Border Bride [NOOK Book]

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Set in treacherous sixteenth-century Scotland, the first volume of Amanda Scott’s Border Trilogy tells the unforgettable story of a woman sworn to defy the knight she is forced to wed—only to discover a love she’ll do anything to claim
As Mary, Queen of Scots, languishes in the Tower of London as a prisoner of her cousin, Queen Elizabeth, war tears Scotland apart. To save her beloved homeland, a proud Highland beauty named Mary Kate MacPherson must wage her own battle when she’s...
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Overview

Set in treacherous sixteenth-century Scotland, the first volume of Amanda Scott’s Border Trilogy tells the unforgettable story of a woman sworn to defy the knight she is forced to wed—only to discover a love she’ll do anything to claim
As Mary, Queen of Scots, languishes in the Tower of London as a prisoner of her cousin, Queen Elizabeth, war tears Scotland apart. To save her beloved homeland, a proud Highland beauty named Mary Kate MacPherson must wage her own battle when she’s forced into wedlock with a knight, Sir Adam Douglas, from the barbaric borderland of Tornary. Even as she succumbs to her seductive husband’s sensual demands, Mary Kate vows never to give him her heart. She will belong to no man. But Adam burns with something deeper than desire. Sworn to carry out a long-awaited revenge, he won’t rest until he has vanquished his enemies. Accused of treason, the last thing he expects is to lose his heart to the woman he’s determined to tame but never to love: his own wife. 
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A luscious but dim-witted Highlands lassie and her irritatingly officious ``border lord'' squabble their way to true love in this trying romance set in 1580s Scotland. Sir Adam Douglas misunderstands the innocent flirtation of Mary Kate MacPherson and climbs through her bedroom window for a late-night visit. Just as he realizes he's mixed his signals, she wallops him on the head with a five-foot pole. His response is to ask Mary Kate's father for her hand; her father agrees, and Mary Kate gets her orders to marry. But then, orders pass for normal conversation here: when Mary Kate argues with Adam, he rides off andpk abandons her to walk five miles to her father's house; when she arrives, exhausted and filthy, her father ``burst into laughter. . . . Douglas, too, was grinning.'' The reader is dragged through more such unpleasant scenes as Mary Kate repeatedly challenges Adam, is bested and humiliated, and invariably succumbs to his point of view. Insubstantial historical intrigue (surrounding the execution of Mary, Queen of Scots) adds no excitement. Scott is the author of Lady Brittany's Choice. (Nov.)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781480406346
  • Publisher: Open Road Media
  • Publication date: 3/26/2013
  • Series: Border Trilogy , #1
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 390
  • Sales rank: 219,538
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

A fourth-generation Californian of Scottish descent, Amanda Scott is the author of more than fifty romantic novels, many of which appeared on the USA Today bestseller list. Her Scottish heritage and love of history (she received undergraduate and graduate degrees in history at Mills College and California State University, San Jose, respectively) inspired her to write historical fiction. Credited by Library Journal with starting the Scottish romance subgenre, Scott has also won acclaim for her sparkling Regency romances. She is the recipient of the Romance Writers of America’s RITA Award (for Lord Abberley’s Nemesis, 1986) and the RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award. She lives in central California with her husband.   
A fourth-generation Californian of Scottish descent, Amanda Scott is the author of more than fifty romantic novels, many of which appeared on the USA Today bestseller list. Her Scottish heritage and love of history (she received undergraduate and graduate degrees in history at Mills College and California State University, San Jose, respectively) inspired her to write historical fiction. Credited by Library Journal with starting the Scottish romance subgenre, Scott has also won acclaim for her sparkling Regency romances. She is the recipient of the Romance Writers of America’s RITA Award (for Lord Abberley’s Nemesis, 1986) and the RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award. She lives in central California with her husband.       
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Border Bride


By Amanda Scott

OPEN ROAD INTEGRATED MEDIA

Copyright © 1990 Lynne Scott-Drennan
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4804-0634-6


CHAPTER 1

Harsh, snow-laden winds whipped and roared through the late-October night, wreaking a chilling vengeance upon the southern Scottish landscape and piling huge drifts against the great gray stone manor house at Critchfield. The upper floors of the house were dark, for behind each decorative stone balcony the unglazed window opening was shuttered tightly against the cold. On the ground floor, however, the warm glow of welcome shone brightly through tall, leaded-glass windows, laying golden paths upon new fallen snow and setting snowflakes aglitter where they whirled and danced through the beams of light.

