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Scotland, 1642. Maggie and Lachlan must fight their growing attraction, battling suspicion and intrigue as religious and political turmoil threaten to tear their clans apart.
He has sworn he will never marry.
Lachlan Cameron is honor bound to see a wounded lass to safety, although he has well learned women are deceivers, and this lovely maid harbors a wealth of secrets. But Maggie's free spirit and charms enthrall him while he works to discover if she is innocent…or a spy scheming with his enemies to destroy his clan.
She has sworn she will never fall in love.
Maggie Murray fled her home to avoid a political marriage to an abusive man. Salvation comes when the Cameron laird, unaware of her identity, protects her as she escapes. His kindness slowly warms her, and she’s tempted to confess her real name. But his strong sense of honor would force him to return her to her father…and torment at the hands of her scorned betrothed.
Each book in the Highland Pride series is a STANDALONE story that can be enjoyed out of order.
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Lori Ann Bailey has a romantic soul and believes the best in everyone. She cries every time she sees a sappy commercial or when one of her kids does something to be proud of. She felt emotionally drained after reading sad books, so she started reading romance for the Happily Ever Afters. She was hooked.
After working in business and years as a stay-at-home mom she has found something to be passionate about besides her family: her books. She lives in Northern Virginia with her real life hero, four kids who keep her on her toes, two dogs that are determined to destroy her house, and two cats that secretly plot the demise of those dogs.
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By Lori Ann Bailey, Robin Haseltine
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Scotland, August 1642
Margaret Murray, only daughter to the Duke of Kirk, had done it again. Like she often had in her youth, she had dressed in her brother's clothes and sneaked away from the keep. This time she had no intention of returning. If she wanted to avoid what they had planned for her, she would have to take matters into her own hands.
It had been a long time since she'd been allowed out on her own, and the fresh air was a balm to her soul. She breathed deeply as she cleansed her thoughts of the stifling environment at home. Each hoofbeat farther away brought a relief she'd thought she would never feel again. Giddy that her deception had worked so easily, she hummed a song as she trotted through the lush, green meadow toward a new life. Well, really, the humming was an attempt to pretend she wasn't trembling. Being in the wilds of the Scottish Highlands on her own didn't frighten her — she was more terrified of being caught and sent back.
Pushing the fear out of her mind, she trudged on, but despite her progress, she couldn't shake the dread that clung to her. Her father's last words rang in her ears. "I educated ye like yer brothers, but ye have turned yer intelligence into defiance. Ye will wed Conall."
A life sentence of miserable confinement with a man who turned her blood cold. Conall himself had explained in great detail how he planned to make her suffer.
She had been able to put the wedding off until her twenty-first year, but there was only so much time her family would give her to grieve. Unfortunately, her respite had come to an end.
How long until they discovered her absence? Even now, her father and brothers were meeting with the priest. What would her father do when he discovered she'd kept him from sealing his precious alliance? As long as he had everything he wanted, he wouldn't care. A tear escaped, but she rubbed it away. She had sworn there would be no more tears about something out of her control and no more men to force her into contrition.
After her conversation with her father, it had not taken her long to realize the only option she had was to flee. As she'd played often in the forest, it left her well suited to live without comforts until she reached her destination. If only she knew how to get there. In her haste to leave, she'd not thought to find a map. She only knew to go north.
Her eyes lifted to the heavens. I promise to be dutiful if I get there safely.
Luck had been with her, and she'd been able to abscond with a horse that had been tied to a tree just outside the keep, one not from the clan stables. When she'd stopped to run her hand down its long nose, it nuzzled into her as if saying, take me. With a quick prayer of thanks, she had climbed on its back, hoping she would be long gone before they thought to look for her.
She shuddered and dug her heels into the sides of the horse, willing herself to stay focused on happy times during the long journey that lay ahead of her, instead of the pain she was leaving behind.
Cherished memories of her grandmother and mother teaching her the art of healing, passed down through the generations, filled her as she cantered through the lush green fields and glens surrounding the castle. Her hand slid down to the sides of the horse, and she rubbed the worn woolen medicine bag that was never far from her side. She sighed at the reassuring texture. It was the only thing she dared bring, in case she was questioned about her destination at the stables. No one had noticed her, however, as she strolled casually out of the gates.
She would never have a daughter to pass her knowledge to. Nor would she get the chance to be the mother she wished to be. It stung to give up on that dream, but she had no choice, so she would console herself in becoming a bride of God. It couldn't be that hard. Surely she could stay chaste with no challenge.
Love between a man and woman didn't really exist. It was for fools and the weak, and she was neither of those things. Reckless and headstrong, maybe, but she would never be someone's fool.
