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As she peered over the edge of the gallery, Sabrina Cameron trembled at the sight of the sun-bronzed giant striding into view. But she never recognized the stranger...not until the moment she found herself surrounded by arms of warm steel—and drowning in smoldering green eyes that had once held cool disdain but now shimmered with passion. Morgan MacDonnell, the boy, had been her tormentor. Now it looked as if Morgan, the man, would prove infinitely more dangerous...

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As she peered over the edge of the gallery, Sabrina Cameron trembled at the sight of the sun-bronzed giant striding into view. But she never recognized the stranger...not until the moment she found herself surrounded by arms of warm steel—and drowning in smoldering green eyes that had once held cool disdain but now shimmered with passion. Morgan MacDonnell, the boy, had been her tormentor. Now it looked as if Morgan, the man, would prove infinitely more dangerous...

Though hatred divided their clans, Morgan MacDonnell had come to Cameron Glen hoping for a truce...only to find that by evening's end the only way to avert bloodshed between the two families was for him to marry his enemy's daughter. But even as Morgan spirited Sabrina away to his rugged fortress, his battle would not be won. For this delicate rose of a girl would put up a bold fight...and the spoils of victory would be nothing less than a heathen MacDonell's heart.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780553294088
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 9/28/1993
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 416
  • Sales rank: 703,115
  • Product dimensions: 4.18 (w) x 6.88 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

Bestselling author Teresa Medieros was chosen as one of the Top Ten Favorite Romance Authors by Affair de Coeur magazine and has won the Romantic Times Reviewer's Choice Award for Best Historical Love and Laughter. A former Army brat and a registered nurse, she wrote her first novel at the age of twenty-one and has since gone on to win the hearts of critics and readers alike. The author of thirteen novels, Teresa makes her home in Kentucky with her husband and two cats.
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Chapter One

SCOTLAND, THE HIGHLANDS
1730

"The MacDonnells are a-comin'! The MacDonnells are a-comin'!"

The cry shot like cannonfire through the sleepy village of Cameron Glen. The villagers raced madly through the cobbled streets, not knowing whether to hide their livestock or their children. One cynical crofter tipped back his chair, took a long, slow draw off his pipe, and announced dourly that sheep or daughter would do just as well to a MacDonnell in an amorous bent of mind.

The few who could afford the luxury of curtains jerked them shut. Hammers tapped in frantic rhythm as boards flew up over window and doors. The Camerons and the MacDonnells had been feuding for so long that no one could remember the cause. To the villagers their laird's foes were still more myth than men.

For decades they had done their thieving and ravishing in stealth. If a village lass returned from a mountain walk rumpled and dazed, knowing whispers would greet the subsequent swelling of her belly and the birth of her tawny-haired babe.

Kneeling in the road, a withered old man gathered a group of awestruck children around him. "I was but a wee lad meself, but I'll ne'er forget the last time the MacDonnells marched through Cameron Glen. Giants they were, o'er eight feet tall wi' thighs as wide 'round as tree trunks." A freckled little girl hid her trembling face against his leg. He lowered his voice to a whisper. "And 'round each o' their waists hung their terrible trophies–the severed heads o' the Camerons."

The children squealed in delicious horror. Caught up in his own lurid tale, the old man cast the manor house on the hill an ominous look. The stone tower of ancient Cameron Keep sprouted from its timberframed wings like an embattled mushroom. He knew the MacDonnells had been invited to Cameron not to battle, but to banquet. But why would Dougal Cameron invite his enemies to his home when he knew they were more inclined to eat the family than the feast?

His palsied hand absently smoothed a boy's cowlick. "Daft," he muttered. "Our own laird's gone as daft as a rabid hare."

At that precise moment, the occupants of Cameron Manor might have agreed with him. The drawing room had been thrown into chaos by an army of servants and helpful Camerons. Caught up in the pervasive atmosphere of terror and glee, Sabrina rushed back from the old buttery, where she had hidden her mother's silver tea service. She tripped over the small, grizzled dog curled up in front of the hearth. He bared his one remaining tooth and snapped at her.

"Sorry, Pugsley," she murmured, pausing to straighten his jeweled collar.