Inside the house, the great hall was warm and cheerful, the bagpipes loud, and the dancing merry. Mary Kate MacPherson laughed aloud when her partner, fair-haired young Kenneth Gillespie, nearly overset himself by attempting a double back kick directly in front of her immediately after completing a high, twisting leap in the air.

"Do you mock my skills, mistress?" Gillespie demanded, grinning down at her as they changed places.

"Nay, sir, truly," she replied without missing her own cross step. "Such graceful jumps and slidings must surely be the envy of all the other gentlemen."

"Are they, indeed?" The pattern of the dance separated them again before he could say more, but he was still smiling.

Mary Kate was enjoying herself hugely. She wore her favorite gown, a delicious confection of Florentine silk, its saffron color accentuating her smooth, red-gold curls and wide-set hazel eyes. Black Naples lace edged the gown's tight bodice and undersleeves as well as the simple ruff encircling her slender white throat, its color enhancing the perfection of her roses-and-cream complexion; and her skirts, instead of billowing stiffly over a farthingale, draped in fluid folds that swirled gracefully about her tiny satin-slippered feet when she danced.

Mary Kate always enjoyed a party, but Critchfield provided novelty as well as pleasure. Highland-bred, she had not been allowed to enjoy social life away from her home near the river Spey until recently when her father had at last given in to the persistent badgering of his sister Sarah, Lady Aberfoyle of Edinburgh, and had begun to allow visits to other relatives when social gatherings were in the offing.

Throughout the first few of these affairs Mary Kate had felt shy and unsure of herself among relatives who kept a close watch over her, allowing her to associate only with those young gentlemen, often stiffly uncertain themselves, who could be trusted to hold their behavior within acceptable bounds. However, here at Critchfield, not only was she farther from home than she had been before—for the manor was well south of Edinburgh, nearly in border country—but her aunt and uncle, though certainly as affectionate toward her as any of her other relatives, had exhibited not the least desire during her week's visit to play the strict chaperon. Consequently, with her confidence increasing steadily, even before this evening, Mary Kate had begun to feel the heady power of her own beauty and to realize that she was attracting a veritable court of fascinated cavaliers, not least among whom was her current partner.

Not only was Kenneth Gillespie tall, handsomely fair, and debonair, but his father was an advisor to King James, which fact provided the young man with an impressive veneer of arcane wisdom whenever he chose to affect familiarity with the goings-on at court. Moreover, he possessed a sufficient amount of practiced charm to turn the head of any young woman.

Mary Kate had met him several times before coming to Critchfield, at functions such as this one, but although he had always displayed polite interest in her, his previous attentions had not been particularly marked, and the possibility that he might have been deterred by her more watchful relations had not occurred to her. Although she had already danced with him twice that evening before he had asked her to join him in the galliard, the fact that she found his attitude delightfully flattering had seemed sufficient reason to accept a third invitation without so much as a moment's hesitation.

The galliard, as Mary Kate's short social experience had quickly taught her, was more of an acrobatic display than a dance, especially on the part of the gentlemen, and Gillespie, like the other young men in their set, took every opportunity to show off his skill. When he swung her high in the air, setting her skirts awhirl and causing her breath to catch in her throat, she thought fleetingly of stories she had heard of people who had broken their legs as a result of the wild skipping, leaping, and turning required by the dance, but then her feet touched the floor again, forcing her to concentrate upon her steps. The next part of the pattern included a difficult back-to-back turn while her partner retained both her hands in his, but no sooner had they reached that point in the dance than a thunderous clamor at the massive front door interrupted the festivities, bringing the music to a discordant halt.

The great oaken portals were swung wide at once to admit four men who stamped their booted, spurred feet and brushed snow from their heavy fur cloaks amid shouts of welcome and laughing shrieks at the sudden icy blast of air from outside. Servants were sent scurrying to tend the newcomers' horses and to provide food and drink, while pipers and dancers alike continued to gaze curiously at the snow-dusted men.

