Sir Artan Murray was right when he decided that the dying old man who bid him collect his niece didn’t know her at all. The furious woman facing him is neither sweet nor biddable. She demands the brawny Highlander return her to the wedding party from which he took her. But Artan has no intention of allowing so spirited and bewitching a creature to endure a loveless marriage to a ruthless lord for her clan’s sake. He aims to woo the lass and to show her that true love also yields unforgettable pleasure...
Cecily Donaldson knows a bond forged by danger and desperation cannot endure. But Artan’s touch leaves her breathless, and she knows this to be her one chance to experience true passion before an arranged marriage seals her fate. Yet once begun, passion cannot be denied...nor can a love with the promise to change everything...
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Angela Dawe is originally from Lansing, Michigan, and currently calls Chicago home. In addition to audiobook narration, she has worked in film, television, theater, and improvisational comedy.
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By Hannah Howell
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Chapter OneScotland Summer 1480
"Ye dinnae look dead; though I think ye might be trying to smell like ye are."
Angus MacReith scowled at the young man towering over his bed. Artan Murray was big, strongly built, and handsome. His cousin had done well, he thought. Far better than all his nearer kin who had borne no children at all or left him with ones like young Malcolm. Angus scowled even more fiercely as he thought about that man-untrustworthy, greedy, and cowardly. Artan had the blood of the MacReiths in him and it showed, just as it did in his twin, Lucas. It was only then that Angus realized Artan stood there alone.
"Where is the other one?" he asked.
"Lucas had his leg broken," Artan replied.
"Could be. I was looking for the ones who did it when ye sent word."
"Ye dinnae ken who did it?"
"I have a good idea who did it. A verra good idea." Artan shrugged. "I will find them."
Angus nodded, "Aye, ye will, lad. Suspicion they will be hiding now, eh?"
"Aye, as time passes and I dinnae come to take my reckoning they will begin to feel themselves safe. 'Twill be most enjoyable to show them how mistaken they are."
"Ye have a devious mind, Artan," Angus said in obvious admiration.
"Thank ye." Artan moved to lean against the bedpost at the head of the bed. "I dinnae think ye are dying, Angus."
"I amnay weel!"
"Och, nay, ye arenae, but ye arenae dying."
"What do ye ken about it?" grumbled Angus, pushing himself upright enough to collapse against the pillows Artan quickly set behind him.
"Dinnae ye recall that I am a Murray? I have spent near all my life surrounded by healers. Aye, ye are ailing; but I dinnae think ye will die if ye are careful. Ye dinnae have the odor of a mon with one foot in the grave. And, for all ye do stink some, 'tisnae really the smell of death."
"Death has a smell ere it e'en takes hold of a mon's soul?"
"Aye, I think it does. And since ye are nay dying, I will return to hunting the men who hurt Lucas."
Angus grabbed Artan by the arm, halting the younger man as he started to move away. "Nay! I could die and ye ken it weel. I hold three score years. E'en the smallest chill could set me firm in the grave."
That was true enough, Artan thought as he studied the man who had fostered him and Lucas for nearly ten years. Angus was still a big, strong man, but age sometimes weakened a body in ways one could not see. The fact that Angus was in bed in the middle of the day was proof enough that whatever ailed him was serious. Artan wondered if he was just refusing to accept the fact that Angus was old and would die soon.
"So, ye have brought me here to stand watch o'er your deathbed?" Artan asked, frowning, for he doubted Angus would ask such a thing of him.
"Nay, I need ye to do something for me. This ague, or whate'er it is that ails me, has made me face the hard fact that, e'en if I recover from this, I dinnae have many years left to me. 'Tis past time I start thinking on what must be done to ensure the well-being of Glascreag and the clan when I am nay longer here."
"Then ye should be speaking with Malcolm."
"Bah, that craven whelp is naught but a stain upon the name MacReith. Sly, whining little wretch. I wouldnae trust him to care for my dogs, let alone these lands and the people living here. He couldnae hold fast to this place for a fortnight. Nay, I willnae have him as my heir."
"Ye dinnae have another one that I ken of."
"Aye, I do, although I have kept it quiet. Glad of that now. My youngest sister bore a child two-and-twenty years ago. Poor Moira died a few years later bearing another child," he murmured, the shadow of old memories briefly darkening his eyes.
