How to Abduct a Highland Lord
Chapter One
The MacLeans are an ancient family, long of grace and fair of face. 'Tis a pity they know their own worth, fer it makes 'em difficult to bargain with. Shrewd they are; 'tis rare they come out on the bottom side of any bargain. Yer own pa says he'd rather be bit by a sheep than dicker with a MacLean.
Old Woman Nora of Loch Lomond to her three wee granddaughters one cold night
Gretna Green, Scotland
April 9, 1807
Fiona MacLean forced herself to smile. "Father MacCanney, we've come to be married."
The heavyset priest looked uncertainly from Fiona to the groom and then back. "B-but -- he's not -- I canna -- "
"Yes you can, Father," Fiona said in her calmest voice, her hands fiercely fisted in the strings of her reticule.
Come hell or high water, she was about to end the longest, most drawn-out, and most foolish feud in all Scotland. And thereby lose her freedom, her carefully planned future, and perhaps even a bit of her heart.
The thought made her stomach sink lower. But this marriage was nece ... read full excerpt from: How to Abduct a Highland Lord ebook
