Stealing Sophie

Stealing Sophie

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by Sarah Gabriel
     
 

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Connor MacPherson, a Highland laird turned outlaw, steals a bride to honour a promise, although a wife is the last thing he needs. He mistakenly abducts Sophie—recently returned from a French convent. Quickly wedded, passionately bedded and now captive, Sophie cannot escape—but an ancient faery curse decrees that she must never fall in love. How can she

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Connor MacPherson, a Highland laird turned outlaw, steals a bride to honour a promise, although a wife is the last thing he needs. He mistakenly abducts Sophie—recently returned from a French convent. Quickly wedded, passionately bedded and now captive, Sophie cannot escape—but an ancient faery curse decrees that she must never fall in love. How can she get away before the handsome outlaw steals her heart as well?

Sophie's only weapon is her saintly reputation—and soon she makes Connor's life hell by creating heaven around him, gambling that the brigand will let her go just to escape her constant sweetness and womanly influence in his Highland lair. When Connor deliberately employs his reputation as a dark ruffian and a passionate lover, he turns the tables on Sophie's plans. But as his remarkable bride works her natural magic on him, Connor soon realises that he must shield Sophie from those who want her for their own evil ends—while protecting his own heart.

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ISBN-13:
9780061752735
Publisher:
HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date:
10/13/2009
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HARPERCOLLINS
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
384
Sales rank:
429,402
File size:
482 KB

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Stealing Sophie


By Gabriel, Sarah

Avon Books

ISBN: 0060736097

Chapter One

Love makes its own magic.

Inscription on the Fairy Cup of Duncrieff

Scotland, Perthshire
Spring 1728

Connor MacPherson heard their approach long before they appeared. Thick fog and darkness obscured the glen and the hills, and sounds were distorted. But the jangle of bridles, the creak of leather, the thud of hoofbeats on the old drover's track signaled the approach of the escort party.

His heart slammed suddenly, the long wait over. His left hand clenched the basket hilt of his sheathed sword. Katherine Sophia MacCarran -- Kate -- would soon be his bride, snatched away without warning, married swiftly. The marriage must be made this way, whether either of them wanted it. The folded paper tucked inside his shirt contained her name and his, a note signed by her brother, laird of Duncrieff and chief of Clan Carran.

He would honor Duncrieff's request. After all, Connor had caused the MacCarran to be captured and imprisoned -- and rumor now said that he had died a few days ago.

The pain of that cut deeper than he wanted to admit.

Striding ahead, footsteps silently crushing brown grass and old heather, he glanced back at his two companions, who followed like graceless bears. Their belted plaids, pale shirts, and faces were blurred in the shadows and mist, but he saw the gleam of pistols and swords. Weapons were illegal for Highlanders to carrynow. He and his men carried them nonetheless.

Slipping behind the shelter of a cluster of tall, ancient stones, Connor waited for his comrades. He bent to pick up the folded extra plaid that he had earlier stored in this same spot in anticipation of this night's work. Tucking the tartan cloth into the pocket formed by the folds of his own plaid, he turned.

"All is set?" he murmured in Gaelic.

"The ropes are in place," his ghillie, Neill Murray, replied. "And the priest is waiting at the old chapel in the hills."

Connor MacPherson nodded, watching as ghostly veils moved over the glen. Poised to spring like a wild cat, he could not even see his prey. He scowled, placed a hand on cool stone.

"This is a mere prank," his cousin, Andrew MacPherson, said. "We can do worse."

"No worse," Connor said. "We're inviting trouble enough."

"There are other ways to get a bride," Neill growled.

"None so fast as this," Connor replied quietly.

The chink and creak of saddles and the thud of hooves sounded closer now. As the milky veils drifted apart, he saw the ribbon of the drover's track for only a moment.

But he knew the course of the moorland road like his own hand, knew the placement of the two burns that poured down from the mountains to cross the moor. Even in obscuring mist he could gauge just where those bridges were, and how long it would take the escort to reach them.

"Horses," Neill murmured as the sound grew louder. "Two Highlanders on foot and two dragoons escorted the lass and her maid when they left the magistrate's house."

"Aye," Andrew confirmed. "We saw them earlier. After they dined there, Sir Henry sent her home with a military escort."

"Courteous of him," Connor drawled. "Sink the men and spare the ladies. Then slip away. If I'm caught for bride-stealing, I'll hang alone."

"We're at your back as always, Kinnoull," Neill said.