"Then where is he? Why wasnae he sent here to train to be the laird? Why isnae he kicking that wee timid mousie named Malcolm out of Glascreag?"
"'Tis a lass."
Artan opened his mouth to loudly decry naming a lass the heir to Glascreag, and then quickly shut it. He resisted the temptation to look behind him to see if his kinswomen were bearing down on him, well armed and ready to beat some sense into him. They would all be sorely aggrieved if they knew what thoughts were whirling about in his head. Words like too weak, too sentimental, too trusting, and made to have bairns not lead armies were the sort of thoughts that would have his kinswomen grinding their teeth in fury.
But Glascreag was no Donncoill, he thought. Deep in the Highlands, it was surrounded by rough lands and even rougher men. In the years he and Lucas had trained with Angus, they had fought reivers, other clans, and some who had wanted Angus's lands. Glascreag required constant vigilance and a strong sword arm. Murray women were strong and clever, but they were healers not warriors, not deep in their hearts. Artan also considered his kinswomen unique and doubted Angus's niece was of their ilk.
"If ye name a lass as your heir, Angus, every mon who has e'er coveted your lands will come kicking down your gates." Artan crossed his arms over his chest and scowled at the man. "Malcolm is a spineless weasel, but a mon, more or less. Naming him your heir would at least make men pause as they girded themselves for battle. Aye, and your men would heed his orders far more quickly than they would those of a lass, and ye ken it weel."
Angus nodded and ran one scarred hand through his black hair, which was still thick and long, but was now well threaded with white. "I ken it, but I have a plan."
A tickle of unease passed through Artan. Angus's plans could often mean trouble. At the very least, they meant hard work for him. The way the man's eyes, a silvery blue like his own, were shielded by his half-lowered lids warned Artan that even Angus knew he was not going to like this particular plan.
"I want ye to go and fetch my niece for me and bring her here to Glascreag, where she belongs. I wish to see her once more before I die." Angus sighed, slumped heavily against the pillows, and closed his eyes.
Artan grunted, making his disgust with such a pitiful play for sympathy very clear. "Then send word and have her people bring her here."
Sitting up straight, Angus glared at him. "I did. I have been writing to the lass for years, e'en sent for her when her father and brother died ten, nay, twelve years ago. Her father's kinsmen refused to give her into my care e'en though nary a one of them is as close in blood to her as I am."
"Why didnae ye just go and get her? Ye are a laird. Ye could have claimed her as your legal heir and taken her. 'Tis easy to refuse letters and emissaries, but nay so easy to refuse a mon to his face. Ye could have saved yourself the misery of dealing with Malcolm."
"I wanted the lass to want to come to Glascreag, didnae I?"
"'Tis past time ye ceased trying to coax her or her father's kinsmen."
"Exactly! That is why I want ye to go and fetch her here. Ach, laddie, I am sure ye can do it. Ye can charm and threaten with equal skill. Aye, and ye can do it without making them all hot for your blood. I would surely start a feud I dinnae need. Ye have a way with folk that I dinnae, that ye do."
Artan listened to Angus's flattery and grew even more uneasy. Angus was not only a little desperate to have his niece brought home to Glascreag, but he also knew Artan would probably refuse to do him this favor. The question was, why would Angus think Artan would refuse to go and get the woman. It could not be because it was dangerous, for the man knew well that only something foolishly suicidal would cause Artan to, perhaps, hesitate. Although his mind was quickly crowded with possibilities ranging from illegal to just plain disgusting, Artan decided he had played this game long enough.
"Shut it, Angus," he said, standing up straighter and putting his hands on his hips. "Why havenae ye gone after the woman yourself, and why do ye think I will refuse to go?"
"Ye would refuse to help a mon on his deathbed?"
"Just spit it out, Angus, or I will leave right now and ye will ne'er ken which I might have said, aye or nay."
"Och, ye will say nay," Angus mumbled. "Cecily lives at Dunburn near Kirkfalls."
"Near Kirkfalls? Kirkfalls?" Artan muttered; then he swore. "That is in the Lowlands." Artan's voice was soft yet sharp with loathing.
"Weel, just a few miles into the Lowlands."
"Now I ken why ye ne'er went after the lass yourself. Ye couldnae stomach the thought of going there. Yet ye would send me into that hellhole?"
