The Scottish Bride (Bride Series)

The Scottish Bride (Bride Series)

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by Catherine Coulter

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A Vicar, widower, and father, Tysen Sherbrooke is unprepared for the courageous spitfire who comes into his life when he becomes a Scottish baron.


A Vicar, widower, and father, Tysen Sherbrooke is unprepared for the courageous spitfire who comes into his life when he becomes a Scottish baron.

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
“A good storyteller…Coulter always keeps the pace brisk.”—Fort Worth Star-Telegram

“Ms. Coulter is a one-of-a-kind author who knows how to hook her readers and keep them coming back for more.”—The Best Reviews

“Coulter is excellent at portraying the romantic tension between her heroes and heroines, and she manages to write explicitly but beautifully about sex as well as love.”—Milwaukee Journal

“Coulter instinctively feeds our desire to believe in knights in shining armor and everlasting love—historical romance at its finest.”—

“One of the genre’s great storytellers.”—Kansas City Star

“One of the masters of the genre.”—The Newark Star-Ledger

“Catherine Coulter is one of the best authors of exciting thrillers writing today.”—Midwest Book Review


From the Author:
Dear Reader:

All the Sherbrooke clan are alive, well, and in rip-roaring spirits in August of 1815. Two months after Napoleon's defeat at Waterloo, Tysen Sherbrooke, the youngest of the three brothers, now thirty-one years old, a vicar, a widower, and the father of three children, has just been told by the earl that he's become the new Baron Barthwick of Kildrummy Castle in Scotland.

Tysen feels it is his duty to visit his new holdings. His ten-year-old daughter, Meggie, insists she should accompany him. Tysen refuses, but Meggie is blessed with a full measure of Sherbrooke resolve, and a wily plan of action.

Devout, thoughtful, honorable to his soul, Tysen's narrow sober world explodes when he steps into a bee hive of complications-facing down dreadful people who would as willingly slit his English throat as look at him. Then the Local Bastard, Mary Rose Fordyce, a remarkable young woman blessed with a soft steady heart and a courageous spirit, comes unexpectedly into his life, in desperate need of his protection.

This is the fourth and final book in the Bride series, and I like it the best of all. Tell me what you think.

Catherine Coulter

Write me at P.O. Box 17, Mill Valley, CA 94942 or e-mail me at

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Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Coulter completes her quartet of Regency-set historical romances (The Sherbrooke Bride, etc.) about the Sherbrooke family with a refreshing twist. In contrast to the rakish men featured in the three preceding books, the hero here, Tysen Sherbrooke, is a dour vicar and a widower with three children who arrives in Scotland after inheriting a barony and a castle. With admirable bravado, he rescues Mary Rose Fordyce from the clutches of a local man who will do anything, including rape, to force her into marriage with him. Tysen is outraged at this turn of events, and is surprised as well to discover he has feelings for Mary Rose, feelings that don't conform to his piousness. Unlike many romances where the heroine reforms a rake, here the heroine brings chaotic light into the ordered life of a prudish and seemingly humorless hero. The sheer number of characters in this finale is staggering, but loyal fans will be thrilled to note that many of the protagonists from Coulter's earlier installments are included in the cast. While there are some inconsistencies in character, particularly involving Mary Rose's mother, Coulter's rich development of Tysen and Mary Rose more than compensate. (Jan. 30) Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
Coulter has written many stories about the large and extended Sherbrooke family (Sherbrooke Bride, Sherbrooke Twins, etc.), and here are two more. The Scottish Bride focuses on Tysen Sherbrooke, a minister and the youngest of the three Sherbrooke brothers. Tysen, a widower with three young children, has inherited a title and a castle in Scotland, so he travels there to investigate. Among other things that happen to him, he meets up with Mary Rose Fordyce, and eventually a romance and marriage ensue. The Courtship features characters who have had roles in other novels: Spenser Heatherington (Lord Beecham) meets Lady Helen Mayberry at the Sherbrooke home. She needs a partner to search for a treasure that she calls King Edward's lamp. The obligatory steamy romance is a big part of this story. Anne Flosnik is a competent reader for both books and does not intrude too much in the tales. Optional purchases for libraries with a strong demand for historical romance and Coulter fans.-Mary Knapp, Madison P.L., WI Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Youthful passions still burn strong as Esstman, in a second novel that tries hard to tug the heartstrings but only occasionally succeeds, profiles a woman who finds the courage to reclaim her life after losing her son. Set on a farm on the banks of the Missouri River shortly after WW II, the story limns in self-consciously lyrical prose a woman's belated discovery, in the aftermath of a tragedy, of unsuspected strengths and middle-aged passion. Events before and after the tragedy are recalled and analyzed by family members, as well as by Ozzie Kline, the wrangler who has loved horses—and Nora—since he and she were both teenagers. Nora, who was especially close to her son Simon, breaks down completely; husband Neal has her hospitalized and subjected to electric shock treatment. He tries to sell the farm, though it's been in Nora's family for 70 years. Ozzie, who'd been working on the farm, disappears after the accident but soon returns to help Nora, who refuses to give up the farm. While Nora slowly recovers, Neal, using daughter Clea as a pawn, continues his verbal abuse of Nora: But Nora, with her mother's and Ozzie's help, finds the strength to stand up to him. In this moving and lyrical story of overcoming loss, a man and a woman wage the fight of their lives for a second chance at love.