Maggie rode for hours, and she was fair certain she was almost to the edge of Murray land. Her rear was sore from the pounding of her hurried pace, and the horse had slowed to a canter. A short break would suit them both, so she turned the horse toward the stream they'd been following north. She dismounted and found a path the steed could take down the embankment. But the overly long bottoms of the trews she wore quickly became heavy with moisture and muck, her brother's oversize shoes slushed around in the mud, and she wobbled to keep her balance. Most lasses would be horrified by Maggie's current state of dress. She was not. Until her mother's death, she had been allowed to run wild. She was a free spirit, and her mother had encouraged her curious nature, probably just to get her out from under her feet.
Och, she wished her mother were here.
She rubbed her rear and stretched as she guided the stallion to the water.
"I'll call ye Freedom." She patted the gentle creature's head softly. Freedom responded with a nicker, but maybe the happy reply was because he'd eyed the water, not approval of his new name. "We will do well together and then I'll do my best to get ye home," she continued.
The earth shook, and she turned to see movement at the far end of the field she'd just crossed. Horses skirted the edge near the stream.
Her heart lunged into her stomach, and she shook her head in a vain attempt to clear the image of several men galloping toward her. Och, had she been discovered? The riders were gaining fast and were going to be on her soon.
Even squinting, it was impossible to make out who they were. It could be she'd been discovered and her brothers were coming for her. The thought of going home made her heart lurch and sent a shiver down her spine. They would have to drag her back kicking and screaming.
Thankful she was mostly hidden by the embankment, she spared a quick glance over her shoulder to see Freedom's head was dipped to the water, making him hard to see as well. Maggie considered ducking down in the ditch to hide, yet her curiosity got the better of her, and she had to peek over the top of the ridge.
A group of eight men and one young boy of about twelve years of age was going to pass right by her. She didn't recognize the horses or the men, and some of the tension left her shoulders. She said a silent prayer of thanks that the men were not familiar and her family had not caught up to her yet.
The riders didn't appear to be from any of the nearby villages, either, and must just be traveling through. She let go of the breath she hadn't known she was holding. Relief washed over her.
Her gaze gravitated toward the man in the lead. He was one of the brawniest men she had ever seen. Honey-gold, wavy, windblown locks hung loose to his shoulders. The craziest urge to run her fingers through it struck her.
His bearing was confident, almost regal, but at the same time not cocky. Riding one of the finest stallions she'd ever seen, he sat tall and straight. In the early-afternoon sunlight, he looked like a god, golden and brawny, with a rugged but handsome quality, and she caught herself leaning forward to get a better look. The man to his right was laughing at what had been said but the golden-haired mountain beside him looked serious, his brows pinched together as he scowled at the carefree man.
The leader's muscles rippled as he held his hand up to indicate whatever he was saying was important despite his friend's humor. They were so close she was able to make out a dimple as it flashed on his left cheek when he gave in and smiled and then looked protectively at the boy, who drew up alongside them.
She could not pull her eyes away. If she believed in tales of men with honor, Maggie would ask this one to get her to the convent. With his confidence and size, he would be able to protect her. Somehow, she was certain he would never let Conall harm her; just being near the man made her feel safe.
She scowled and chided herself. To daydream was one thing, but to trust that a man would do the right thing for her was like thinking she would one day learn to love someone. She almost laughed out loud, but they were getting closer and she didn't want to give her position away.
As they drew near, the deep tenor of his masculine voice drifted toward her. The vibrations of the husky notes soothed until she made out a few of the words. "... can ... have any lass ..." There it was, daydream over, and she berated herself for believing there was one man with honor left.
Och, he was just like every other man in Scotland — he would want a woman willing to spread her legs and lie down for him, a lass to moon over him and bear his children while he rolled around under the covers with all the others and broke her heart. She blinked and shook her head to dislodge the fictional image. There was no such thing. Her father and brothers' behavior was testament that men saw women as nothing more than bedmates and property to be bargained away.
Another dark flash pulled her gaze to the side of the field the men had just come from. A second set of riders closed in. Fast. The group in the clearing right above her turned to see the imminent threat, eliciting incoherent shouts and curses as they took in the impending danger.
Maggie's heart nearly stopped at the unmistakable sound of swords sliding out of their sheaths. She turned her back to the embankment and slid down in the muck while she prayed they wouldn't see her.
