Abducted Heiress

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Molly Gordon, the Maid of Dunsithe, would be the wealthiest woman in Scotland...if anyone could find her fortune. But spirited away by her greedy uncle, she is kept captive on a misty island, separated from her treasure and the rest of her family, perhaps forever. She longs for a hero to rescue her. But when Sir Finlay Mackenzie, the fiery warrior, gains possession of Molly, her defiance and his temper lead them into a battle of wills. Armed with the right to marry her or barter her, he finds a proud princess who...

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Molly Gordon, the Maid of Dunsithe, would be the wealthiest woman in Scotland...if anyone could find her fortune. But spirited away by her greedy uncle, she is kept captive on a misty island, separated from her treasure and the rest of her family, perhaps forever. She longs for a hero to rescue her. But when Sir Finlay Mackenzie, the fiery warrior, gains possession of Molly, her defiance and his temper lead them into a battle of wills. Armed with the right to marry her or barter her, he finds a proud princess who resists his passion and fights his every command. Now the real adventures begin as together Molly and Fin face danger, desire, and the fate that will drive them until they can open their hearts to magic-and to love.

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Amanda Scott has given a new slant to historical romance, taking an actual event (in this case the attack upon the Scottish castle of Eilean Donan in 1539), and "discovering" the secret part the fairy folk played in that heroic conflict. That touch of magic adds a delightful sense of whimsy to this dramatic, romantic tale. In the human world, Molly Gordon, the Maid of Dunsithe, is merely a pawn. No man cares that she's pretty, intelligent, and sweet natured -- well, sweet natured as long as no one pushes her too hard. All that matters to her would-be suitors is that she could be the wealthiest woman in Scotland -- if only her late father's treasure could be found. Molly has no idea what to expect when the king of Scotland unexpectedly gives powerful warrior Finlay Mackenzie the right to marry her, bestow her hand, or barter those rights to another. But it certainly doesn't occur to her that one of the fairy folk is responsible for this new twist of fate. Yet, when Fin claims Molly as his bride, it soon unfolds that though the fairies seldom choose to meddle in human affairs, finding the lost treasure of Dunsithe is not all their magic can do.
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The characters in Scott's (The Abducted Heiress) 16th-century romance take nearly three quarters of the novel to deduce what is obvious to the reader from page one that beautiful Elspeth, who slaves away as a servant with Cinderella-like endurance, is the book's "hidden heiress." Long assumed to be the bastard daughter of an exiled earl, Elspeth has been forced to earn her keep at Farnsworth Tower since she was a child. The worst aspect of her position, however, is dealing with Farnsworth's domineering wife and bratty daughters, who are little more than stereotypes. Everything changes the day she saves Patrick MacRae from capture in the woods and helps him secure a position as falconer at the Tower. His bearing indicates he's no mere criminal on the lam; in fact, he's a highland knight on a mission to reach Stirling, where King James V has been holding his laird hostage. King James and Cardinal Davey Beaton, the man behind Scotland's throne, play significant roles in the story, as do a group of magical "wee people," who help push Elspeth and Patrick together. Although it's clear from the start that Elspeth and Patrick are destined to fall in love, there's no real romantic tension or, for that matter, believable affection between them. Too many principal characters and too little interaction between the hero and heroine keep this trite fairytale from taking wing. (Aug.) Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780446610261
  • Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
  • Publication date: 11/28/2001
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 432
  • Sales rank: 957,444
  • Product dimensions: 4.12 (w) x 6.75 (h) x 1.00 (d)

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The Secret Clan

Hidden Heiress
By Amanda Scott

Warner Forever

Copyright © 2002 Lynne Scott-Drennan
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-446-61032-1


Chapter One

The Scottish Highlands, ten years later

Twelve ships sailed down the narrow Sound of Raasay between the east coast of the Isle of Skye and the west coast of Kintail on the Scottish mainland. At the bottom of the Sound, the ships turned east into Loch Alsh. Despite an August morning mist rising from the loch and giving the steep surrounding hills a softened gray-blue appearance, the day promised to be a fine one. The mist dissipated before the ships came within sight of their objective.

At Eilean Donan Castle, on its islet at the east end of Loch Alsh, where the loch forked into Loch Long and Loch Duich, the first warning of danger was a shout from the ramparts. "Ships on the loch!"

The shout echoed down the spiral stone stairway to the great hall, where the constable of the castle, Sir Patrick MacRae, sat at the high table, looking over accounts supplied to him by the castle's mistress. As usual, he checked them only to digest the information they afforded him and found no errors in her ladyship's careful calculations. He had been about to set them aside when he heard the shout.