"'Tisnae as bad as all that."
"'Tis as bad as if ye wanted me to ride to London. I willnae do it," Artan said, and started to leave.
"I need an heir of my own blood!"
"Then ye should ne'er have let your sister marry a Lowlander. 'Tis near as bad as if ye had let her run off with a Sassanach. Best ye leave the lass where she is. She is weel ruined by now."
"Wait! Ye havenae heard the whole of my plan!"
Artan opened the door and stared at Malcolm, who was crouched on the floor, obviously having had his large ear pressed against the door. The thin, pale young man grew even paler and stood up. He staggered back a few steps, and then bolted down the hall. Artan sighed. He did not need such a stark reminder of the pathetic choice Angus had for an heir now.
Curiosity also halted him at the door. Every instinct he had told him to keep on moving, that he would be a fool to listen to anything else Angus had to say. A voice in his head whispered that his next step could change his life forever. Artan wished that voice would tell him if that change would be for the better. Praying he was not about to make a very bad choice, he slowly turned to look at Angus, but he did not move away from the door.
Angus looked a little smug, and Artan inwardly cursed. The old man had judged his victim well. Curiosity had always been Artan's weakness. It had caused him trouble and several injuries more times than he cared to recall. He wished Lucas were with him, for his brother was the cautious one. Then Artan quickly shook that thought aside. He was a grown man now, not a reckless child, and he had wit enough to make his own decisions with care and wisdom.
"What is the rest of your plan?" he asked Angus.
"Weel, 'tis verra simple. I need a strong mon to take my place as laird once I die or decide 'tis time I rested. Malcolm isnae it, and neither is Cecily. Howbeit, there has to be someone of MacReith blood to step into my place, the closer to me the better."
"Aye, 'tis the way it should be."
"So, e'en though ye have MacReith blood, 'tis but from a distant cousin. Howbeit, if ye marry Cecily-"
"Wheesht, what are ye looking so horrified about, eh? Ye arenae getting any younger, laddie. Past time ye were wed."
"I have naught against marriage. I fully intend to choose a bride some day."
Angus grunted. "Some day can sneak up on a body, laddie. I ken it weel. Now, cease your fretting for a moment and let me finish. If ye were to marry my niece, ye could be laird here. I would name ye my heir and nary a one of my men would protest it. E'en better, Malcolm couldnae get anyone to heed him if he cried foul. Cecily is my closest blood kin, and ye are nearly as close to me as Malcolm is. So, ye marry the lass and, one day, Glascreag is yours."
Artan stepped back into the room and slowly closed the door. Angus was offering him something he had never thought to have-the chance to be a laird, to hold lands of his own. As the secondborn of the twins, his future had always been as Lucas's second, or as the next in line to be the laird of Donncoill if anything happened to Lucas, something he never cared to think about. There had always been only one possibility of changing that future-marriage to a woman with lands as part of her dowry.
Which was exactly what Angus was offering him, he mused, and felt temptation tease at his mind and heart. Marry Cecily and become heir to Glascreag, a place he truly loved as much as he did his own homelands. Any man with wit enough to recall his own name would grab at this chance with both hands; yet despite the strong temptation of it all, he hesitated. Since Artan considered his wits sound and sharp, he had to wonder why.
Because he wanted a marriage like his parents had, like his grandparents had, and like so many of his clan had, he realized. He wanted a marriage of choice, of passion, of a bonding that held firm for life. When it was land, coin, or alliances that tied a couple together, the chances of such a good marriage were sadly dimmed. He had been offered the favors of too many unhappy wives to doubt that conclusion. If the thought of taking part in committing adultery did not trouble him so much, he would now be a very experienced lover, he mused and hastily shook aside a pinch of regret. He certainly did not want his wife to become one of those women, and he did not want to be one of those men who felt so little a bond with his wife that he repeatedly broke his vows; or worse, find himself trapped in a cold marriage and, bound tightly by his own beliefs, unable to find passion elsewhere.
He looked at Angus, who was waiting for an answer with an ill-concealed impatience. Although he could not agree to marry a woman he had never met, no matter how tempting her dowry, there was no harm in agreeing to consider it. He could go and get the woman and decide on marrying her once he saw her. As they traveled back to Glascreag together, he would have ample time to decide if she was a woman he could share the rest of his life with.
