Authors: Susan King
Tags: #Highland Warriors, #Highlander, #Highlanders, #Historical Romance, #Love Story, #Medieval Romance, #Romance, #Scottish Highland, #Warrior, #Warriors
|The Raven's Moon|
|Border Rogues |
|ePublishing Works! (2014)|
|Tags:||Highland Warriors, Highlander, Highlanders, Historical Romance, Love Story, Medieval Romance, Romance, Scottish Highland, Warrior, Warriors|
Desperate to help her wrongly imprisoned brother, Mairi Macrae takes to the Scottish highways to steal the execution warrant, and waylays the wrong man when she takes down Border officer Rowan Scott.
A notorious deputy on a secret mission, Rowan wants nothing to do with the beautiful Highland thief -
yet soon they are caught in an intrigue over lost treasure and a mysterious portent.
As passion steals both their hearts, Rowan and Mairi must take every risk -
and lay down their lives to save each other.
The Raven's Moon
The Border Rogues Series
National Bestselling Author
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For my sons
Joshua, Jeremy, and Sean
each one a joy and a privilege
each one a hero
Thanks go to Mary and Ed Furgol for a rousing Burns Supper among other Scottish inspirations; to Ted Wells-Green, M.D., who suggested treatment for fictional injuries; and to Jo-Ann Power and Eileen Charbonneau for always being there, regardless of geography.
"Oh no, oh no, my brither dear,
That thing maun never be..."
—"The Battle of Harlaw"
Scotland, the Borderlands
The wind whirled around her like a curse, strong as a demon's breath. As a gust of rain billowed her black cloak, Mairi Macrae kept her horse steady beneath her. She waited, her attention focused on the dark road below.
Though her knees shook with fear—she was no fool to think this, tonight, would be easy—she tightened her grip on the reins and stiffened her shoulders, refusing to surrender to a sudden impulse to flee. She had to ride out again. Too much depended on her courage, here and now. Her brother Iain, imprisoned and condemned, had no other champion but her.
Blinking in the rain, she watched the road and boggy moor from her hilltop perch. In the distance, the muddy road unraveled like a brown ribbon. Three times over weeks, she had sat here watching for messengers along that highway.
Tonight's twilight storm would give her—and her companion, not yet arrived—an advantage of surprise. The rider coming this way would not expect anyone to be out on moor or hillside, waiting to strike, in such weather.
She had a feeling that another messenger would come through tonight, yet another sent by King James's privy council to deliver documents to the warden of the Scottish Middle March; his stone tower was not far from here. Mairi could sense the rider's approach—a compelling, tense foreboding that she could not ignore.
Iain, her twin brother, had inherited the full gift of Sight from their mother, and Mairi did not share that—for her, a portent was sometimes a strange heaviness in the air or even a physical twinge. As child growing up in the Highlands, she had learned to listen to those silent warnings. Having lived in the Lowlands for a few years, she heeded those feelings even more closely. The Borderlands could be a rough and dangerous territory, and any foreboding was useful. And now she herself added to that danger. She had no choice.