A tall, broad-shouldered, muscular man with dark hair and gray eyes, he leaped to his feet with the agile quickness of an athlete trained to deal with crisis and ran for the stairway, shouting at two nearby men-at-arms to follow. Halfway up the stairs, they met the watchman clattering down.

"Ships, sir!" "How many?" Patrick demanded, pushing past him up the stairs.

The man turned to follow with the other two close behind. "I lost count but at least a half score, maybe a dozen."

"How far away?" "Not far enough," the man replied tersely. "Maybe a mile and a half beyond Glas Eilean."

"So they are still three or four miles off. How is the wind?"

"Stiff, sir, and from the northwest. I reckon we may have an hour but no more than that and probably less."

Patrick had reached the top of the stairs, and he strode through the open doorway without replying. On the crenellated walkway, he saw at once what the watcher had seen, and the sight stopped his breath. A dozen large ships sailed toward the castle, one of them significantly larger than its companions.

"Holy mother of God," he muttered. The other three men crowded close behind him, echoing his dismay.

He said crisply to the two who had followed him from the hall, "The laird and his lady are in the village. Go at once and fetch them. Also, bring back anyone else who desires to take shelter within our walls."

"Who d'ye think it be, sir?" the third man asked as the two others turned away. "Be it them wretched Macdonalds again? It be more than a year since their laird attacked us and died here, but mayhap young Donald hopes t' take his place."

"Those are not Macdonald galleys," Patrick said. "I know of only one group of ships in the area. Those are Jamie's ships."

"The King?" A note of awe tinged the man's voice. "Aye," Patrick said grimly. "I wish we had finished building our new horn work, so we'd have our cannon mounted and ready."

"But would his grace no ha' sent word o' his coming, sir? Folks in Portree kent for a week a forehand that he were going to visit there."

"He would have warned us had he desired to be our guest," Patrick said. "They say, though, that he is collecting Highland chiefs as hostages, hoping thereby to tame an area he fears still remains hostile to him. He has already collected Macdonald of Clanranald, Macdonald of Glengarry, and MacLeod of Dunvegan."

"But why would the King o' Scots come here? Forbye, sir, if he be collecting his enemies, he should collect Donald Gorm o' Sleat. After all, it were his father, Donald the Grim, who tried to take back the Lordship o' the Isles last year and raised an army and a fleet o' galleys against the King. Our laird remained loyal to Jamie throughout. Moreover, his own father and yours died in battle against the traitor, and it were here at Eilean Donan that Donald died."

"Aye," Patrick said, still watching the approaching fleet. His gut told him that his grace was not coming to thank anyone for ridding him of Donald the Grim.

By the time he saw Mackenzie of Kintail and his lady being rowed home across the narrow tidal channel between the islet and the Kintail mainland, the lead ships were close enough to make out their royal banners.

Hurrying down the stairs, Patrick had begun to issue orders to men in the hall when Kintail strode in with his wife, Molly, Lady Kintail, at his side.

"We saw them from below," Kintail said. "What make you of this, Patrick?" "Is it really the King?" Molly asked. "Aye, I'm sure it is," Patrick said, managing a smile for her. He had a warm place in his heart for his master's wife.

Turning to the laird, who had been his close friend from childhood, he said, "As to what I make of this, Fin, it can be nothing good. If Jamie and his advisors are coming here without first sending word that we should expect them, it can mean only that they did not want to warn us of their coming."

"But the gossips say that Jamie and Cardinal Beaton are collecting hostages," Molly protested. "Taking Fin would be pointless. We fought against Donald. Moreover, we had planned to spend the month of September at Dunsithe!"

"I have no answer for you," Patrick said. "One can rarely divine Jamie's thinking, but the wind has picked up, so we'll have answers soon enough."

Half an hour later, men rowed to the castle in a small boat from one of the lead ships, demanding that Kintail surrender to the King's grace. Kintail refused, albeit with respect and a suggestion that the parties first discuss the matter civilly.

Shortly thereafter, the first explosion sounded from the ships' cannon.

MacRae men-at-arms under Patrick's direction did what they could to defend the castle, but although Eilean Donan was impregnable to most attacks, its walls were small defense against cannon fire. Not long after it began, when a furious barrage threatened to bring down part of the curtain wall, Kintail ordered a halt.

"Take a boat to Jamie's ship and tell him I yield," he said gruffly to Patrick. "Invite his grace to join us for supper and offer him a decent bed for the night."