Then he recalled where she lived and how long she had lived there. "She is a Lowlander."
"She is a MacReith," Angus snapped.
Angus was looking smug again. Artan ignored it, for the man was right in thinking he might get what he wanted. In many ways, it was what Artan wanted as well. It all depended upon what this woman Cecily was like.
"Cecily," he murmured. "Sounds like a Sassanach name." He almost smiled when Angus glared at him, the old man's pale cheeks now flushed with anger.
"'Tis no an English name! 'Tis the name of a martyr, ye great heathen, and weel ye ken it. My sister was a pious lass. She didnae change the child's christening name as some folk do. Kept the saint's name. I call the lass Sile. Use the Gaelic, ye ken."
"Because ye think Cecily sounds English." Artan ignored Angus's stuttering denial. "When did ye last see this lass?"
"Her father brought her and her wee brother here just before he and the lad died."
"How did they die?"
"Killed whilst traveling back home from visiting me. Thieves. Poor wee lass saw it all. Old Meg, her maid, got her to safety, though. Some of their escort survived, chased away the thieves, and then got Cecily, Old Meg, and the dead back to their home. The moment I heard I sent for the lass, but the cousins had already taken hold of her and wouldnae let go."
"Was her father a mon of wealth or property?"
"Aye, he was. He had both, and the cousins now control it all. For the lass's sake, they say. And, aye, I wonder on the killing. His kinsmen could have had a hand in it."
"Yet they havenae rid themselves of the lass."
"She made it home and has ne'er left there again. They also have control of all that she has since she is a woman, aye?"
"Aye, and it probably helps muzzle any suspicions about the other deaths."
Angus nodded. "'Tis what I think. So, will ye go to Kirkfalls and fetch my niece?"
"Aye, I will fetch her, but I make no promises about marrying her."
"Not e'en to become my heir?"
"Nay, not e'en for that, tempting as it is. I willnae tie myself to a woman for that alone. There has to be more."
"She is a bonnie wee lass with dark red hair and big green eyes."
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Hannah Howell has proven that there can never be enough Murrays in the Scottish Highlands. She is a master of the Highland Scottish Romance and delights fans once more with another set of twins in this first of a two part series about Murray cousins, brothers Sir Artan and Sir Lucas Murray. In this, Sir Artan's story we begin where we last ended in the Murray saga with Angus MacReith needing a strong highland laird as heir for Glascreag. He turns to one of the Murray twins he has fostered asking Artan to go and seek out his niece Cecily Donaldson whose mother married a lowlander and is living with her aunt and uncle who are now her guardians. Angus plans to have Artan marry Cecily and thus become the laird, but Artan is skeptical about marriage and even less enthusiastic about marriage to a lass sight unseen. He shows up at Dunburn with two lowlander guards in each arm as the celebration of Cecily's betrothal to Sir Fergus Ogilvey is being finalized. Like many of the Murrays Artan takes one look at the lovely Cecily with her fiery hair and temper and recognizes his mate. But at the same time he also recognizes that all is not right at this estate and soon overhears that Cecily's relatives had her family killed and is using her to make this advantageous marriage and then have her done away with as well. Artan seduces her away from Dunburn and then struggles with his feelings of not only desire and passion, but growing love, as well as guilt, as he then has to reveal the real reason why he is taking Cecily that another marriage has been arranged for her. Artan begins wooing Cecily and on the run from Sir Fergus and her aunt and uncle, Artan and Cecily become handfasted. Only in the style of Hannah Howell can a sexy, passionate, fiery seduction on the run be so much fun. They eventually make it to Glascreag where Cecily finds out the truth and feels betrayed, not realizing that Artan truly desires her. Sir Fergus eventually comes up to the highlands and joins forces with one of the many highlanders, Laird MacIvor, that has been coveting Glascreag for years, which is the reason why Angus needs an heir like Sir Artan that is strong to defend Glascreag. In this battle Artan is wounded and captured by Sir Fergus, who also takes the opportunity to torture Artan a bit. The highlanders stick together as Laird MacIvor sides with Angus and Artan after seeing how evil Sir Fergus really is. MacIvor mortally wounds Sir Fergus, but not before Artan slips into a deep coma-like sleep to overcome his wounds. Cecily, like many of the Murrays, has healing talents, but even her talents seem hopeless. She prays that she will be a good and perfect wife if Artan awakes, and when he does, Artan begins to realize something is definitely not right as his lass with the temper and screaming passion in his bed has become subdued. Once again Artan finds himself wooing his Cecily and this historical romance has a 'they lived happily ever after' ending with Cecily and Artan declaring their love and realizing they both fell in love from the moment they met. Highland Barbarian is another fun, sexy Scottish Historical Romance in a long line of highland romances that Hannah Howell fans never grow tired of reading and adding to their collections.