"I won't have those ham-footed Highlanders stomping my rugs to death," Elizabeth Cameron announced. Heedless of her silk skirts, she dropped to her knees on the bare stones and began to roll up a plush Persian carpet.

"No worry, Mama." Brian lounged on an overturned Louis XIV gilded armchair, ignoring Alex's obvious grunts for help beneath the weight of an ornately carved Elizabethan chest. "The MacDonnells will never make it this far. We've been at peace for almost a month. Without our throats to cut, they'll be cutting their own by now. I predict extinction in"–he drew a gold pendant watch from a ruffled pocket–"three hours and seventeen minutes."

"I'm surprised they haven't extincted themselves already with all that inbreeding," Alex gasped, letting the chest drop dangerously near the polished toes of Brian's shoes. "I've heard they share women like other men share–"

"Alex!" Elizabeth cleared her throat, jerking her head toward Sabrina's avid face.

Her elder son lapsed into silence. He might tower over his mother by half a foot, but he knew when to curb his tongue. Beneath her willowy slenderness lay a spine of fine English steel. The coils of gray in her fiery hair had yet to soften the temper that accompanied it.

Sabrina affected a sophisticated shrug. "Don't scold on my account, Mama. Why, only this morning I learned a new song from one of the kitchen maids." She locked her hands at the small of her back as she'd been taught to do when serenading guests and primly sang:

Ride hard the MacDonnells wi' their wild golden locks,
Fierce their long claymores, but nary as fierce as their–

"Sabrina!" Her mother gasped a warning.

"–tempers?" she hastily warbled.

Alex choked back laughter and applauded. "Carry down your clarsach, Mum! My baby sister can entertain our guests after we sup tonight."

"If I've my way, she'll be bolted safely in her chamber until those lascivious rogues are gone," her mother said grimly.

Sabrina knew that if her mother had her way, she'd be bolted safely in her chamber until her journey to London in the spring. It was her mother's fondest wish that Sabrina's jovial uncle Willie introduce her to some eligible country parson who couldn't find the Scottish Highlands on a well-marked map.

"It seems our MacDonnells are known for more than just their fighting prowess," Brian said dryly.

"As are you, dear brother," Sabrina whispered in his ear, "if the gossip about that little milkmaid in the village is true." He reached to yank one of her curls, but she danced out of his reach. "Did old Angus MacDonnell truly pay court to you, Mama?"

A smile softened her mother's lips. "Indeed he did. The gallant fellow offered me a side of beef from a stolen cow, Cameron I suspect, and his own black heart. I've always felt a bit guilty. When I chose your father over him, it broke a peace of almost"–she counted on her fingers–"six hours."

Sabrina's cousin Enid, who was visiting from London, trotted from the room, clutching two Ming dynasty fluted vases that had braved stormy seas and rutted roads to travel from Peking to Cameron. A thump and the sound of shattering glass was followed by a muffled "Oh, dearie me." Sabrina winced.

Sighing wearily, her mother sank back on her heels and surveyed the drawing room. Stripped of its exotic treasures, the hall was a barren shell that hearkened back to another era, when the tower had been the heart of a primitive fortress instead of the drawing room of an elegant manor house.

They all knew that even now Dougal Cameron was in the courtyard instructing their clansmen on the finer points of courtesy that would allow them all to survive this night. One overturned wine goblet or upset pepperbox could result in a massacre that would destroy the illusion of civilization Elizabeth Cameron had devoted a lifetime to preserving. Her fierce passion had coaxed both her genteel children and her precious English roses from the harsh Highland soil. Her dejection wounded them all.

Hoping to cheer her, Sabrina stood on her tiptoes and plucked a crystal rose from its vase on the mantel. "The Belmont Rose, Mama. Shall I hide it in the buttery with the rest of your things?"

Her mother rewarded her with a smile. "No, princess. 'Twas a gift from King James to my father for saving his crown at the battle of Sedgemoor. Carry it up to the solar, where no one will be tempted to crush it." Spirits restored, she wiped her hands on her skirt and began firing off commands. "Bestir your lazy self, Brian, and help Alex with that chest before I take the starch out of your ruffles. Enid, stop sniveling behind that fire screen, or I shall write William and tell him what a silly goose he's raised for a daughter."