"Do you know them, sir?"

"Aye, mistress," Gillespie responded without taking his eyes off the four men, now being surrounded by an increasing crowd of the merrymakers. His casual tone was belied by an alertness in his wintry gray eyes as he added, "That is to say, I know two of them. The tall man with the dark hair and heavy eyebrows is the borderer, Sir Adam Douglas of Tornary, a close friend of the king. The stout gentleman who rushed to greet him, and who is even now clasping his hand so fervently, is Sir William MacGaurie. I did not realize he was here at Critchfield. Indeed, I had thought him to be still in England."

"England?"

"Aye. He supports the cause of the Queen o' Scots and has been actively seeking that unfortunate lady's release from the English clutches these many years past."

"Godamercy, then mayhap his presence here tonight means Elizabeth intends to set her free at last." The thought was an awesome one, for Mary of Scotland's captivity at the English queen's hands had taken place nearly a full year before Mary Kate's own birth, and it seemed to her therefore that for their queen to be a prisoner was simply a fact of Scottish life. She regarded Gillespie with wide, questioning eyes. "Do you imagine such a thing to be likely, sir?"

His only reply was a doubtful smile and a shrug of his shoulders before he suggested that since the pipers seemed to have regained their wits they might finish their dance.

Mary Kate consented willingly, though not before noting that Sir Adam Douglas, with a quick, curiously frowning glance around the great hall, had spoken briefly to Sir William MacGaurie, then signed to his own men to retire with him from the company. She soon forgot the incident in the gaiety of the party, however, so it was with no little astonishment half an hour later that, hearing her name, she turned to find her uncle standing just behind her with the tall borderer at his side.

Lord Critchfield made the introductions with a twinkle of delight and then, clearly believing that he had served his purpose, swung on his heel and departed before Mary Kate had risen from her curtsy.

She glanced up from beneath her lashes to encounter an impudent grin and dancing dark brown eyes. Douglas had changed to evening dress of emerald velvet, his hose puffed and slashed with white satin. Despite the prevailing fashion for tiny pointed beards, he was clean-shaven, and she thought him rather more civilized-looking than one might have expected a borderer to be, and handsome into the bargain.

"Shall we dance, mistress?" His voice was deep and resonant, and he had the poise and confidence of a man who knew his own power, an attitude that set him well apart from any of her previous partners.

Though she accepted his invitation warily, the dance was a simple, much more stately one than the galliard, giving him the opportunity to draw her into light conversation, which he did with the ease of long practice. She soon discovered that, although he was indeed border-bred, a branch of his mother's family had land on the river Spey just above her father's estates. When she looked surprised to hear it, he grinned at her, his eyes twinkling more than ever.

"Did you mistake me for just another border ruffian, mistress, albeit better dressed than most?"

"Not a ruffian, no," she replied carefully, feeling the betraying warmth creep into her cheeks at the thought of how nearly he had echoed her first opinion of him. Rallying quickly, she added with more spirit, "But I'd not have mistaken you for a high-lander either."

He chuckled. "I'd be well enough satisfied, I think, if you could but believe I possess some good qualities of both."

She smiled up at him, then found it hard to look away, for the warmth in his gaze caught and held hers, and she suddenly felt as though she had known him for years rather than minutes. The feeling passed quickly, but added to the fact of his having relatives on the Spey, it was enough to allay her natural highlander's mistrust of anyone from the borders. Mary Kate soon fell victim, to an intoxicating degree, to Douglas's engaging manner and easy confidence, responding to his gallantry in a way that would ordinarily have been completely alien to her nature.

When their dance ended, he relinquished her hand to another admirer with a nattering air of reluctance, and as he moved away through the crowd of guests, bowing to one and shaking hands or laughing with another, her gaze followed his progress. She even experienced a twinge of jealousy later when he led first one then another damsel into the dance, and if she conversed with her own partners, she was unaware of the fact. When Kenneth Gillespie daringly sought to engage her hand for a fourth dance, she snubbed him so unconsciously that she failed to note the bewildered, ego-bitten air with which he turned away. Beside the fascinating borderer, Gillespie cast but a pale shadow.

Douglas caught her eye upon him several times, and she made no attempt to avoid his glances, even going so far as to return his impudent smile. Though she knew she was flirting outrageously, she found it impossible to stop.