Patrick left at once, but the first thing he learned was that he should have paid more heed to the banners, for the largest ship was not Jamie's. When he asked the man-at-arms who met him as he boarded to take him to the King, repeating the command in broad Scot when the man shook his head at his Gaelic, the man smiled wryly and said, "Ye've come aboard the wrong ship tae see his grace, sir."

"Then whose ship is this?" "It be Cardinal Beaton's ship. That one yonder be the King's," he added, gesturing toward the second largest. "Then I will seek his grace there." "If ye-" The man broke off, stiffening to attention, his gaze fixed on a point behind Patrick.

Turning, Patrick found himself facing a man he knew most women would find attractive. In his late forties, he was dressed all in red, his elegant velvet doublet and trunk hose slashed with crimson silk in the French style.

"I am Davy Beaton," the man said. "Have you the authority to yield Eilean Donan to the King's grace?"

"Aye, sir," Patrick said. "I am Patrick MacRae, constable of the castle, acting at the command of Mackenzie of Kintail." Uncertain exactly how he was supposed to address Cardinal Beaton, who was said to be one of the most powerful men in Scotland-more powerful even than the King, some said-he decided that under the circumstances, proper form did not matter.

When the cardinal said nothing to indicate that he cared one way or another, Patrick added, "Kintail bids you and his grace the King to join us at Eilean Donan for supper and to spend the night if that be your pleasure. Bring any others you care to bring, for the laird would like to remind his grace that we have ever been his grace's loyal subjects and that this attack on a peaceful residence is unseemly."

Beaton raised his eyebrows. "Peaceful?" "It was you and yours that made all the noise," Patrick said bluntly.

"Aye, 'tis true, but you shut your doors to us." "Only after you demanded that Kintail surrender to the King's grace as a hostage. With respect, sir, one does not take one's friends hostage. You would have done better to seize young Donald of Sleat, who is your proven enemy."

"Aye, and so we expected to do," Beaton said, "but someone warned him, and he has fled. Doubtless, he will find sanctuary with England's Henry. He would not be the first enemy of his grace's to do so."

"That is true enough," Patrick said. He had never encountered England's Henry, the eighth of that name to rule there, but like any educated Scot, he knew that Henry had for years been a thorn in the side of his nephew, James of Scotland. "Nevertheless," he added, "Kintail is no enemy of the King's, sir."

Beaton smiled. "You should call me 'my lord,' or 'eminence,' Sir Patrick."

Patrick found himself smiling back, astonished that Beaton knew his title. "I apologize, my lord. I have never conversed with a cardinal before."

"I am also the papal legatas a latere," Beaton said. That news astonished Patrick, for having studied at St. Andrews University, which was connected to the Archbishopric, he knew that the title Lateran Legate meant that Cardinal Beaton acted as the Pope in Scotland.

Uncertainly, he said, "Does that mean you make the decisions here, my lord, or should I still present my master's invitation to King James?"

To his further astonishment, Beaton grimaced and said, "I am certainly not the one making the decisions today, Sir Patrick. You must render your duty to his grace, of course, and mayhap he will accept Kintail's generous invitation-if you can persuade him that it will serve his interest to do so." More uncertain than ever about what was going on, Patrick bowed. "I thank you, your eminence. I shall go at once to his grace's ship."

As he turned away, Beaton said gently, "Sir Patrick, I am told that you are astonishingly loyal to Mackenzie of Kintail, so it occurs to me that we may find opportunity to meet again."

Glancing back, Patrick raised his eyebrows. "I do not take your meaning, my lord. Unless his grace orders me to accompany my master, as constable of Eilean Donan and Dunsithe-Kintail's castle in the Scottish Borders-it is likely that I shall remain to attend my duties." "Nonetheless, sir, if you are ever in need of a friend at Stirling, you may apply to me."

Bowing again, but no wiser than before, Patrick said, "I thank you and hope you will not think me disrespectful if I add that I hope the occasion does not arise." His expression unreadable, Beaton dismissed him with a nod.

Still bewildered, Patrick descended the rope ladder to his boat and told his oarsmen to row to the next ship, where after learning his mission, a lackey led him below to a cabin from which issued the sound of hearty masculine laughter. His escort pushed open the door and, blocking the way, announced loudly, "Sir Patrick MacRae desires speech wi' your grace, an it suit ye, sire."