Heartened by her mother's recovery, Sabrina climbed the curving stairs to the gallery, twirling the rose's smooth stem between her fingers. She'd always found the Belmont Rose an object of fascination.

Fragile and exquisite, the handblown glass glowed beneath the sunlight streaming through the oriel windows. Her fingertip traced a petal more delicate than all the teardrops she'd never shed for one MacDonnell. As she entered the serene gloom of the solar, a knot tightened low in her belly, a knot she'd thought to be long unraveled.

For five summers Morgan MacDonnell's shadow had fallen across her life. Five summers of waiting for the next hairy spider to drop down her back. Five summers of stumbling over the grubby foot that shot into her path. His final blow had landed the summer she was eight, when he had finally befriended her brothers and enlisted them in his pranks. Her wistful affection for the tall, proud boy had been slowly buried like a stone in her heart.

His father had summoned him home in his sixteenth summer after some fool MacDonnell got himself gutted stealing a Cameron sheep. Swinging on the garden gate, Sabrina had watched him go, mystified by the tears that choked her throat. Her fondest wish had come true. Morgan MacDonnell wouldn't be coming back to Cameron Manor. Not next summer. Not ever.

Until tonight.

With painstaking care Sabrina laid the rose on the crushed-velvet runner atop her mother's harpsichord. The wretch was probably dead by now, she thought unkindly, stabbed by one of his own treacherous kin or shot dead in the bed of some jealous crofter. When he was only fifteen, the maidservants had already begun to admire the broad flare of his shoulders and the bold invitation in his sleepy green eyes that had never looked at her with anything but cool disdain.

Sabrina wandered to the window. Her restless gaze followed the jagged crest of the mountains. Snowy white clouds raked their peaks. The MacDonnells might even now be lumbering out of their lair and down the rugged trails toward Cameron. Did the only son of Angus MacDonnell ride among them?

She shook off a sudden chill, hoping neither she nor her father would find the price of peace too high.

As Morgan MacDonnell rode out of the shadow of the mountains, he kicked his mount into a canter. Warm autumn sunlight breached the clouds and spilled over the meadow in defiant splendor. He narrowed his eyes against its brilliance. Pookah's hooves pounded the aroma of heather from the spongy turf. The wind tore at Morgan's hair, urging him forward, bending him low over Pookah's mane until he almost believed he could outdistance them all and ride to freedom.

"Morgan! Morgan me lad! Where's that blasted son o' mine off to?"

At his father's roar, Morgan rolled his eyes heavenward, thankful God had given him shoulders broad enough to bear the weight of his clan. He reined in the horse and wheeled around. 'Twas just as well the harsh reminder had come so quickly. There was no place for a MacDonnell in this world of open meadow and soaring sky. Even on Pookah's wings, he could ride forever and never find a place where he belonged. The mountain cliffs were both his sanctuary and his prison, the only home he would ever know.

He nudged Pookah back up the trail, forcing him between two of his squabbling kinsmen.

"Eh, Morgan, this rascal stole my cheese. Mind if I shoot him?" his cousin Ranald asked, drawing his pistol.

Ranald had inherited his Gypsy mother's snapping dark eyes and raven hair. People tended to look twice at him as if to see if he was really as handsome as they thought or if the striking beauty of his features might have paled when they glanced away. Morgan felt like a homely gargoyle next to him.

"By all means," Morgan replied, smiling pleasantly. Ranald cocked his pistol at the young thief's paling face. "That is, if you don't mind me breakin' your neck when you're done."

Pouting, Ranald lowered the pistol. "Dammit, Morgan, I ain't killed nobody all day. My trigger finger is gettin' stiff."

Ranald's prettiness was surpassed only by his lack of judgment. Morgan plucked away the moldy hunk of cheese, fed it to Pookah, then knocked both the men's heads together hard enough to leave their ears ringing.

Shepherding the motley remains of Clan MacDonnell to Cameron was like herding a flock of quarrelsome children. During the eight-hour journey, Morgan had broken up three fistfights, thwarted two rapes, and buried a great-uncle. His uncle hadn't even the dubious honor of being dispatched by a relative. He'd simply fallen off his horse in a drunken stupor. Before his head had struck the rock that would kill him, his more resourceful clansmen had relieved him of both purse and boots. Morgan had dug the grave in stony silence while the others wept loudly, passed around a jug of malt whisky, and toasted the old man's journey to hell.

