MacGowan Betrothal: Highland Rogues


The MacGowen Betrothal: Highland Rogues

In this second book of the Highland Rogues series, Isobel Fraser and Gilmour MacGowan: readers met in The Fraser Bride-battle danger and their suspicions of each other as they journey through the Highlands. And they find love is the greatest risk and adventure of all!

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The MacGowen Betrothal: Highland Rogues

In this second book of the Highland Rogues series, Isobel Fraser and Gilmour MacGowan: readers met in The Fraser Bride-battle danger and their suspicions of each other as they journey through the Highlands. And they find love is the greatest risk and adventure of all!

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  • ISBN-13: 9780380815418
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 10/28/2001
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 384
  • Product dimensions: 4.18 (w) x 6.75 (h) x 0.96 (d)

Meet the Author

Lois Greiman is the award-winning author of more than twenty novels, including romantic comedy, historical romance, and mystery. She lives in Minnesota with her family and an ever-increasing number of horses.

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Chapter One

Henshaw, Scotland
The month of May, in the year of our Lord 1535

"Effie lass, your hair is as lovely as me stallion's. And like me destrier..." The Munro leaned closer to the maid. She stepped warily backward, eyes wide, for even seated, he towered over her. "Me very sight of such a bonny filly makes me long to bree--"

"You have our thanks, Elga!" Gilmour interrupted hastily. Straightening, he drew the maid's attention to him with the full force of his renowned smile.

The Red Lion's young serving maid pulled her gaze from Innes Munro and let it fall on Gilmour. He noticed with some satisfaction that for a fraction of a second she forgot to inhale, but it was her breathy sigh that did his heart the most good.

"The meal was a rare treat," he continued and found that he was able to relax somewhat now that the Munro had ceased his horrendous attempt to be charming. "And your kind attention has been much appreciated."

"I am happy I have pleased you, me laird," she said and curtsied. She had not yet reached eight and ten years, but she knew how to flirt using nothing more than her eyes. Of course, her breasts, prettily displayed above the kindly bodice of her gown, did nothing to detract from her charms. Ahh...women.

"Shall I fetch you a bit more ale?" she asked, dimpling coquettishly.

"I am tempted, Elga," he said and knew immediately that she realized he was thinking of more than the ale, for she blushed and dimpled all the more. "But nay, I'd best not."

"More ofIssa's manchet bread?" she suggested. "Or another wedge of crowdie, perhaps?"

"Nay. Naught. I am well sated."

"Well, I am not sated atall," rumbled Innes Munro, scowling, first at Mour, then at the maid. "But I think you might be up to the task of seeing the job done if you've a mind to, lass. You've but to show me to your chamber and l'll --"

"What's that?" Gilmour rose abruptly to his feet, grasping the maid's arm as he did so. "I believe I hear your master calling."

Elga stared at him with wide, dreamy eyes. "Nay," she breathed. "Master Gibbs is not --"

"Mayhap it was the cook, then. You'd best go, wee Elga," Mour insisted and dropping his hand to hers, bent to kiss her knuckles. "'Twould wound me grievously if you came to trouble on me own account."

"Oh. I..." She floundered for words as he caressed her fingers with his thumb. "You will return?" she asked.

"I'll be back this very night if you'll promise me a tumble --" began the Munro, but Gilmour interrupted again.

"Certainly," he said. "We shall return. But you must go now."

She left with a troubled glance for Innes and a smile for Mour, but it was really the sway of her skirts that was the most intriguing.

"What the hell be you doing?" Innes rumbled, snatching Gilmour's attention from the girl with the grating of his voice. "She was just now warming up to me."

Gilmour found his seat and nodded casually to Russell Grier, Baron of Winbourne, who was nursing a horn of spirits some tables away.

The baron raised his drink. "Laird Gilmour of Evermyst," he called. "Where one can see forever and even the goat herder is bonny."

