Beloved Highlander

Beloved Highlander

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by Sara Bennett
     
 

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Gregor Grant was to have been the Laird of Glen Dhui. But defeat at the hands of the English had cost him the home that had been with his family for generations. Bitter and betrayed, the Highlander vowed never to return . . .

. . . until a lady pleads for his help.

Margaret Mackintosh cannot believe that the wild and scowling warrior in the tavern is

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Gregor Grant was to have been the Laird of Glen Dhui. But defeat at the hands of the English had cost him the home that had been with his family for generations. Bitter and betrayed, the Highlander vowed never to return . . .

. . . until a lady pleads for his help.

Margaret Mackintosh cannot believe that the wild and scowling warrior in the tavern is the man she seeks. This is Gregor Grant, the proud laird her people have been whispering longingly for? But the new lady of Glen Dhui has no choice. Forced into a betrothal to a duke determined to unite their lands, Meg needs a champion. And who better than Gregor Grant, the clan's rightful leader? So the fiery lass makes him an offer he'd be a fool to refuse…and the sweetness of her kisses awakens a desire Gregor had thought long buried. Will Meg be able to resist its heat, or the raging power of his love?

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ISBN-13:
9780061738890
Publisher:
HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date:
10/13/2009
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Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
384
Sales rank:
78,885
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Beloved Highlander

Chapter One

The Scottish Highlands
August 1728

Lady Margaret Mackintosh tightened her fingers on her mare's reins and leaned forward in her stirrups. She was wearing a dark blue jacket with slashed sleeves and a man's tartan trews, which molded to her tall, slender shape. She wore them for riding; she had been riding so most of her life. The people of Glen Dhui, if they thought it strange to see Lady Meg gallop about dressed like a man, would never say so. She was their lady and they loved her.

Meg peered now through the soft and misty gloaming. Was it just her wistful thinking, or did she really see the flickering lights and shadowy buildings of Clashennic ahead? Surely there was an inn there that could provide her with a hot bath and a soft bed? Her skin and hair felt gritty from the long ride from Glen Dhui, and her body ached from her days in the saddle.

She had wondered many times since the journey started whether it was a wild goose chase, whether she should turn back, but always she remembered her father's words, more of an order than a plea.

"Bring Gregor Grant back to Glen Dhui, Meg. Bring him back here to me. He is the only one who can help us now."

Gregor Grant. He had occupied a part of her life since she was twelve years old, and yet she had never met him. She knew him through her father's memories and the stories of the Glen Dhui people, and the drawings she had found in the attic of Glen Dhui Castle. Meg felt as if she knew him very well indeed.

"Clashennic lies ahead, my lady."

Her tacksman, Duncan Forbes, called the comforting words back to her. Relief made his usually dour tones almost eager. He and several of his men had accompanied her on this desperate journey as protection against thieves and bandits, although since the government troops had set up camp in the Highlands, folk had been more law-abiding.

Nestled in the fold of the hills before them was the barracks town of Clashennic, and somewhere in that town was Gregor Grant—Captain Gregor Grant, she corrected herself -- the man whom her father believed would save them.

"How can you be so sure, Father?" she had asked him, her hand clasped in his as he sat before the fire.

He had looked at her with his cloudy blue eyes that once had been as sharp as hers, as if he could still see her face. "Because the boy I remember is honorable and loves Glen Dhui as much as we do, Meg. Because he will fight for the glen and its people. Because I believe that apart from you and me and the people themselves, he is the only one who will."

Except Glen Dhui was no longer his. It had been twelve years since Gregor Grant was Laird of Glen Dhui. Twelve years since the Grants had come out for the Stuarts in the 1715 Rebellion, and he had ridden into battle with his father, the old Laird, and lost. Lost everything. Seventeen-year- old Gregor had been imprisoned after the Battle of Preston, along with hundreds of other men. His father had died of apoplexy in terrible conditions in the prison. And it was there, in the gaol, that Gregor had met Meg's father -- a commander for the government troops -- and it had been her father who saw to his release.