"Sorry 'boot your uncle, lad," one of the men called out as Morgan picked his way up the rocky path. "Ol' Kevin was a bonny fellow, he was."

"Kerwin," Morgan growled under his breath.

"Aye," another agreed. "No one could spin a tale 'round the fire on a cold winter night like puir ol' Derwin."

Chris, Morgan thought, the man had been dead an hour only and they couldn't remember his name. He wondered if they would forget him so easily.

"Morgan! Dam it to blasted hell, where's that lad o' mine?"

Morgan ground his teeth. There were times when he wished his father would forget him altogether. He drove Pookah into a lope until he reached the old man's side.

Angus MacDonnell's eyes twinkled in their deep crannies as he gazed up at his son. "Ah, there's the fruit o' me loins." He nudged the hooded figure riding beside him. "Took the mighty oak to plant such a strappin' seed."

"Aye, but even the mightiest of oaks can wither with age," Morgan shot back.

His father cackled at the gentle jibe. "The lad's wit draws more blood than his ax. As sharp as his ol' da, he is."

Morgan grunted, refusing to commit himself. He'd never worn the mantle of his father's pride comfortably. It had been too long mixed with cunning, jealousy, and the willingness to use his only son as a pawn against Dougal Cameron. Since Morgan had last returned from being fostered by his father's enemy, he'd been the true leader of Clan MacDonnell, and they both knew it.

"Greedy wee bugger." Angus's voice rose with each word. "Never had a mother, so he just latched on to whatever comely teat he pleased."

"Still does," Ranald called out, evening the score for Morgan's earlier interference.

The men burst into bawdy laughter. Morgan aimed, cocked, and fired his finger at Ranald. Ranald clutched his heart in mock distress and weaved in his saddle.

Angus's shoulders were hunched beneath the weight of his moth-eaten plaid. A yellow pallor tinged his leathery skin. "A glorious day this is," he called out, "when those scoundrel Camerons come crawlin' to us on their bellies, beggin' for peace!"

A cheer rose from his clansmen. Angus took advantage of the pause to tip an earthenware jug to his lips. Morgan exchanged a glance with the hooded figure at his father's side. The hood bobbed in understanding, and Morgan winked gratefully. The faithful shadow had ridden at his father's side for as long as Morgan could remember, tugging off Angus's boots when he lapsed into stupor, covering him from the damp night chill and watering his whiskey to keep him from meeting the same fate as the unfortunate Kerwin.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 20, 2012

    I didn't like this book!

    If you like heart renching lead characters that are full of intense emotions but don't have the courage to say how they really feel you will love this book. I personally like bold women that will stand up for what they want.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 24, 2012

    Ok

    It started out very good and had promise but the ending was dragged out and i wanted to shake both main characters

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 20, 2000

    One of the best books I ever read!

    A Whisper of Roses really was very good. For those people who are debating whether or not they should buy this book I say-buy it! It was a great story of love. Since there isn't much on the book,the back of the book is as follows- 'A DARING WARRIOR... As she peered over the edge of the gallery, Sabrina Cameron trembled at the sight of the sun-bronzed giant striding into view. But she never recognized the stranger...not until themoment she found herself surrounded by arms of warm steel-and drowning in smoldering green eyes that had once held cool disdain but now shimmered with passion. Morgan MacDonnell, the boy, had been her tormentor. Now it looked as if Morgan, the man, would prove infinitely more dangerous... A DEFIANT BEAUTY... Though hatred divided their clans, Morgan MacDonnell had come to Cameron Glen hoping for a truce... only to find that be evening's end the only way to avert bloodshed between two families was for him to marry his enemy's daughter. But even as Morgan spirited Sabrina away to his rugged fortress, his battle would not be won. For this delicate rose of a girl would put up a bold fight...and the spoils of victory would be nothing less than a heathen MacDonnell's heart.'

