The Highlander's Maiden
Her Heart Was In The Highlands Indeed, every hill and vale seemed a mapping of her soul. Cassie MacArthur doubted any man could ever understand the freedom of roaming high road and low. Especially not Robert Gordon, enemy to her clan - yet, ironically, the one man in Scotland who made her blood sing!Driven by a questing spirit, Cassie MacArthur would make a bonny bride - Robert Gordon felt it in the marrow of his bones. Truly, the legendary Lady Quickfoot would be the perfect partner for his life's work - and his life! But was he fleet enough to catch her?
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Had she a blade on her, she’d certainly have run him through.
Unarmed, Cassie settled for jabbing a stiffened finger in the middle of his chest. “Stop mincing words and say what you mean, you blackguard, else I’ll cut out your heart and make you eat it. Don’t think 1 don’t dare. You’re beginning to make me very angry.”
Robert caught her hand and restrained it, infuriating Cassie even more. Her already flushed face hovered just under his in a delicious temper. The urge to pull her into his arms and kiss her quivering lips was almost more than he could bear. He hesitated to be that imprudent.
“Let go of me!” Cassie tugged to get her hand free. He didn’t let go.
“Och! You’re a proud Highland maiden, full of temper and spirit and as hotheaded as your own fearless father!” Robert laughed.…
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Author Elizabeth Mayne is notorious for her alpha heroes, and has won the hearts of many readers with previous books such as Heart of the Hawk and All That Matters. Her latest, The Highlander’s Maiden, is a tension-filled Medieval tale about a handsome Scottish mapmaker who, by king’s decree, must join forces with a fearless female mountain guide from an enemy clan. He vows to make this the partnership of a lifetime!
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ELIZABETH MAYNE
is a native San Antonian, who knew by age eleven how to spin a good yarn, according to every teacher she ever faced. She’s spent the last twenty years making up for all her transgressions on the opposite side of the teacher’s desk, and the last five working exclusively with troubled children. She particularly loves an ethnic hero and married one of her own eighteen years ago. But it wasn’t until their youngest, a daughter, was two years old that life calmed down enough for this writer to fulfill the dream she’d always had of becoming a novelist.
For Gabriel
You promised all,
and wouldn’t settle for anything less. My hero.
Glencoe, Scotland
February 20, 1598
“Aunt Cassie.” Five-year-old Millicent MacGregor caught a handful of Cassandra Mac Arthur’s snood and yanked on it urgently. “Did Lady Quickfoot sink to the bottom of wee Black Douglas’s bog?”
“Millie!” Cassie exclaimed as her eyes were blinded by the sudden drop of her cloak’s deep hood over her face. Thick wool muffled the rest of her words. “I’m trying to tie this skate on your brother’s foot. You’ll hear the rest of the Lady Quickfoot story tonight.”
“But now is a verra good time to tell it.” Millie smiled winsomely.
“Annie Cass, lookie! Soldiers!” Ian swung his hand over Cassie’s head to point behind her.
“One thing at a time!” Cassie pleaded. She pushed the cloth behind her head, and gave more effort into fastening a wooden skate to a child’s wiggling brogue. “Sit still, Ian!”
“Tickles!” Ian chortled, squirming restlessly as Cassie’s fingers tied the laces firmly around his ankle.
“Lord, for another pair of hands,” Cassie proclaimed, pulling a knot secure.
“I dinna think I can wait till bedtime to find out if Black Douglas saves the last jewel of the Highlands.” Millie danced about, looking for the soldiers Ian had spotted.
“We’ve come here for a skating lesson.” Cassie firmly redirected the girl. “You’ll hear what happened to Lady Quickfoot, Black Douglas and the bard of Achanshiel at bedtime, not a moment sooner, lassie.” She sat back on her skates, muttering, “How does your mother keep clothes on your back, wiggle worm?”
“Whisht, Aunt Cassie,” Millie scolded. “Those men will think y’er daft. Y’er always talkin’ to yerself.”