* * *
"I have told ye before, I will never marry," Lachlan Cameron, laird of clan Cameron, stated with utter confidence and certainty as he rode beside his best friend through the rolling hills on the southern border of the Highlands. Thankful to be out of the Lowlands, he breathed in the fresh air as his gaze took in the full-blooming purple heather and vibrant green foliage of late August. 'Twas lovely, but the scenery didn't compare to the peaceful lochs and vast peaks of the mountains near his land.
"Come now, Lachlan. One bad wench shouldnae taint yer feelings for all the fair lasses," Alan chided.
"I had known her since birth." Lachlan snorted. "How can I trust another woman after what she did?"
"Ye just need to find an uncomely lass. Aileen was too bonny, and she knew it. Stay away from the vain ones and ye will be all right." Alan laughed.
Fine advice, but comely or no', he would never trust a woman with his heart or his life again. "My heart willnae be given to another to trample on. They arenae worth loving." He leaned over the side of his mount and spit then smiled at young Robbie, who drew his horse up next to Alan's.
Lachlan stopped himself from berating his friend. He was happy to bed a lass any time, but that would be as far as he would let it go. "I'll never fight for one again, either. Only the clan, never a woman."
"You are the Lochiel. You need heirs," Alan said, but he should've known what Lachlan's response would be.
"My brother can take care of that." Lachlan spared a glance over his shoulder at his younger sibling. "All the lasses love him. He can have any he wants and will have no problem finding a wife and producing bairns."
A shout rang out from the formation of men behind them. His cousin shouted, "Men approaching from the south. They arenae looking as if they want to welcome us."
"Nathair," Alan growled. "We didnae get away as clean as we thought."
"We cannae let them follow us." Lachlan cursed and turned toward the oncoming riders as the forms of Conall's trusted henchman and nine other men drew near. "Draw yer weapons."
Lachlan caught Alan's gaze, pointed to Robbie, and then he tilted his head back toward his brother. Alan picked up on the cue and moved to a defensive position in front of both of the lads.
"Can we help ye?" Lachlan drawled as the riders approached.
"Where is the letter?" Nathair's gaze cut from Lachlan's to latch onto his cousin with a foul anger that cut through the air like a torch did the dark of night.
"I dinnae ken what ye mean, Nathair. We're only returning home from escorting my cousin to Edinburgh," he said in a bored tone, his indifference intended to dismiss concern over the accusation. Nathair's glare riveted to Lachlan's.
"I ken ye have a missive that does not belong to ye. Return it now, and ye can go about yer way peacefully." Nathair's eyes drifted toward the lad Lachlan had sworn to protect. Despite the man's assurance, his shifting eyes said he was lying. He couldn't risk letting Lachlan's band leave with the information they had gathered or let Robbie walk away with his life.
Nathair jumped from his steed; his size would be intimidating if Lachlan was not just as large. Those with him also descended and drew their weapons.
Lachlan and his men dismounted and flanked him. It was a practiced position, a team assembled with a skillful precision only gained through experience and an abundance of practice in battle.
His back was to the stream they'd been following north, but the lack of an escape route didn't bother him. They would make their stand here in order to keep Robbie safe and deliver the letter into the hands of the other Highland chiefs. There would be bloodshed, but despite being outnumbered, his men would take this crew without breaking a sweat.
It had crossed his mind that they might be pursued, and if he allowed any to walk away, they would return for Robbie. There still might be more to come, but he wouldn't allow anyone under his care to remain a target of Conall's wrath. In order to make good time, he'd traveled to Edinburgh with only a few men, but once he had Robbie back at Kentillie, the whole of the Cameron clan would protect him.
To ease his mind, Lachlan's eyes darted to the side, where Alan still guarded the lads. Satisfied, he turned back to Nathair.
"What will Conall's father say when he learns of his own son's pledge of support for Argyll and the Covenanters?" Lachlan asked.
"Then ye do have the letter."
"Aye. How can ye serve a man who plots the death of his own father?" Lachlan snarled and shook his head as Conall's plotted crimes churned in his gut.
"Ye'll never live to tell anyone." Nathair's grip on his iron halberd tightened as he lunged at Lachlan with his weapon. He was well built and strong but sluggish in his swing, and Lachlan could handle a slow enemy. Lachlan was stout, too, but none of his size was from overindulging — it was all training and hard work.
He easily dodged the axe's blow and, because he was too close for a full swing, came down on Nathair's head with the hilt of his claymore. The sickening thud was deep, signaling he'd scored a good hit.
His opponent faltered and stumbled then rolled to the right and jumped back up to land squarely on his feet, his eyes scanning his surroundings as he struggled to catch his breath.
The whoosh of a sword sounded from the left, and Lachlan sidestepped in time to escape its range. The man overshot, and Lachlan swung around in one thrust, catching him in his midsection. He fell to the ground in a bloody heap.
