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Taming The Highlander

Taming The Highlander

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by Terri Brisbin

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Lady Jocelyn MacCallum had always believed she would marry for love. But the price of her brother's freedom was to become fearsome Connor MacLerie's new bride — a bargain that could cost Jocelyn her life.

From the moment she looked into Connor's sternly handsome face, Jocelyn began to hope that the rumors surrounding his first wife's death


Lady Jocelyn MacCallum had always believed she would marry for love. But the price of her brother's freedom was to become fearsome Connor MacLerie's new bride — a bargain that could cost Jocelyn her life.

From the moment she looked into Connor's sternly handsome face, Jocelyn began to hope that the rumors surrounding his first wife's death were false. His reputation was as wild and untamed as the Scottish moors. Would she find a way to reach the man beneath that forbidding exterior?

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"Is there no other way then?"

She fought not to let the trembling show in her voice. Jocelyn clenched her hands together tightly and pressed her nails into her skin to keep herself from fainting at the news.

"Nay, lass. He specifically asked for you. "Tis the only way to save yer brother's life."

Her father would not meet her gaze now. "Twas over. The Beast had made his wishes known and since refusal to agree to his demands was impossible for her clan, she would be sacrificed to save another.

"Mayhap, he will fill ye quickly with a son," her mother whispered from her sickbed. Turning to face her, Jocelyn felt the blood drain from her face as she realized the result of this agreement would give her, body and soul, to a man whose physical desires and cruelty was rumored throughout the Highlands. "If ye give him the son he craves, he may be merciful to ye."

She fought to maintain some sense of calm, but the soft sobs that followed her mother's words made it impossible. The tremors shook her and she feared fainting, something she swore she would not do in front of the MacLerie's emissary. Dragging in a deep breath, she turned back to her father and his councillors.

"You do not need my consent for this, Father, so do as you must."

Nodding to him and the MacLerie's man, she drew herself up as straight as she could and walked slowly from the room. The urge to run and hide almost overwhelmed her as her mother's crying became louder. But, she was the daughter of the MacCallum, and she would not disgrace herself in this, even if he had. A few more steps and she was out of the solar and in the great hall. Looking around, she noticed a few servants at work, cleaning the tables from the noon meal. Jocelyn realized that word of her betrothal would spread quickly once the meeting was ended and she knew that she had to be the one to tell Ewan.

Taking the shorter way through the kitchens, she left the keep and walked to the practice yards. Shading her eyes with her hand, she searched through the various groups of men until she found him.

Ewan MacRae. Her first love.

The man she thought she would marry.

Now, she was faced with the task of telling him they would never be husband and wife. He met her gaze with a smile and a wave as he walked to meet her.

"Good day to you, Jocelyn," he said, his deep voice so familiar to her.

"Ewan, we must speak," she said, motioning to him to follow her.

Ewan climbed over the fence and walked silently at her side until they were away from the training yards. She turned to face him now with the news that would change both of their lives. Her throat and eyes burned with tears that threatened to spill, but she gathered her control and looked at him.

"Jocelyn. What is it? Your face has lost all its color and you are shaking." He took her by the shoulders and pulled her close. Improper as it now was, she stayed in his embrace, savoring the warmth and protection and affection that she knew she would never feel again. After a few moments, she stepped out of his arms and faced him, her face now wet with the tears she'd fought to keep inside.

"My father has betrothed me to someone else, Ewan. We cannot be together as I'd hoped. I'm to marry the… Connor MacLerie."

"The Beast?" he asked in a whispered voice full of dread. She could only nod as she was filled with even more foreboding. The MacLerie's reputation was known throughout the Highlands and although she wished that it was simply silly women's gossip, that hope could not lessen her fear.

"Your father has agreed to this?" Disbelief was clear in his expression.

If she had not been in the room earlier, she would not have believed it either. There had been no formal agreement between her and Ewan about their future together, but they had grown closer and closer during his time fostering here and Jocelyn knew he planned to offer for her as soon as he visited his parents in the spring.