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 16, 2013

    Ice room

    Here.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 10, 2013

    Absolutely enjoyed this book... I don't agree with another reade

    Absolutely enjoyed this book... I don't agree with another reader who said the ending dragged.  I will definitely read other books by this wonderful author. 

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 14, 2012

    Must read!!!

    As funny and exciting as most of Teresa Medeiros' books are.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 27, 2011

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    Loved it!

    I had not read any of Teresa Medieros' books, in fact I had not read any romance before this one. I have read several more from this author and enjoy her stories very much. I was recommending it to a friend and read excerpt the other day from Ms. Medieros' website, and it made me want to read it again. I love the medieval Scotland themed books. Something about a barbarian Highlander in a kilt!

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  • Posted June 7, 2011

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    Great Book!

    I loved this book! It was funny when it was supposed to be and I loved the dynamic of the characters! Never have I been into romance novels but this book has opened my mind to enjoy more!!

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  • Posted May 3, 2011

    classic love story

    This was the first of her novels I read and have been hooked ever since. This story was simply amazing and ranks up there with my favorite love stories. I'm running out of her novels to read!

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  • Posted March 21, 2011

    You will laugh, cry and will feel the love! very good story

    I was captured with this book and wished it had more of a prolong. Buy it, you will love it!

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  • Posted March 20, 2011

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    loved it

    from being loved & spoiled as a child, to being humbled. Then to being loved, spoiled & cherished as a woman.

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  • Posted February 22, 2011

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    Excellent!

    EXCELLENT! Not a dull moment in Sabrina Cameron vs. Morgan MacDonnell--couldn't be more passionate or thrilling--Great story! Great character history!

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  • Posted February 19, 2011

    amazing

    i loved it so much i almost cried when i finished it.

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  • Posted February 7, 2011

    Great love story!

    This was the first book I read from this author and it was fabulous. I could not put it down. The chemistry between the main characters was great and the story was well written. Loved the angst!

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  • Posted January 13, 2011

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    Absolutely Wonderful! A MUST read!!!

    I read this book straight through in 2 days I couldn't put it down! The story line flows and the characters develop in a way that you feel you're actually there with them while the story progresses! This book has it all and it's hard not to fall for these two and their lives. You will NOT be disappointed in reading this.

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  • Posted June 16, 2010

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    After reading all of Medeiros two or three times, this one is my favorite

    I've read over 500 romance novels and Teresa Medeiros is one of my favorite authors. Although the pub date on this one indicates 2007, I read it way back when it first came out. I am partial to her earlier works and after reading all of them, this one always stood out in my mind as my favorite. I suppose this is due to its message - despite poverty, being fat, social pigeonholing, and handicaps, love can come to everyone. This story made me appreciate this abiding and unadulterated love between Morgan and Sabrina.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 18, 2007

    Emotional read

    This book was quite the roller coaster ride. I really enjoyed it and found myself crying one minute and laughing the next. It moved along well and kept me captivated throughout the story. I think the only thing that keeps me from giving it a 5 star is the accident she has... it seems to be out of the blue and I felt it was unnecessary to the story, but it all came out well. Over all I think I'll be keeping this one around for a re-read!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 7, 2005

    Not an exaggeration

    A good book. Very poignant but I loved it, though it's not for everyone. The one shortcoming is that the ending was drawn out, instead of ending as a unified battle with her husband and family against an unexpected foe, it continued with her having an accident. Bummer

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 14, 2005

    WOW! The book sucked!

    The ending was too drawn out. Although i like long books somehow i found myself wanting the book to end already. The whole book was based on misconseptions from the beginning and it got old fast. The main character humiliates herself so much i lost count and in the end i was embarrassed for her. Plus to make things worse the girl was a milk-and-honey type. She was too fragile and had no spirit. All together the book sucked.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 7, 2005

    The Book Sucked

    First of all the ending was drawn out and i found myself desperately wanting the book to end. Then finally when the book did end the plot wasn't a surprise. The whole book talks about pride: his pride, her pride. He can't do or say that because of his pride. She can't do or say that because of her pride. I wasn't even in the middle of the book and i wanted to burn it. I finished the book anyway and i'm not glad i did, it got even worse when she had her accident. All together the book sucked. This book was not one of Teresa Medeiros best.

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