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Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date:
Bride Series , #6
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Product dimensions:
4.20(w) x 6.71(h) x 0.94(d)
Age Range:
18 Years

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Northcliffe Hall

August 15, 1815

TYSEN SHERBROOKE GAZED out the wide windows onto

the east lawn of Northcliffe, his brow furrowed thoughtfully.

“As a matter of fact,” he said, “I did know that I

was in line for the title, Douglas, but I was so far down

on the list of rightful heirs that I never imagined it could

actually happen. Indeed, I haven’t even thought of it for

a good decade. The last grandson, Ian, he’s really dead?”

“Yes, just six months before the old man died. It seems

he fell off a cliff into the North Sea. The solicitor seems

to think Ian’s death is what shoved Old Tyronne into the

grave. Of course, he was eighty-seven, so he probably

didn’t need much of a push. That means that you, Tysen,

are now Baron Barthwick. It’s an old barony, dating back

to the early fifteenth century, when men of importance

were barons. Earls were later additions, upstarts for a very

long time.”

“I remember Kildrummy Castle, of course,” Tysen said.

“It’s right on the coast, below Stonehaven, overlooking

the North Sea. It’s a beautiful place, Douglas, not immensely

tall with no windows like the old medieval Scottish

castles, but newer, built in the late seventeenth

century, I believe. I remember being told that the original

castle was destroyed in one of their interminable clan

fights. The new one, it’s got gables and chimney stacks—

a good dozen of them—and four round angle-turrets. The

lower floor of the castle is closed off by the building itself

and attached to a curtain wall that encloses a very large

inner courtyard.” Tysen paused a moment, seeing everything

from a younger perspective, and his eyes glistened

a bit as he said, “Ah, but the countryside, Douglas, it is

untamed and wild, as if God gazed down upon it, decided

against our modern buildings and roads, and left it untouched.

There are more crags than you can begin to

count, and deep-rutted paths, just one narrow, winding

road, really, that leads to the castle. There’s a steep, rocky

hill that goes down to a beach, and wildflowers, Douglas,

wildflowers everywhere.”

This was quite a poetic outpouring from his staid, very

serious and literal brother. Douglas was pleased that Tysen

not only remembered Barthwick so well but also appeared

to admire it immensely. He said, “I remember your

going there with Father when you were—what? About ten

years old?”

“That’s right. It was one of the best times of my life.”

Douglas wasn’t at all surprised. It was unusual that any

of them had ever had their father completely to themselves.