I have read many of Hannah Howell's Highlander books and I loved it.
Good story line although sentences can be too long and subjects are repeated over and over in same paragraph. It was a wonderful change in this novel that their was no former lover to cause trouble. Loved the characters and the humor as i do in all her books.
In 1480 Scotland dying Angus MacReith forces distant relative Artan Murray to agree to a death bed promise though the younger man does not believe the ¿three score¿ older male, who fostered him and his injured brother Lucas, is near death. He demands Artan go to the lowlands to fetch his niece Cecily Donaldson, heir to Glascreag, before he dies. Unable to say no to his mentor, Artan begins his journey, but cannot envision a female especially a lowlander as a chieftain in the Highlands. The rest of Angus¿ plan stinks as far as Artan is concerned the old man wants him to marry this biddable female so he can be the laird. However, when he arrives in the Lowlands, he finds Cecily about to marry the King¿s choice for her, Sir Fergus Ogilvy. Artan tells her that Sir Fergus has plans for his shrewish wife to be out of his way when he is the Laird of Glascreag only she does not believe him until her fiancé abducts her. However, able to think on her feet, she informs her once future groom that she is handfasted to Artan, who takes her with him. Sir Fergus refuses to give up on his ambition, so he leads an attack on the couple, targeting his rival. As Cecily and Artan fall in love they debate the characteristics of a perfect wife to a laird until he is mortally wounded. --- This is an exhilarating fifteenth century Scottish romance, which sub-genre fans expect no less from Hannah ¿Highlander¿ Howell. The latest tale contains three fully developed characters as the lead couple battles over the ideal perfect wife and against the deviously clever Sir Fergus. HIGHLAND BARBARIAN is another well written tale from a consistently good writer, who some consider the Queen of the Scottish historical romance. --- Harriet Klausner
Artan’s story tells of his & Lucas’ fostering with a cousin Angus McReith who really needs an heir to take on his role as Laird. The closest male cousin Malcom is unsuitable so Lucas is offered a bargain: collect angus’ niece, marry her & become laird so Lucas does just that. This is their story from kidnapping to lovers to alliances. Great story.
This book was ok, but a bit anti-climactic. I think the real story ended about 100 pages before the book did, and because of this I found myself getting bored with the rest of it. I finally ended up just skimming the last few pages before I put it down for good.
Received an ARC for my fair review for netgalley. Loved the hero, he was a warrior but also romantic, he wanted someone to love and he was not going to settle. So even though he was offered riches, he wanted heroine to chose him. Cecily was a good heroine but not so smart, she was going to marry because she gave her word, even though she did not really want to. Her guardians were horrible, she should have ran when Artan came. Artan kidnaps her to save her. Ofcourse there are some misunderstandings, and trouble following, but eventually all gets resolved.
Artan Murray grants a "dying " man's wish and fetches Cecily from the lowlands to return to his holding. These two battle a family determined to steal her inheritance, each one have a bit of stubbornness and their feelings which develop to love. Always enjoy this author's tales of the Murray family which immerses the reader into Scotland of long ago with a twist of humor. Ebook from Netgalley and publishers with thanks. Opinions are entirely my own.
I am a huge fan of the Murray series and this was a great addition, although you would have no problem reading it as a stand-alone. The story has plenty of drama and suspense, mixed in with a little fun and plenty of steam. Great characters and a great flow to the story. If you are a fan of Highland reads Hannah Howell should definitely be on your favorites list. Loved it!
Such a great book!!!
I love Hannah Howell and I loved this book. Great characters, story and more. Hannah Howell hits another home run with this one!
I absolutely love all of your Highlander Novels. They are such exciting reading that I have to make sure I have enough time to read the entire book before I sit down to read, because once I start reading a Highlander Novel I can't stop. I am very much looking forward to reading your next book.