"He has. I'm to accompany the MacLerie's men back and the wedding will take place when I arrive there." She said the words, but they did not feel real to her. "You will be married there? Without even your family around you? The man truly is a beast!"

"Of all the titles he carries, the MacLerie has no liking for that particular one."

Jocelyn whirled around to find the MacLerie's emissary standing behind them. How much he had seen and heard, she did not know. She watched as Ewan's expression turned to stone and he stepped in front of her in a protective motion. Crossing his arms over his chest, he faced the stranger.

"Who are you?" he asked in a challenging voice. "What right do you have to speak for the MacLerie?"

"I am Duncan MacLerie," he answered, sliding his hand down to rest on the sword hanging at his side. "I am his man and represent his interests in this matter."

"This matter? You mean his betrothal to Jocelyn?"

"Aye. I carry out his wishes in this matter." Duncan's voice was low and even, but she knew by his stance that he did not take this challenge easily.

"She is not 'a matter'," Ewan said. "Jocelyn is…"

"The MacLerie's betrothed and none of your concern from this time forward."

Jocelyn gasped at the cold announcement and started to step around Ewan when Duncan spoke again, directing his words once more to Ewan.

"Unless there have been promises made between you before witnesses?"

Ewan turned his head and spit in the dirt. Without looking at her, he answered for them.


"Unless she carries your bairn?" Duncan pointed at her as he said the words. The insult to her honor and Ewan's was a shocking one. So much so that she pushed around Ewan and slapped the MacLerie's man on his face as hard as she could.

"How do you dare insult my honor?" She stood before him with her hands on her hips.

"I will not bring back a bride to my laird who carries the seed of another within her."

"Oh, we all ken that your laird wishes to plant the seed himself."

As soon as the words escaped, she wished she had not said them. Duncan's face darkened in rage, his gaze burning into her as he stepped forward.

"Aye, my lady," he said through clenched teeth. "We all ken his feelings on that." Looking from one to the other, he continued, "Make your farewells for we leave in two hours, whether you be ready or not."

She watched in surprise as the MacLerie's man turned and strode away, fury evident in his every step. This was not how she wanted to begin her life as the MacLerie's wife. Insulting him to his own retainer was a bad move, one that he would surely be informed of upon their arrival in Lairig Dubh.

"I will speak to your father, Jocelyn. I fear for you in this marriage," Ewan said softly, still standing behind her as they watched Duncan walk away and take up a position near the training yards.

"Nay, you cannot, Ewan." She turned to face him for the last time. Remembering her brother's dangerous status, she knew there was only one path she could take. "There is more to this, I fear, than either of us ken."

"So I am supposed to stand here and simply wish you well as the MacLerie's wife?"

Tears clogged her throat once more as she nodded. "Please?" she asked.

He took her hands in his and drew her closer in spite of the obvious scrutiny of the man across the yard. Gently, he smoothed her loosened hairs out of her face and touched her cheek.

"I wish you a long and happy life, Jocelyn. And if it must be with him, then may God go with you. I pray that he will not crush the spirit in your heart and soul."

Ewan kissed her on the forehead and stepped back. His comment about her spirit was meant to lighten her, for her temper was well-known among her family. Then he walked away without another word. Her tears flowed freely now as she watched the man she thought she would marry walk away forever. She wiped her cheeks and took a deep breath. She did not have the luxury of grieving for what might have been between them. There were many things to be done if, as Duncan had told her, they would leave in two hours. Turning her thoughts to packing and preparing for her journey instead of the misery she felt tearing at her inside, she walked back to the keep.

Although she knew she should apologize to Duncan for her insult to his laird, a spark of pride would not let her do so as she passed him. Instead, she met his gaze and glared at him. All he offered was a nod in return. Puzzled over his meaning, she entered the keep to begin her work.

Duncan fought to keep a smile from his face as Jocelyn walked past him. He felt some measure of sympathy for the lass, one minute believing she would marry one man and the next finding out she would leave home and hearth to marry another. Although it was to be expected of a laird's daughter, he had no doubt that this could have been handled in a better way.