Whenever Douglas had his father’s full attention,

he’d felt blessed by the Almighty. He still missed the

former earl, an honorable man who had loved his children

and managed to tolerate his difficult wife with a wry smile

and a shrug of his shoulders. Douglas sighed. So much

change. “Since you are now the holder of an ancient me3

dieval barony, I suppose I shall have to let you sit above

the salt.”

Tysen didn’t laugh, but perhaps he did smile, just a bit.

He hadn’t laughed much since he’d decided to become a

man of God when he was seventeen. Douglas remembered

their brother Ryder telling Tysen that of all the men

placed on this benighted earth, it was a vicar who should

have the greatest sense of humor, since God obviously

did. Just look at all the absurdities that surrounded us.

Hadn’t Tysen ever observed the mating ritual of peacocks,

for example? And just look at their buffoon of a prince

regent, who was so fat he had to be hoisted in and out of

his bathtub? Ah, but Tysen was serious, his sermons highminded,

stark in their message that God was a stern taskmaster

and not apt to easily overlook a man’s lapses.

Tysen was now thirty-one years old. He certainly had the

look of the Sherbrookes—tall, well built, brown hair

streaked with blond, and Sherbrooke eyes the color of a

summer sky. Douglas was the changeling, with his jetblack

hair and dark eyes.

But Tysen didn’t have his siblings’ love of life, their

seemingly inborn boundless joy, their belief that the world

was a very fine place indeed.

“Sitting above the salt—I haven’t heard that phrase in

a very long time,” Tysen said. “I suppose I must travel to

Scotland and see what’s what.” He sighed. “There is always

so much that demands my time here, but Great Uncle

Tyronne deserves an heir who will at least see that the

estate is run properly—not that I have much experience

in that area.”

“You know I will assist you, Tysen. You need but ask.

Would you like me to accompany you to Barthwick?”

Tysen shook his head. “No, Douglas, but I thank you.

It is something that is my responsibility. I have an effi-


cient curate who can assume my duties for a while. You

remember Samuel Pritchert, don’t you?”

Oh, yes, no way to forget that dour prig. Douglas

merely nodded.

“No, I will go by myself. All the heirs dead. Douglas,

I remember all the cousins. So many boys. All of them

are really dead?”

“Yes, a great shame. Disease, accidents, duels, a case

of too much revelry. As I said, the last heir, Ian Barthwick,

evidently fell off a cliff into the North Sea. The

solicitor wasn’t specific about exactly how it happened.”

“There must have been six boys to inherit, all of them

before me. And that’s why, as I remember, Great Uncle

Tyronne set me up as an heir. It amused him to see it

done legally—to place an English boy in line for an ancient

Scottish barony. Naturally he never expected that it

would come about.”

“And now it’s yours, Tysen. His jest came back to hit

him in the face. The castle, the rich grazing lands, more

sheep than you can count even when you’re trying to fall

asleep—all of it belongs to an Englishman. And many of

the crofters and tenants are fishermen, so that means that

even during bad times, no one starves. It isn’t a wealthy

holding, but it is substantial. I understand that Great Uncle

Tyronne didn’t believe in clearances. None of that has

ever been done on Barthwick land.”

“Good for him,” Tysen said. “It’s a pernicious practice,

Douglas, dragging people off land that they’ve farmed or

raised sheep on for hundreds of years.” He paused a moment,

then said, “I suppose that my son Max is now the

heir to the Barony of Barthwick. I do wonder what he

will have to say to that.”

He would probably quote some Latin, Douglas thought.

His brother’s elder boy was very intelligent, quiet, a

scholar, perhaps even more serious than his father had

been at his age. He had been named after their grandfather,

the only scholar in the entire line of Sherbrookes, so

far as Douglas knew.

“When you leave, Tysen, bring the children here, and

Alex and I will look after them. Your Meggie can whip

not only her brothers into shape but her cousins as well.

Heathens, the both of them.”

Tysen did smile then, a slow, calm smile. “She is amazing,

isn’t she, Douglas?”