"To your health," greeted Mour and raised his ale. It would have been better if no one knew of the Munro's sojourn at the Red Lion, but rumor said Winbourne had troubles of his own to worry on, and by the looks of things, he was a goodly way intohis cups. So Gilmour turned his attention back to his giant companion. "Warming up to her," he said, keeping his tone level. "She was about to crack you on the pate with your own goblet. What the devil did you think you were about?"

The Munro's heavy brow lowered dangerously. "I was wooing her, I was."

"Wooing! If you were wooing, I was birthing --" Gilmour began, but in that instant he noticed the other man's right hand. It was as big as a battering ram and wrapped rather suggestively about a short bladed dagger. Raising his brows, Gilmour tilted a slow grin from the knife to the bearer. "In truth," he said, nodding thoughtfully, "I've seen worse attempts." Though the chieftain of the notorious Munros couldn't flirt worth sparrow droppings, he was the devil himself when it came to knife play. "Still, if I am to help you I think you may need a wee bit more practice."

"I have practiced," grumbled the other.

Aye. Well, thew thins take time." The word "forever" came to mind.

"I tire of this game," said the Munro. "Playing cat to these scrawny kitchen mice."

Tire of flirting? Was it possible? Gilmour wondered, then brought his attention rapidly back to the matter at hand: Innes Munro, his lack of charm, and his knife.

"It but takes time to understand a woman's mind," Gilmour said.

Munro deepened his scowl. "And how did you learn, MacGowan?"

Mour mulled over the giant lord's question. After all, there was no need to teach an eagle to soar. "Some are simply better suited for certain tasks than others," he began diplomatically. "In truth, I'm not particularly gifted at..." But now that he thought about it, he couldn't name a single task he wasn't particularly gifted at. He smiled at that realization and began to announce his findings, but at that second Munro shifted his knife with suggestive malevolence.

"How are you at dying?" he rumbled and Gilmour laughed out loud.

Time with the Munro had its merry moments after all.

"Easy now, Innes." he said. "How would it look if you attempted to kill me right here in the Red Lion?"

"Attempted?" Munro's...

The MacGowan Betrothal. Copyright © by Lois Greiman. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 3, 2003

    Almost a total waste of my time.

    I'm sorry but about a third of the way through the book, I realized that I really did not like it. I could NOT stand Isobel, the heroine. She wants Gilmoure; she doesn't want him. I felt like I was going around in circles. And as for Gilmoure's secret...please, how unbelievable could that be? It WAS funny, hence the '2' rating, although I felt that at least two instances were contrived in order to get a laugh. One was Isobel's last kidnapping. At least I think it was her last, I lost count. The second was Isobel and Moure's stay with Lady Madelaine. What a menagerie! Francois, Gilmoure's frisky stallion who ogled every mare in sight, was the best part of the story. Although there was a very tender scene when 'Moure was holding 'wee Mary' in his arms and she looked at him with such trust and contentment that it gave Isobel doubts as to her opinion of Gilmoure. And there again is another problem. I don't remember if FRAZER BRIDES explained where Mary came from and it would have been appreciated if Ms. Greiman had either explained this fully or, at least refreshed my memory. Wee Mary was simply referred to, once, as a fosterling of Ramsey and Anora MacGowan.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 7, 2002


    Isobel Fraser saw her sister wed to Ramsay MacGowan. After that though, she felt as if she did not belong. She left to make her own way in the world. Isobel ended up as a cook and waitress at an out-of-the-way inn, the Red Lion. She was fine until Laird MacGowan walked through the door. She wanted nothing to do with Gilmour of the MacGowans! There was no room in her life for marriage or love. She had other matters that needed tending. Gilmour was surprised to find headstrong Isobel working at the Red Lion. All maids swooned over him, except her. In fact, she had already spurned his attention. But Gilmour was determined to wed her and was prepared to go toe-to-toe with the spirited lass! ***** No swooning heroine here! Isobel is a take charge woman with intelligence, common sense, and street savvy! Watching these two lock horns was an absolute pleasure! Extremely recommended! ***** Reviewed by Detra Fitch.

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