When he came to claim her hand for a second time, she accepted with alacrity, too inexperienced to notice that his attitude toward her had altered, that his voice was a whisper warmer, his touch now a flickering caress. And if, when he swung her through a complicated step, he did so with a hint more energy than was entirely proper, Mary Kate was unaware, mesmerized by his extraordinary charm. Just the flash of his even, white teeth when he smiled was exhilarating. Indeed, the warmth of his hands when he touched her waist, her shoulder, or merely her fingertips was enough to send tremors of excitement racing through her body.

The music stopped at last, and he guided her toward the huge open fireplace where gillies were ladling out mugs of steaming mulled claret. Douglas procured one for each of them.

"Will you be too warm here by the fire?" he asked.

"Oh, no, sir. The hall is chilly if one is not dancing." She sipped cautiously. "Ah, it warms me all the way down!"

He laughed. "But you ought not to be chilled, mistress. You have danced often."

"I have," she agreed with pleasure. "Is it not remarkable? I have scarce missed a single turn."

"Not so remarkable as that," he said. "Not when you are by far the bonniest lass in the hall."

Her eyes twinkled as she regarded him from beneath her thick lashes. "There are others more beautiful than I, Sir Adam."

"Are there? I have not seen them."

"Blinded by their beauty, in fact, whilst you danced with them," she replied, chuckling. "I saw you."

"Art jealous, lassie?" He tweaked a curl that had escaped her coif. "'Twas not their beauty but the spell cast by a red-headed witch that blinded me."

"My hair is not red! 'Tis copper-gold."

"If you prefer to call it so, though I am partial to red hair." He grinned at her over his mug as he took a long sip of the potent brew, but Mary Kate only wrinkled her nose in reply. Douglas used his sleeve to good purpose, then spoke again. "How is it that you speak English so well, lass? And with a most delightful accent, I might add. When your uncle said you were a hielan' wench, I confess I thought I'd have an opportunity to practice my Gaelic."

"Most highland girls of my class have some education, sir." She spoke proudly, knowing he would think it an unusual accomplishment, because she had often heard that border women, like English-women, were rarely educated. "I took my lessons in the clachan near my father's estate, from Parson MacDole," she continued, grimacing at a sudden mental vision of that dour worthy with his beetling gray brows and the slender little ferule he carried as a reminder to those not sufficiently diligent in their studies. "And I do not have an accent, sir."

He chuckled. "You do, but 'tis an uncommonly beguiling one. However," he went on hastily, "you continue to evade answering my question. To hear you confess to even the smallest twinge of jealousy would content me well."

She reddened but was spared the difficulty of forming an acceptable reply when his attention was suddenly diverted to a point beyond her shoulder. Turning, she saw one of the men who had arrived with him beckoning from the doorway into the west gallery.

Douglas set his mug on a nearby trestle table. "'Tis my secretary, Johnny Graham. I must leave, mistress, but I shall not tarry."

"It is of no import to me if you do, sir, for I intend to retire soon. The hour grows late, and my uncle's parties are like to last till dawn." She hesitated, looking around. Her aunt, who enjoyed all the advantages of self-declared and unsubstantiated ill health, had retired much earlier, and her uncle, having overindulged himself in his excellent whiskey, sprawled near the great fire, languidly casting dice with a group of his cronies, all in a like condition. Mary Kate laughed doubtfully. "Mayhap my uncle will leave his dicing long enough to escort me to my chamber."

Douglas shook his head. "No need to trouble him, lass, or to summon a servant. Escorting you will be my pleasure." Taking her mug from her, he placed it next to his own and gallantly offered his arm.

Although she knew it to be highly improper for her to accept escort from an unmarried gentleman, Mary Kate made not the slightest protest before giving him directions to her bedchamber. It was not even necessary for them to request a candle from one of the servants, because candles and torches had been lit in every public room and gallery in honor of the party.

They had reached the door to her bedchamber on the second floor of the west wing when the same young man who had signaled Douglas before approached them from the other end of the long gallery. "Sir," he said respectfully, "the others await you in your chamber, and Sir William grows impatient lest someone note the absence of so many at one time."