“Just like Sinjun at her age. Meggie will rule your

household, Tysen, if you’re not careful.”

Tysen looked appalled. “No, really, not at all like Sinjun,

Douglas. Perhaps she looks like Sinjun, but a hoyden

like Sinjun? Oh, no. I remember Sinjun could drive you

to Bedlam with her antics. Oh, no, Meggie is much more

restrained, much more a little lady than Sinjun ever was.”

Douglas said, “Do you remember how Father threw up

his hands when Sinjun kicked Tommy Maitland in his

backside and he went flying off a cliff? Thank God he

didn’t break his neck.”

Tysen said, “And that time she sewed all your trouser

legs together? I can still hear you yelling, Douglas. No,

Meggie isn’t like Sinjun was. She’s very obedient. I’ve

never had a day’s worry with her.” Suddenly a slight furrow

appeared between his brows. “Well, perhaps she does

have our two servants at her beck and call. Perhaps also

the boys do obey her quickly, usually without fuss. Then

there’s Cook, who actually bakes dishes just for Meggie.

But it is her sweetness, her patience, that gains her the

love and obedience of all those at the vicarage, even her


It was difficult to restrain himself, but Douglas didn’t

roll his eyes. Was his brother completely blind? Evidently

so. Meggie was careful around her father, the chit was


that smart. He said, “I remember I boxed Sinjun’s ears so

many times I lost count.”

Tysen said, “I did that once. As I remember, I was

thirteen and she was nine and she had tied the tail of my

favorite kite around Corkscrew’s neck—you remember

Corkscrew, don’t you, Douglas? What a dog! He was the

very best. In any case, then Sinjun throws a stick and off

goes Corkscrew, and believe it or not, that kite lifted off

the ground, before it got tangled up in one of Mother’s

rosebushes and got ruined. I smacked her before she managed

to run and hide from me.” Then, very suddenly, Tysen

managed a very big smile. “I hadn’t realized—I will

see Sinjun and Colin. It’s been too long.” He rose and

stretched. “Well, I suppose there is no time like the present.

Samuel Pritchert will take good care of all our people.

Thank you for taking the children, Douglas. I believe I

will leave on Wednesday. I daresay I can write a good

dozen sermons in my head, it will take so long to get


Meggie quickly ran down the long hallway when she

heard her father moving toward the door of Uncle Douglas’s

estate room. She ran right into her aunt Alex. “Goodness,

Meggie, are you all right?” Alex grasped her niece’s

arms and eyed her closely. “You were listening, weren’t

you? Oh dear, I did too at your age. Your aunt Sinjun

still does. What is going on, Meggie?”

“Father is going to Scotland on Wednesday. He’s leaving

the boys here.”

Alex raised a brow. “Oh, yes, the new title. It’s right

that he should go. And what about you?”

“Oh,” Meggie said, giving her aunt a very wicked

smile. “I’m going with him. He needs me, you know.”

“You think he will take you?”

“Oh, yes,” Meggie said. “Is there anything I can do for

you, Aunt Alex?”

Alex Sherbrooke just stared down at her niece and

lightly touched her fingertips to her lovely hair. Tysen

didn’t have a chance, she thought. She sent Meggie up to

the schoolroom to have luncheon with her brothers and

cousins. They were evidently holding special races, using

the tables and desks for obstacles, their tutor, Mr. Murphy,

had told her as he’d mopped the sweat off his brow. Alex

knew that Meggie could bring them back to order. She

was still smiling when Tysen and Douglas came out of

the library.

“Hollis just told me that luncheon is served,” she said.

“Indeed, my lord,” Hollis said, giving Tysen a rare

smile. “The title and dignities will suit you well.”

“Thank you, Hollis.”

Alex said, “Is the new and very worthy Baron Barthwick

ready for some of Cook’s thin-sliced ham?”