Connor ignored the bitter tug in his heart. Kinnoull. He had the title still, but not the property. The fact that Sir Henry Campbell inhabited his house now seared like fire in his belly.

Motioning to his companions, he strode forward cautiously. He would not crouch -- he was too tall a man for it, and too proud. He slipped behind an-other cluster of rocks and tilted his head to listen, hearing wind, water, the approaching escort. He could almost hear the hammer of his own heart.

He could still walk away, he told himself, and escape this madness. Kate MacCarran was a fine, bold lass, and though he had seen her but once, he knew she had fire and spit in her. Her brother had confirmed that she was involved in Jacobite espionage -- she would be a good match for an outlaw, though some might say that Connor MacPherson was no fit husband for a bride.

Foolishness, he told himself. He should not be here. On such a night, he should be sitting beside a fireside with a dram and his fiddle, alone with his music and his lost dreams. But the urge to proceed felt like a deep core hunger within, stronger even than his own unyielding pride.

The escort party came closer. Peering through the fog, Connor could just see the faint shapes of two Highlanders walking, followed by the cloaked women riding, and finally the dragoons mounted behind them.

He did not want a bride -- not yet, not this way. But that note bound him to an ill-omened promise, and he always kept his word. Always, though the man who had exacted this promise from him likely was dead. All the more reason that Connor felt he owed him, and his clan, this favor. Duncrieff had said that the girl must be stolen away and made a bride before others could interfere.

Easing around the cluster of stones, Connor narrowed his eyes. Not far ahead, to either side of the patch of ground where he stood, two burns crossed the glen, spanned by two wooden bridges. Through the fog he could see the escort party coming closer to the first bridge. Continues...


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Meet the Author

Sarah Gabriel, a former college instructor, has a Master's degree and most of a Ph.D. in medieval studies. An experienced writer and historian, her fascination for all things Scottish and her love of the romance genre led her to write historical romance. Of Scottish and Irish descent, Sarah has traveled extensively in Scotland and England. She has studied art, healing therapies, music, martial arts, archery, and falconry, and hopes to include all of those interests (and more) in future stories. She lives in Maryland with her husband, three sons, and a Westie.

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Stealing Sophie 4.2 out of 5 based on 1 ratings. 10 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
NEW AUTHOR FOR ME AND A VERY NICE SWEET READ. THERE IS NO HUMOR IN THIS BOOK AS STATED. THERE IS MINIMAL VIOLENCE. ON A SENSUAL SCALE OF 1-10 IT'S A 6. ALTHOUGH THE BACK COVER SAYS SOPHIE USES HER CONSTANT SWEETNESS TO DRIVE CONNER BONKERS--SHE DOES NOT. SOPHIE IS JUST NATURALLY A SWEET YOUNG LADY WITH A MAGIC SIDE TO HER.RECOMMEND THIS BOOK WHEN YOU WANT A STEADY STORY--NOTHING TO HAVE TO PONDER OVER EXCEPT WHAT WILL HAPPEN AT THE END.
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A new author for me, but a lovely story!
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Starts out really good. Then goes to really boring. And I have to ask. Would you want to be pulled into a bathtub to have sex with a man who was bleeding from a bullet wound. Sounds messy to me and I'm not even a vegetarian like Sophie.
harstan More than 1 year ago
In 1728 Scotland, the Carren Clan Chief Duncrieff informs his brother Connor MacPherson that he must marry Katherine MacCarran to make things right between the clans. Connor would do almost anything for his sibling and he knows he is responsible for the feud because he caused the MacCarran to be incarcerated. He abducts Kate as she travels with escort home; he marries and beds her. Afterward the outlawed Highland Ghost as he is known learns he snatched the wrong sister; his wife is Kate¿s sibling Sophie.--- When Sophie learns that her husband married the wrong woman, she decides to drive him crazy with kindness as her clan¿s fairy cup says ¿Love makes its own magic¿, figuring a vinegar thug like her husband will toss out her sweetness. Instead she soon has his clan doing her bidding as everyone is enthralled with her and Connor is thankful for his error. However, the clan feud remains volatile threatening to destroy the growing love between the outlaw and the abducted.--- STEALING SOPHIE is a solid one part amusing and one part action-adventure Scottish historical romance starring a bewildered lead male whose toughness is overwhelmed by the pleasantness of his feisty fairy-like lass. The story line concentrates on the changing relationship between the lead duet as Sophie takes charge through honey, but occurs in a background where the clans are battling one another. Readers will welcome newcomer Sarah Gabriel into the sub-genre clan for providing a fun historical.--- Harriet Klausner