Turning, he leaned against the fence and watched her enter the keep. She had gumption — his face still stung from her well-delivered slap. And other than that blow, even in the face of her mother's pitiful sobbing, she'd kept her control intact before him. And her mother's ranting made him nearly cancel the arrangements. Connor would have his balls if he did that, but the terror in her mother's voice did give him a moment's pause. Jocelyn slammed the door behind her as she entered and Duncan finally gave in to the smile that had threatened.

She would do. Neither fair of face nor a terrified twit were Connor's instructions to him. He shook his head at such an order. The "not fair of face" was easy enough to determine, but how did one ascertain whether a lass was a terrified twit when they all trembled at the mere mention of his laird's name?

Connor MacLerie, the Beast.

Duncan kicked the dirt at his feet in disgust. Even though he knew most did not speak freely before him, he could not believe the extent to which this frightful name and reputation had spread through their allies and enemies. He could have fought the rumors…if he knew the truth of Kenna's death. But he had not been in the keep during that terrible night. All he knew were the tales told afterward, for the laird who was also his friend never again mentioned Kenna's name after her death.

His thoughts were interrupted by the approach of the man who Jocelyn had run to at the news of her betrothal. Ewan MacRae, son of Dougal. The MacCallum told him that no agreements had been made to marry Jocelyn and this man, but their mutual affection and their understanding of a joint future had been clear to him when he watched them. Duncan stepped back from the fence and faced the man.

"Will you tell your laird of what you saw?"

"Do you mean that his betrothed ran to you at the first chance?" Duncan slid his hand down once more to rest on the sword at his side.

Ewan broke free of his gaze and looked off in the distance before answering. "She is loyal to a fault. She wanted me to hear the news from her own mouth and not from another's."

"Loyalty is an admirable trait," Duncan said, not answering Ewan's question.

"Aye, "tis that," he replied. He turned back to face Duncan and continued, "I would not want to see her punished or mistreated because of that loyalty."

"And, you think the MacLerie would do that?" Duncan moved a step closer to him.

"I have heard the same tales as you. If I cannot be with her, I only want to ken that she is safe."

Duncan nodded and took a step back. "My laird will simply ask if the arrangements have been made. He will not care who she spoke to on her leaving."

Meet the Author

When USA TODAY bestselling author Terri Brisbin is not being a glamorous romance author or in a deadline-writing-binge-o'-mania, she's a wife, mom, GRANDMOM & dental hygienist in the southern NJ area. A three-time RWA RITA® finalist, Terri has had more than 40 historical & paranormal romance novels, novellas and short stories published since 1998. Connect with her through www.terribrisbin.com or at www.facebook.com/terribrisbin

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Taming The Highlander 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 75 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Such a good story Well worth your time to read
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love this series. It was great to see how the characters come to change and the mystery in the plot. Every book i have read by this author has been wonderful. Glad i found her.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Well wrtten and holds your interest!
Ash-Eliza More than 1 year ago
this book was amazing! i would definitely recommend it. i will probably read it again.
flippista More than 1 year ago
I would definitely recommend this to readers with high emotional sensitivity and maturity. For a book of this genre and stereotypical label, I think the author was able to raise the bar slightly. Characters were nicely rounded with no dramatic shifts in personality (i.e. 180 degree changes or out of character events). Love was acquired slowly and each step towards that ultimate goal was definitive. The female protagonist put me a little off at times since I could not clearly see any improvement in her role as lady of the house as she was when she lived her in father's keep. Connor, however, was an exceptional character and I do appreciate the humane view of love that will never die, but one is able to learn to find within himself the ability to love again. The plot was complex organization of typical plots, but I do think the high emotional stimulation gave it originality. The book could have gotten 5 stars for me if secondary characters that were placed under emphasis were to be given an ending (i.e. Rurik and his past including his discomfort around Rhona; Duncan) unless the title was to be serialized.
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I loved all the character's, but I have just read 3 more of the series - best if read in order, which I didn't realize there is another book between Taming the -
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Started out good but fizzled out, basically just skimmed the last 100 pages
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I will recommened this book to any of my friends that want a good romance book. Great story, starts off fast and doesnt go slow. Wonderful writing. Great romance scences!
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