyes. He laughed so heartily as if he had not a care, in a world that punished so unfairly.

And she wanted his kiss again. Wanted it so badly. Wanted to believe his declaration that he’d win. Wanted to reverse the wheel of time. She reached up. Cupped his cheek.

His breath hitched against her wrist, as if disbelieving her touch. His gaze holding hers, he turned his lips into her palm and pressed a kiss there.

Song after song, the evening progressed. Her hair was limp from melting flakes, her slippers kicked free and her toes tucked beneath her hem, nestled into the straw. The snow accumulated but the bonfire melted it in its inferno. The songs grew easy. The folk grew merry and danced, ate their bread and drank their ale and chanted Samhain blessings, in preparation for going Souling on the following eve.

“More, mi lady! More!” called villagers.

“Sing the one about the fox and crow!”

“Nay, a good country reel would do!”

They volleyed their choices at her like arrows upon an adversary, as ewers of ale made rounds and splashed into tankards and the folk linked hands around the fire.

“Sing something gentle,” warbled a voice through the commotion.

Joslyn? Why was she here? Peigi looked about and spotted the woman holding a babe on her hip, rubbing its eyes. Joslyn did live in the healer’s hut when not helping at the castle.

One lullaby popped to mind: Alex’s song. The song that had lured him to her.

She strummed a soft chord.

“Lullaby sweet bairn of mine...”

The chatter hushed.

Strummed the next chord.

“Sleeping sweetly in the pine...”

Her cheeks felt hot from the flame. The flute remained silent, and she let herself slip back to that greenwood, let herself think about that summer day when the man at her back had begged her to see him again, had lain in the grass beside her.

That wind whipped again, the bonfire roaring. Her eyes closed as the bone flute finally joined in and fluttered in her ear. Snowflakes twirled through the air like those playful leaves.

“Bright green eyes, rest peacefully...”

She opened her eyes, could see reverence twinkling in Joslyn’s gaze.

“For the world isna what it’s meant to be...”

Alex’s flute trailed away. Only the crackling bonfire, burning low, spoke into the night. She looked up at him— him chewing his cheek, his eyes glistening. His thumb touched her mouth, his fingers slipping into her hair over her ears to cradle her cheek. He studied her lips, uncaring of their audience, and in sooth, she’d become so relaxed, she’d forgotten any discomfort.

The sky dark as pitch was studded with celestial crystals, the clouds having long since moved on.

His lips descended to hers. Brushed like a breeze, always gentle, belying the exuberance with which he seemed to live his life.

And she sank. Into memories. Months of missing him and feeling unworthy crashed over her as a tear slipped down her cheek. It was only lips touching, and yet, she writhed within for more, desperate to feel wanted as a soft growl of desperation reverberated through him, caged in his chest. A taste of what he’d been missing, poured into a simple touch as his breathing came in and out erratically, as if holding everything back...

His forehead again rested to hers, eyes pinched tight in pain. “I need ye,” he gruffed. “Like Pan needs his nymph, like a body needs air, for I’ve been suffocating—”

A whistle whirled. Laughter and clapping erupted.

She yanked back and touched her mouth. Her cheeks were hot. Barely a brush of skin and yet, her lips stung, when her shame receded as Joslyn’s soft smile and misting eyes met hers. Here, among these folk who seemed to accept Alex so, away from the trappings of fanfare and notions of noble honor, she felt...at home. Like this was their wee village on the shore, like she’d once set her heart upon having.

Author Bio:   



Award winning and bestselling author E. Elizabeth Watson is convinced life is better with good coffee, chocolate, and a pair of hiking boots. A former archaeologist and biomed research coordinator, Elizabeth spends her days penning heroes ranging from kilted Scottish warriors to Texas cowboys crowned with Stetsons. Whether in kilts or pearl snaps, her heroes wear plaid!

Get swept away to the Highlands of Scotland or the badlands of West Texas in her adventurous tales where love conquers adversity.

She currently lives on a mountainside in West Virginia with her husband, sons, and various pets. Always honored to hear from readers, make sure to follow her on Facebook, Bookbub, TikTok, Goodreads, and Instagram.




 

Wednesday, June 22, 2022

The Highland Earl's Revenge by Cathleen Ross


The Highland Earl's Revenge

by Cathleen Ross

Book Blurb:

 Lady Arabella Fraser will do anything to protect her clan, even if it pits her against the man she loves and the army of the English king. 

Scotland 1744–1746 
 
At sixteen, Lady Arabella Fraser is forced into marriage with seventy-year-old, Lord William Gordon. Her father, Lord Fraser, insists the union will bring him and the Gordon lord a dukedom from Bonnie Prince Charles, and free the Highlands from the scourge of English rule. 
 
In desperation, she throws herself at the man she loves, young disposed noble, Alexander Gordon, and begs him to marry her, greatly humiliated when he refuses. 
 
Two years later, unhappily married, Arabella swears she’ll never forgive Alexander for leaving her and joining the enemy army to fight under King George instead of marrying her 
 
The day after the Scottish defeat at Culloden Field, Captain Alexander appears in Gordon castle at the head of the English army to wreak havoc on all traitors to the throne. Alexander cannot forget that Arabella wouldn’t wait for him and married his uncle for the wealth, title and castle, that should have been his. 
Except he still loves her and wants to make her his. 

