Briana
THE O'NEIL SAGA A family driven by destiny!Briana O'Neil… Regaled with tales of her brothers' adventures, Briana hoped to follow in their footsteps and fight for the freedom of their homeland. But while she'd dreamed of joining the fray, she'd never considered that she herself would ever fall victim to an enemy's sword…Keane O'Mara… When embittered Keane O'Mara found the wounded Briana, he thought the fight for freedom had claimed another innocent, but her remarkable recovery lit a spark of hope deep within him. And he knew that with this woman by his side they would soon regain what was rightfully theirs!
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“You’re a most unusual woman,Briana O’Neil,” Keane said.
“I’ve never known a highborn woman who mingled with the servants.”
“Highborn.” She gave a snort of derision.
“You have to admit that the O’Neil family is far from poor.”
“Aye. But it’s none of my doing. We have no say over where we’ll be born or how we’ll be taught. What we can choose is how we’ll live our lives once the decisions are in our own hands.”
“And so you choose to live without boundaries.”
Briana thought about it a moment. “If you mean without boundaries of wealth or poverty, aye. It isn’t the coin in a man’s pocket that makes him hero or knave. It’s what’s in his heart. His soul.”
“And which do you suppose I am? Hero or knave?”
“That isn’t for me to judge. You know what’s in your own heart…”
Dear Reader,
Autumn is such a romantic season—fall colors, rustling leaves, big sweaters and, for many of you, the kids are back in school! So, as the leaves fall, snuggle up in a cozy chair and let us sweep you away to the romantic past!
With over thirty books to her name, bestselling author Ruth Langan knows how to bring the fantasy of falling in love to life. Briana, set in England and Ireland, is the final book of THE O’NEIL SAGA. It’s the love story of a feisty Irish noblewoman and the lonely, tormented landowner who first saves her life—and then succumbs to her charms!
In The Doctor’s Wife, by the popular Cheryl St.John, scandalous secrets are revealed but love triumphs when a waitress “from the other side of the tracks” marries a young doctor in need of a mother for his baby girl. Branded Hearts by Diana Hall is an intriguing Western about a young cowgirl bent on revenge who must fight her feelings for her boss, an enigmatic cattle rancher. Jacqueline Navin’s evocative story, Strathmere’s Bride, features a duke who suddenly finds himself the single father of his two orphaned nieces, and in dire need of a wife! But who will he choose— the proper lady or the girls’ very improper governess?
Enjoy. And come back again next month for four more choices of the best in historical romance.
Sincerely,
Tracy Farrell
Senior Editor
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RUTH LANGAN
traces her ancestry to Scotland and Ireland. It is no surprise, then, that she feels a kinship with the characters in her historical novels.
Married to her childhood sweetheart, she has raised five children and lives in Michigan, the state where she was born and raised.
For Nicole Brooke Langan,
the newest link in our chain of love And for her big brother, Patrick, and her proud parents, Pat and Randi
And for Tom, who truly founded a dynasty
Ireland 1653
“My lord O’Neil. You must come quickly.” The servant paused in the doorway of the private chambers of the lord and lady of Ballinarin. She clutched the door and choked in several deep breaths before she could find her voice to continue. “It’s Briana.”
At her obvious distress, Gavin O’Neil looked up in alarm. “What is it, Adina?”
“She’s been wounded, my lord.”
“Wounded?” Gavin’s wife, Moira, was already on her feet, clutching a hand to her throat.
“Aye, mistress. At the hands of an English sword, I’m told.” The servant’s eyes were round with fear. “A runner came ahead with the news. Some lads from the village are carrying her across the fields.”
Gavin was already strapping on his sword and striding across the room. At the door he turned and exchanged a look with his wife before taking his leave.
Moira raced after him, calling orders to the servant as she did. “We’ll need hot water, Adina. And clean linens. Tell Cook to prepare an opiate for pain. And send someone to fetch my sons and their wives.”
She had to run now to keep up with her husband’s impatient steps.
There was a murderous look in his eyes as he tore open the massive door leading to the courtyard. “If those English bastards have touched one hair on her head, I’ll kill every one myself.” He had already pulled himself onto the back of a waiting horse when he spotted the procession of villagers walking slowly across the sloping lawns of Ballinarin. At the front of the line was a muscular lad carrying the motionless figure of his youngest child.
His heart nearly stopped.
“Dear God in heaven.” He slid from the horse and crossed the distance at a run.
Seeing the lord of the manor, the villagers paused in their march, whipping the hats from their heads in respect.
“Ah. Briana. Briana.” With a sob catching in his throat he took the limp, bloody form from the lad’s hands and gathered her against his chest.
