{"id":7601,"date":"2019-04-08T01:05:39","date_gmt":"2019-04-08T05:05:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/?p=7601"},"modified":"2019-03-11T14:44:48","modified_gmt":"2019-03-11T18:44:48","slug":"the-highlanders-welsh-bride-by-cathy-dd-macrae","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/?p=7601","title":{"rendered":"The Highlander\u2019s Welsh Bride by Cathy & DD MacRae"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Highlander\u2019s Welsh Bride<\/strong><\/p>\n

by Cathy & DD MacRae<\/p>\n

Blurb:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Prince Llywelyn was dead, his soldiers fleeing before King Edward\u2019s 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\u2019 men. Carys and Wales would never be the same again.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

One like the Welsh woman sitting in his dungeon, arrested for poaching MacLean deer.<\/p>\n

Can Birk convince Carys marriage to him is preferable to a hangman\u2019s noose? And will the heard-headed Scot be worthy of a Princess of Wales?<\/p>\n

Excerpt:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Birk led Carys to his desk, halting a few steps away. A piece of parchment lay upon the surface, held in place by an inkpot on one corner and a thick, leather-bound book at the other. The priest eyed him across the expanse, arms folded, hands hidden within the sleeves of his long brown robe. The steward and his wife stood on either side of the priest, witnesses for the ceremony.<\/p>\n

The priest turned his attention to Carys. \u201cIf the bride will give me her name, I will complete the contract.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lifting her chin a fraction, Carys avoided Birk\u2019s gaze.<\/p>\n

\u201cDinnae fash. He\u2019s been well-compensated for overlooking the irregularities of the wedding.\u201d<\/p>\n

She blinked. \u201cYou bribed a priest?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNae. Compensation comes after he performs the ceremony. Bribery would indicate payment before he does as I ask. I am not that foolish.\u201d<\/p>\n

Carys squared her shoulders and addressed the priest.<\/p>\n

\u201cCarys Wen, filia Pedr.\u201d<\/p>\n

Nodding, the rotund priest carefully inserted her name in the proper place on the document, with a bit of help in spelling from the bride.<\/p>\n

Birk dropped Carys\u2019s arm and stepped boldly to the desk. He plucked the quill from the stand and, dipping the tip in the ink, scrawled his name at the bottom of the parchment. With an instant of uncertainty, he handed the quill to Carys.<\/p>\n

To his surprise, she waved it aside and approached the desk. Splaying her fingertips upon the wooden surface next to the parchment, she studied the contract.<\/p>\n

She can read? Birk\u2019s breath left him in a small whoosh. Shite!<\/p>\n

Her shoulders stiffened and she ran one blunt fingernail over the parchment as if clarifying what she saw. Whirling, she pinned him with an enraged look.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou lied to me?\u201d She blinked furiously and drew a deep breath, stuttering once before she found the words she sought. \u201cYou lied to me! You aren\u2019t the steward, or the captain of the guard, or even the head gaoler. You bastard! You\u2019re the chief of Clan MacLean!\u201d<\/p>\n

Aware of the small crowd avidly listening to every word, Birk folded his arms over his chest. \u201cI dinnae lie to ye. Ye dinnae ask.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her eyes blazed. \u201cYou skirted the issue,\u201d she accused, jabbing a finger beneath his nose. She flung her hand toward the marriage contract. \u201cYou didn\u2019t think I\u2019d be able to read the contract, did you? As laird, you could pardon me without thinking twice, yet you insisted I marry you. Why? Can you not find a woman willing to marry you? Is the bribe of being Lady MacLean not enough?\u201d<\/p>\n

Her chest heaved, fury radiated from every inch. Birk surveyed her laconically. \u201cAre ye finished? Have ye run out of spite?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSpite?\u201d Her voice squeaked up the scale, eyebrows punctuating her indignation less than an inch from her hairline. \u201cCer i grafu!\u201d<\/p>\n

Birk\u2019s eyes narrowed. \u201cYe\u2019ve said that to me before, and I dinnae think it means I do.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt doesn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

Purchase Link: https:\/\/www.amzn.com\/dp\/B07KNYTMPK<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

About Cathy MacRae<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cathy MacRae lives on the sunny side of the Arbuckle Mountains where she and her husband read, write, and tend the garden\u2014with the help of the dogs, of course.<\/p>\n

You can visit with her on facebook, or read her blogs, learn about her books, and sign up for her newsletter at https:\/\/www.cathymacraeauthor.com. Drop her a line\u2014she loves to hear from readers!<\/p>\n

Author Links:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Facebook: https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/cathymacraeauthor\/<\/a><\/p>\n

Twitter: @CMacRaeAuthor<\/a><\/p>\n

Instagram: cathymacrae_author<\/a><\/p>\n

Amazon author page. https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/author\/cathymacrae<\/a><\/p>\n

Pinterest. https:\/\/www.pinterest.com\/authorcathymacrae\/<\/a><\/p>\n

Book bub. https:\/\/www.bookbub.com\/authors\/cathy-macrae<\/a><\/p>\n

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