“How very odd that sounds,” Tysen said thoughtfully,

then he added in a very serious voice, “And be sure that

I am seated above the salt cellars, Alex. I am now that


She laughed, as did Douglas, but Tysen didn’t. He

merely acknowledged with a slight smile that he’d said

something that could be construed as moderately witty,

then asked about his nephews’ health.

“Their health is splendid,” Douglas said. “It’s their

damned good looks that are driving me to the brink of

madness. Both James and Jason will slay the women, Tysen.

By God, they are only ten years old—the same age

as little Meggie—and already all the local girls are showing

up on our doorstep at all hours, presenting colorful

bouquets of flowers wrapped up in pink ribbons for Alex,

presenting me with homemade slippers, even plates of

tarts that they claim they baked with their own small

hands—anything to bring themselves to the twins’ attention.

Most of the time, they have no idea which twin is

which, so you can imagine how many pranks the boys

play on them.” Douglas shook his head, then added,

“Thank God, so far the boys take it in stride, but it’s

nonetheless nauseating and portends bad things for the


Tysen said as he seated himself at the small dining table,

“I suppose they do greatly resemble your sister,

Alex.” He added matter-of-factly, “It’s true that she is the

most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Isn’t it strange

that the twins should look so much like her and not like

you or Douglas?”

“Tony, damn his eyes, just laughs and laughs whenever

that is pointed out,” Douglas said and handed Tysen a

plate of Cook’s famous thin-sliced ham, sprinkled with

her renowned Secret Recipe that always had badly

crushed basil leaves in it. “At least Tony and Melissande’s

children look like we could be their parents, so that’s

something. Now, Tysen, let me tell you the rest of what

Great Uncle Tyronne’s solicitor wrote.”

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“A good storyteller…Coulter always keeps the pace brisk.”—Fort Worth Star-Telegram

“Ms. Coulter is a one-of-a-kind author who knows how to hook her readers and keep them coming back for more.”—The Best Reviews

“Coulter is excellent at portraying the romantic tension between her heroes and heroines, and she manages to write explicitly but beautifully about sex as well as love.”—Milwaukee Journal

“Coulter instinctively feeds our desire to believe in knights in shining armor and everlasting love—historical romance at its finest.”—

“One of the genre’s great storytellers.”—Kansas City Star

“One of the masters of the genre.”—The Newark Star-Ledger

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Meet the Author

Catherine Coulter is the New York Times bestselling author of more than 70 novels, including historical, contemporary romantic suspense and her wildly popular FBI thrillers The Cove, The Maze, The Target, The Edge, Riptide, Hemlock Bay, Eleventh Hour, Blindside, Blowout, Point Blank, Double Take, TailSpin, KnockOut, Whiplash, Split Second, Backfire, and Bombshell.  She lives in Northern California.