 

Cathleen dropped by today to tell us a little about this book: 

 

The Highland Earl’s Revenge is my first book in the Highland Lords and Ladies series. I walked Culloden Field with a battle historian two years ago and stories came up from the ground. So many Scottish families were pitted against each other. I wanted to tell the story of a young dispossessed lord, Captain Alexander Gordon, who in order to make his way in the world joins the English King’s army. The lady he loves,


Arabella Fraser, is forced into marriage with his treacherous old Jacobite uncle. Arabella begs Alex to marry her instead and save her from this fate. Penniless, he refuses her desperate proposal and she can’t forgive him, then he arrives at her castle in charge of the invading English army. 

You can find out more about this book at Cathleen’s website or buy it from here. 


Excerpt:


Captain Alexander Gordon, leading a detachment of Kerr’s Dragoons, strode into the Gordon Castle’s great hall, the castle that had been snatched from Alex’s late father by his treacherous uncle, to come face to face with the woman he’d grown up with in Fraser Castle.  

Arabella. Her gaze bore into him, fear widening her sky-blue eyes. Dear God she was full grown into a woman of eighteen and impossibly beautiful. Her face had lost the girlish roundness and her cheekbones were prominent over full, lush lips.   

Her blonde hair was pulled back off her high forehead and twisted into the soft pinned curls of a married woman. Diamonds glittered at her ears and at her throat as she walked toward him, regal as a queen, but thin. Too thin. 

“Lady Gordon. Surely your lord could have left you better protected? You appear quite alone.”  

Arabella’s eyes narrowed into slits and she raised her chin in defiance. “Our men are on the battlefield where a Highlander should be.” The words left her lips with the stain of recrimination. He’d had no interest in fighting for the foolish Bonnie Prince Charles, who’d come over with so few fighting men, the Highlanders were doomed to lose.  

“Your Highland vermin are dead,” called out one of the dragoons. 

She flinched then and her face drained of the little color it had left.  

Alexander turned and held up his hand. “Silence! You do not have permission to address Lady Gordon. We seek the turncoat, Lord Gordon, not his wife.” 

She was his to punish, and his alone. 

Up close her wide eyes glistened in the candlelight as if a million sapphires had shattered. “I beg you, do what you want with me but dinnae kill the servants. They’ve done naught but what their lord ordered and he is not a man to be disobeyed.” 

“I sent men after them.” He kept his voice even so his men could hear, careful not to show favor to the wife of a turncoat. 

A gasp left her bloodless lips and she tottered on her feet. “But many are your own Gordon kin. This was your father’s land.” 

“Until my uncle, your husband, stole it by betraying my father to King George but it is mine now,” he added silkily. He held out his arm to her. 

She recoiled at his outstretched hand as if it dripped blood. Her gaze moved to his scarlet coat, his sword, his pistol, moving up past his face to settle for a moment on his black tricorn hat before focusing back on his eyes.  

Several years in the army had hardened him; he’d seen things no man should see, done them too, but she still had the power to get under his skin with little more than a glance. 

She’d always had that hold over him. 

A shift of army boots behind him made him turn to see Mister Kerrin enter the hall with Private Stone and swagger up to him. Wastrel. Aristocrat. Younger son. Unfortunately, his father, the Duke of Abermile, had the monarch’s ear, and worse, Kerrin claimed he was a friend of the Duke of Cumberland. Alex was stuck with him though he doubted the veracity of the friendship claim. Cumberland would have no time for a cornet, the lowest grade of a commissioned officer. “Well there’s a magnificent sight, Captain Gordon. Hope you plan to share her?”  

“I dinnae share my women, Mister Kerrin. You’d be well aware of the saying, when one lies down with dogs, one wakes up with fleas.” 

His men roared at that and Kerrin flushed with fury.  

“Have the men bring the servants into the great hall, Kerrin. We have a feast to celebrate and I wish to dine in style. The rest of you fan out and check for traitors. Bring anyone you are suspicious of to me,” he ordered his men. “Do not desecrate the castle. There are no victor’s spoils to be had here. This is my ancestral home, gifted back to me by His Majesty for my service now Lord Gordon is attainted. We are to be stationed here until we flush out the Highland conspirators.” The soldiers left to do their business, leaving him alone with Arabella. 

Although she stood before him, head held high, he didn’t miss the way her body trembled like a frail leaf fighting to remain on a tree in a storm. 

“So, you’ve come to claim your birthright, sir?” 

She had the power to move his heart, the place where he kept his boyish memories locked away, even though she’d speared it by marrying his enemy. “Aye Lady Gordon, I’ve come to claim what’s mine.” 




Author Bio:


Cathleen Ross is a published author with Harper Collins, Random House and  
Entangled Publishing (Macmillan). She has a deep love of Scotland and discovered when she did her family tree she is a descendant of the Scottish kings she writes about.  

www.cathleenross.com