From within a mild voice said, "Bid him enter." His escort moved aside, and Patrick stepped through the doorway to find two men inside a luxuriously appointed cabin. Their clothing was rich enough to make him aware that his was no longer even fashionable. Tapestry hangings covered the walls, and carpets decked the floor. A leather dice cup and a pair of ivory dice lay on a marquetry table between the two men, along with a gold wine flagon and two delicately etched golden goblets.

Although Patrick had never met the King, he had no difficulty recognizing which of them was James, fifth of that name to be High King of Scots. At twenty-eight, his grace was tall, handsome, and well built with the Stewart red hair and blue eyes. Rumor had it that he drank too much and wenched too much, and indeed, Patrick could see that the royal face and figure were puffy, and the royal complexion blotchy. He decided that his grace probably needed more stimulating exercise than spilling dice from a cup.

The man at James's side-also handsome-was younger, more slenderly graceful, and carried himself with a lordly arrogance that James lacked. Bowing deeply to the King, Patrick waited until he heard his name spoken before he looked up again. James smiled and said in broad Scot, "Does your master yield to his king?"

"He does, your grace," Patrick said, speaking the same language.

"Then where is he?" demanded the second man. "He should be here."

Not liking his shrill, arrogant tone, Patrick had all he could do not to reply sharply, but he suspected that the gentleman must be one of the King's infamous favorites, and Patrick was not a fool.

Carefully controlling his voice, and addressing a point midway between the two, he said, "As constable of Eilean Donan, I speak for the Laird of Kintail and yield to a superior force." Turning slightly, so that he now addressed only James, he added gently, "He commanded me to offer hospitality, as well, your grace. The Laird bids you join him and his lady at supper, with any number of your party whom you choose to accompany you, and to pass the night in a comfortable bed."

James chuckled, but the other man said indignantly, "He would see us murdered in our beds, more like. Don't do it, James!"

"Peace, Oliver," James said with a fond smile. "You know that these Highlanders have notions of hospitality far stronger than ours. In any event, the Mackenzies of Kintail have ever remained loyal to the Crown."

"I have told you and told you, James! The only safe Highlander is one you can watch every minute! Do you really believe he will surrender so meekly?"

Since it was not appropriate for him to interject his opinion, Patrick held his tongue, but he longed to tell James he had nothing to fear at Eilean Donan. James glanced at him, his eyes twinkling. As if he could hear Patrick's silent thoughts, he said, "Have you naught to say in your defense, sir?"

Bowing again, Patrick said quietly, "Not in my own defense, sire, but for the people of Kintail, I say that all here remain loyal to your grace. In fact, sire, were you enemy instead of friend, you would still be safe inside our walls now that Kintail has extended his welcome to you. Highland hospitality forbids attacking those seeking its benefits. Our rules forbid, as well, any refusal to grant hospitality. In a fierce winter, such a refusal could equal a death sentence."

"There, you see, Oliver. Ah, but I have not yet properly made Oliver known to you, have I, Sir Patrick? This is Oliver Sinclair," James added with his easy smile. "He is my friend, and those who are loyal to me are likewise loyal to Oliver."

Continues...


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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 18, 2002

    outstandig read

    I read Abducted Heiress in two days. Amanda Scott is a superb storyteller.I loved all of the charicters in this book especially mollys wild fin.I highly recommend this book.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Excellence historical paranormal romance

    In 1527, the Earl of Angus arrives to take his five year old niece Molly Gordon, the Maid of Dunsithe and her infant sister Bessie away from their home. The little girls have no protector as their father just died and their mother is helpless to stop her brother, who plans to control the wealth of Molly, an heiress. Before being separated from her two children, Molly¿s mother uses a heated ring to burn a mark onto her daughter¿s chest so she can recognize her if they ever meet as adults. <P>Twelve years later, Sir Finlay ¿Wild Fin¿ Mackenzie comes to the Isle of Skye to take his king chosen betrothed/ward Molly away with him. Fin has two reasons to marry Molly. His people can use her legendary riches though no one knows where they might be and he wants to enact revenge on her previous guardian Donald of Sleat who killed his father. As the wee people interfere, Fin and Molly are attracted to one another, but dangerous enemies want Molly and Fin dead rather than united in love. <P> ABDUCTED HEIRESS, the first part of a two part miniseries, The Secret Clan, is an engaging paranormal historical romantic suspense. The story line is filled with the danger of intrigue blended with the magic of the wee people. The lead characters are a delightfully dueling duet and the audience will enjoy their capers, but the novel works on several levels because fans will believe in Amanda Scott¿s ¿world¿ and want Bessie¿s story told soonest, not next year. <P>Harriet Klausner

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