Free he might have been. Saved from the hangman's noose or the steamy plantations of Jamaica or Barbados, Carolina or Virginia. But Gregor had lost his home, lost Glen Dhui. His family's punishment for taking part in the Rebellion was the confiscation of their home, their estate, and with it the title of Laird. Gregor and his mother and young sister had fled Glen Dhui and never returned -- they had had no choice. But the people had mourned them, him in particular -- he was the young Grant Laird -- and she suspected they mourned him still. She knew they had loved him, trusted him, set their hopes upon him. He had been their golden-haired boy, the light of their future.

And it seemed he still was.

"The lad will not let us down," Duncan Forbes had assured her when they had set out two days earlier.

Meg prayed his feelings were not misplaced. And yet she too was lifted by a new and vibrant hope as they rode toward their goal. If Gregor Grant was really all they said ... if he was the sort of man who would set aside his present circumstances to return to the glen he had known as a boy ... then Meg feared she was already more than half in love with him.

"There'll be an inn," Duncan said, noting her weariness. He had dropped back to ride at her side, and she met the gleam of his dark eyes in the growing darkness. "We'll stop there first, my lady, and ye can take your ease. Me and the men will search out Captain Grant for ye."

"Thank you, Duncan. Will you recognize him, do you think?"

"'Tis a while, but aye, I'll know him."

Meg nodded. She had never seen Gregor Grant herself, but she thought she would know him. His collection of boyhood sketches, found in the attic, and kept in a corner of her room, had drawn her attention again and again over the years. The sketches were delicate, so careful in their detail, romantic in their rendering, full of an emotion that spoke to her. The man ... the boy who created such works must be special. From her father's memories of the seventeen-year-old Gregor and her own daydreams, she visualized him as slender and fair, with the face of a poet and the long-fingered hands of an artist ...

Beloved Highlander. Copyright © by Sara Bennett. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

Meet the Author

Sara Bennett has always had an interest in history, and to survive a series of mind-numbing jobs, she turned to writing historical romance. She lives in an old house, with her husband and animals too numerous to mention, in the state of Victoria, Australia, where she tries to keep the house and garden tidy, but rarely succeeds—she'd rather be writing or reading.

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Beloved Highlander 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 16 reviews.
harstan More than 1 year ago
In 1728, dying General Mackintosh arranges for his beloved daughter Margaret to marry their wealthy neighbor Lord Abercauldy. He thought he was doing the right thing to insure Margaret¿s future until he learns that Abercauldy killed his first wife. Desperate to keep Margaret safe, but unable to ride because he is blind, he sends his daughter to bring home Gregor Grant, the son of the former owner of the estate. Though Gregor lost his inheritance due to the Jacobite Rebellion, he also saved the General¿s life so Mackintosh believes the lad is honorable.

Margaret finds Gregor drunk and wounded from a duel over a woman. She persuades him through her courageous actions to come home with her to meet the General although she is disappointed that he does not live up to her image of him based on the drawing she found that he did when he was a teen. The General asks Gregor to marry Margaret to correct his error in judgment. Gregor agrees only if Margaret agrees. She reluctantly does and they wed. Though both already love one another neither trusts the other¿s motives. They also must contend with an irate spouse and Abercauldy.

This is an exciting eighteenth century romance, though the resolution of the conflict with the villain occurs too easily. The story line moves rapidly forward from the moment Margaret confronts a drunken Gregor until the climax. Gregor and Margaret are a wonderful duet whose mistrust is understandable. The support crew sustains the plot¿s pace and enables the audience to comprehend what makes the lead duo act as they do. The bottom line is that this is a fun tale that readers will enjoy.

Harriet Klausner

Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Really enjoyed the xters & the story line. No complaints here.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great characterizations... excellent story.
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