The Highlander’s Welsh Bride
It was over. Prince Llywelyn was dead, his soldiers fleeing before King
Edward’s army. Carys, a distant cousin to the prince, herself a princess of
Wales, had picked up arms alongside her husband more than a year ago. Now
homeless, her husband buried beneath the good Welsh soil, she seeks shelter in
the north, far from the reach of Longshanks’s men. Carys and Wales would never
be the same again.
Edward’s army. Carys, a distant cousin to the prince, herself a princess of
Wales, had picked up arms alongside her husband more than a year ago. Now
homeless, her husband buried beneath the good Welsh soil, she seeks shelter in
the north, far from the reach of Longshanks’s men. Carys and Wales would never
be the same again.
It was time. Birk MacLean has been ordered to take a bride
and produce an heir. He grows weary of the lasses paraded before him, women of
delicate nature and selfish motives. He desires a wife strong enough to help
lead one of the most powerful clans in Western Scotland.
and produce an heir. He grows weary of the lasses paraded before him, women of
delicate nature and selfish motives. He desires a wife strong enough to help
lead one of the most powerful clans in Western Scotland.
One like the Welsh woman
sitting in his dungeon, arrested for poaching MacLean deer.
sitting in his dungeon, arrested for poaching MacLean deer.
Can Birk convince Carys
marriage to him is preferable to a hangman’s noose? And will the heard-headed
Scot be worthy of a Princess of Wales?
marriage to him is preferable to a hangman’s noose? And will the heard-headed
Scot be worthy of a Princess of Wales?
From the towering Welsh
mountains to the storm-swept Scottish coast comes a tale of betrayal and loss,
deceit and passion. An epic tale of honor and the redeeming power of love.
mountains to the storm-swept Scottish coast comes a tale of betrayal and loss,
deceit and passion. An epic tale of honor and the redeeming power of love.
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EXCERPT
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“I wish to be released.”
Every muscle thrummed with the urge to flee. For more than two years, she’d
remained a step ahead of an English prison, aware a princess of Cymru would not
simply be discarded as unimportant. She’d spent every waking moment—and many
that should have been spent in much-needed rest—avoiding capture. Being a woman
in the hands of an enemy held its own special peril. Fear roiled like an angry
snake in her belly, sending the acrid taste of bile to her mouth.
Every muscle thrummed with the urge to flee. For more than two years, she’d
remained a step ahead of an English prison, aware a princess of Cymru would not
simply be discarded as unimportant. She’d spent every waking moment—and many
that should have been spent in much-needed rest—avoiding capture. Being a woman
in the hands of an enemy held its own special peril. Fear roiled like an angry
snake in her belly, sending the acrid taste of bile to her mouth.
Catch last week’s excerpt on Sherry Ewing’s blog: https://sherryewing.com/blog/
Great excerpt, Cathy!
Thank you for hosting me today, Ruth! Happy Medieval Monday!
Thank you, Mary! Glad you stopped by! ~Cathy
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What a wonderful excerpt! LOVE this story!!!
Thank you, Lane!!
Wonderful excerpt, Cathy!
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Just great excerpt,,
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