"Hold your tongue, lad!" Douglas snapped. "It clacks like a beggar's claptrap. Go and tell them I am just coming."

Graham turned away, his face crimson from the rebuke, and Mary Kate reached toward her door latch.

"One moment, mistress." Douglas pulled her around to face him. "I'll be rid of them soon," he murmured, folding her into his arms and lowering his mouth to hers.

Astonished though she was, the unexpected heat of his passion transmitted itself to her at once, flooding through her body, electrifying every nerve end. Mary Kate had never been kissed in such a way in all her eighteen years, and shock held her rigid for several seconds before she collected her senses sufficiently to shove her small hands against his broad chest in an attempt to free herself.

He released her with a sigh. "If you insist, lassie, but I enjoyed the experience very much and look forward to repeating it as soon as may be." Bowing deeply, he turned on his heel and strode off down the gallery.


(Continues...)

Excerpted from Border Bride by Amanda Scott. Copyright © 1990 Lynne Scott-Drennan. Excerpted by permission of OPEN ROAD INTEGRATED MEDIA.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 4, 2014

    BORDER BRIDE

    Really enjoyed this book. Give it a try. But remember the time, and when the borderers were not look upon as well to the highlanders.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 17, 2014

    Very good.

    I liked the part where Mary Kate was not enthused about getting married.

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  • Posted July 18, 2013

    3.5 out of 5 for this reader folks Border Bride by Amanda Scott

    3.5 out of 5 for this reader folks

    Border Bride by Amanda Scott is a historical romance set in the 16th century when Mary Queen of Scots was being er "housed" at the Tower or London by her cousin Queen Elizabeth. i always love a HR that centers around real historical facts and that is exactly what this novel was.

    Our leading Lady Mary Kate has enjoyed the life as a lady living with her father in the highlands. While visiting other family close to the Borders of Scotland/England, Mary Kate is somewhat captivated by the glare of a gentleman and begins to "flirt" .. well little did she know that flirting means a whole something else to this gentleman. After a rather uncomfortable situation, Mary Kate is thankful she'll never have to see this man again and begins her journey home back to the highlands.

    Little does she realize, Mary Kate has caught the fancy of Sir Adam Douglas, servant and close friend to King James, loyal soldier and all around loyal man. Off Sir Adam goes to speak with Mary Kate's father. much to Mary Kate's dismay, Adam wants her as his wife.

    After some discord, they are married (although Mary Kate refuses to lower her highland sassy pride and fall in love and Adam is too set in his ways to realize that a woman is not a pet to obey him) and are on their journey to the border together.

    I loved the push and pull we got from each character. One minute I found myself agreeing with Adam and wish that MK would smarten up, and then other times I would feel bad for MK and wish that Adam would get his head out of his butt! They are an endearing couple and to see them find their way to each other was a pleasure to read!

    I do wish there was more action with regards to the story. The location of this book was set at such a volatile location at such a volatile time that there could of been non-stop action in the midst of the relationship building. Don;t get me wrong, there was action but I am such a history lover that I wish we would of had more! LOL

    Overall, as my first read of Amanda Scott, I will say that I will continue reading her books. She has a comfortable style that drew me in and tells a lovely romantic tale!

    HAPPY READING! :)


    ARC provided by netgalley for an honest review.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 14, 2004

    Highly NOT recommended

    I've not read a book that made my blood boil like this book. If Adam was my husband, divorce would have been the first thing on my mind. No woman should have to submit to the verbal, and physical, abuse Mary Kate did. I'm very disappointed.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 15, 2004

    Awful!

    This had to have been one of the worst books ever written. The main characters are completely unlikeable. Adam is physically, emotionally, and verbally abusive. Each time he is abusive to her, Mary Kate comes to realize that she deserved what she got from him. What an awful book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 11, 2003

    Very Disappointed

    It's been a long time since I read a 'Romance' novel that left me feeling so down. It was very difficult to read the story of a young lady abused by both her oafish father and then her husband. I can't imagine why the author would think that it would be enjoyable to follow the heoine's repeated humiliations and abuses at her 'loving' husband's hands. Being slapped and 'skelped' (harshly spanked) and then accepting the abuse as being fair and deserved, and then welcoming the brute into her bed was intolerable to me as a reader.

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