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The Scottish Bride (Bride Series) 3.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 25 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Several books in this Bride series were written some time ago but still very good reading. Should read the entire series to enjoy each and every book. Did not want to put the book down to get other things done. Good reading. This author is a very good author. Would recommend reading other books which I will do.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Overall this had to be in the top five of worst books I have ever had the displeasure of reading.
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Good storie
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This was such a boring and unexciting book. There were no sparks between Tysen and Mary Rose. This book is not worth reading.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Ms. Bailey has a beautiful voice and brings individual depth and reality to each character. I loved hearing the name Mary Rose spoken by her characters. I loved the characters, especially little Meggie, Mary Rose, and Tyson Sherbrooke. I felt there to be more reality of character in the man, Tysen Sherbrooke. After all, how many rakes are there in the world...although I suppose both my husbands were before I married them. I believed the love making between Mary Rose and Tysen to be more realistic. This according to me is a tender and warm-hearted story not only between two people, but also family. I loved it! I did not read any of the other bride series by Ms. Coulter.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I read this series and just learned of this fourth installment. It did very little for me. I believe Ms. Coulter to be a great writier but she missed the boat with this one. I mean there were things in the last book that should have continued with this one and they didn't. I mean where's Alex's baby? If you read the previous bride books you know what I'm talking about. But every author has to have one bomb. I guess this was it for Ms. Coulter. She's a magnificent author and love tons of her stuff.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is very good if you have already read the first three'bride' series. If not then you should read those first because if you started with this one, you will most likely to find it boring. This book is the last book of the bride series. You could follow the outcome of those first three couples and any children they had. And you will also follow the romance of the new couple. I like this book because most romance I read I was left hanging. I only knew that they got married or have a child, but almost never know about afterward.
Guest More than 1 year ago
After reading 'Mad Jack' 2 years ago, I have never purchased another Catherine Coulter book. A friend of mine gave me 'The Scottish Bride', and now, having read it, I'd never let anyone even GIVE me one of her books. My time is much too valuable to me to be wasted so thoroughly! Catherine Coulter used to be one of my favorite writers, and I'm sorry to say this, but she's completely lost the magic. If this group of pathetic nitwits is all she can come up with, she needs to retire--And right away, before another person flushes 7 bucks down the toilet on her garbage! To insult the intelligence of your readers so badly is unconscionable at the very least, and a blatant rip-off in my estimation. What must Catherine Coulter think of us, the readers, when she's writing this idiotic drivel? Obviously she's not thinking of us at all...Is she thinking...anything? Avid Readers, do yourself a favor, don't waste your money or your time on this book, it's very nearly as stupid, shallow and bad as 'Mad Jack' was.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is the first Catherine Coulter book I have read and I throughly enjoyed it. The book started out a little slow but picked up about mid-way. Although I thought the ending was predictable I did enjoy an old fashion romance.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I thought it was great. I wish she could put more book out a year. Keep up the good work
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I must confess I had looked forward to this book, but I only got half way through it before I simply couldn't stand it anymore. The gentleman was a wimp, his daughter acted way too old for her age, and the woman in the story was simply pitiful. Tysen couldn't even command his own house, much more his daughter. Mary Rose didn't even have a Scottish accent. I was so disappointed I wish I had waited on my turn at the library instead of buying it. Catherine Coulter is an excellant writer, but her writing here seemed forced, like she just wanted to get it done.
Guest More than 1 year ago
If you loved the other Bride series,you'll love this one to. Tysen the devote vicar finall fall in love. Though it takes Mary Rose to make him finally admit it, he thanks that it is a sin to love anyone or to enjoy anything. The right woman does the trick and makes him admit that he can love and be loved
Guest More than 1 year ago
I'm simply amazed at how much Tysen changed in this book. I really enjoyed this one and the children were absolutely charming. The only thing I didn't really appreciate was that in the last 40 pages or so, there was a little too much action and I would have enjoyed more of an ending, but that is the only reason I didn't award this book with 5 stars. This is a must read.
harstan More than 1 year ago
In 1815 Vicar Tysen Sherbrooke learns he has inherited a Scottish barony. The widower leaves behind his two small boys, but his little girl Meggie, fearing to leave her kind father alone, disguises herself as his tiger and accompanies him to the new estate. The Scots greet Tysen with bias bordering on loathing due to his English background.

Tyson also meets and rescues Mary Rose Fordyce, born on the wrong side of the sheets. She brings laughter into his staid life. Meggie finds Mary Rose acceptable as her stepmother. Tysen agrees as he falls in love with Mary Rose. He marries Mary Rose and they return to England where his parishioners reject her as being too happy and Scottish. Tysen chooses his flock over Mary Rose and his three children.

The final novel in Catherine Coulter¿s Sherbrooke Bride trilogy, THE SCOTTISH BRIDE, is a wonderful Regency romance. The story line allows the audience a deep look into prejudice as the Scots dish out to Tysen and the English likewise deliver to Mary Rose. The characters make the plot work as the lead couple, his three children, and the numerous secondary players make the tale enjoyable to read yet stay focused on its core value. Ms. Coulter scores big time with this fabulous Regency romance that will leave readers wanting Meggie¿s story told next.

Harriet Klausner