Swinging his axe with full force, Nathair was on him again, and Lachlan pulled back, but not far enough. The blade grazed his arm, opening a small gash. It stung like a bee. His white shirt became red, and the coppery smell drifted up to his nostrils.
His wound angered him more. All around him was the sound of men fighting, screaming and dying, although he barely heard it. A concentrated hum buzzed in his ears, his complete focus on Nathair.
When the man turned to recover from the swing of his blow, Lachlan moved faster than his opponent could react and brought his sword down toward Nathair's shoulder. The blade skimmed his chest on the way down.
Nathair grunted. "Is that the best ye have? I expected more from ye. Conall will torture the boy before he kills him."
Lachlan's blood froze as he recalled what Robbie had already been through and the myriad stories he'd heard of Conall's cruelty. The man was telling the truth.
Lachlan's fingers flexed and gripped his sword. He'd never found a use for conversing during battle. It took too much energy and usually distracted him instead of his foe. Before all the words were out, he swung at Nathair's midsection. Blood exploded from his abdomen. He looked at Lachlan, his eyes now blank and disbelieving.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I really enjoyed Maggie and Lachlan's story! I loved Maggie!! She has to keep her secrets, but in doing so she may lose the man she has grown to love. I liked Lachlan too. I loved watching the love grow between these two characters! A great start to a new series!!
I enjoyed every minute of this book so much so that I lost track of time. I loved the characters and storyline. I am eagerly awaiting the next book. Wonderful, truly wonderful!
For a debut author Lori Ann Bailey just blew me away with this spectacular, riveting, and moving novel. I devoured it from start to finish and absolutely loved it! She is one new author fans of Scottish historical romance definitely don't want to miss! I look forward to reading more and see a bright future, from this new and extremely talented author! I can't wait for her next book! Sláinte mhath Ms. Bailey magnificent read indeed! 5/5 stars Scotland, 1642 Lowlander, Margaret (Maggie) Murray is on the run after being betrothed to an abusive evil brute! She has stalled for over a year, but her time has run out! No matter how much she pleads her case-of how awful her betrothed is! It's a political match, as her father is the Duke of Kirk is forcing her to marry Conall Erskine! He will not listen nor will her as her betrothed and his family have a lot of political power and influence. Even Maggie's brothers won't defend her or go against their father's wishes. Telling her she just must get used to his rough ways and love will come later! Like hell it will! Especially not after the he terrorized and used brute force against her best friend! Yet no one was aware of this - due to fatal threats he made against her best friend. He is so horrid and evil she doesn't dare doubt the threats he makes! After that tragic incident Maggie closes herself off from people fearing he would hurt someone else she cares for. This basically forces her to become a loners in seclusion. Yet deep inside wishes for family and friends that love and care for her. Even her dreams of children will never come to be. Better safe then sorry, for herself as well as others connected to her. Her own mother ignored her why she basically ran wild and did as she pleased! Plus with an absent father never around who was unfaithful with many lovers. It is no wonder Maggie has no taste for men and wants to be a Bride of Christ! Yet what she wants most is freedom and for someone to love her and to be true! It a frustrating no win situation for Maggie. So she decides she has no choice, but become a Bride of Christ and hide behind the walls of the convent. Well it's better then being beaten to submission! Although, this saddens her too, as Maggie secretly dreamed of marrying for love and having a family. Now it wasn't even a possibility! So she steals a horse in boy's clothes with her healing supplies as she is also been taught the healing arts. For generations the women of her family have been healers. Maggie takes finally takes off with no one in the keep wiser or su suspicious in her disguise as a lad. This is when she starts her journey for the nunnery, heading north. Though she wants to taste true freedom and perhaps a bit of fun first! Highlander, Royalist, Laird Lachlan Cameron, holds proof against the murderer, Conal Erskine! Whom is an Argyll and Covenanters supporter and Lachlan has proof of an assassination plot! Plus he is protecting a young witness who saw him murder a Catholic priest! While in a skirmish with Conal's men, Lachlan mistakenly assumes Maggie was a lad and a killer. He nearly kills her as he thought she was attempting to murder his brother, Malcolm. While in fact she had just stitched up a severe wound, probably just saved his brothers life! When honorable Lachlan realizes his mistake finding her a lass, he feels guilty as he would never raise a hand to a lass. He then brings the broken woman with him home to the highlands.
Highland Deception (Highland Pride, Book 1) by Lori Ann Bailey. WOW! What a captivating and seductive Scottish Romance set in 1642 Scotland. Hard to believe Ms. Bailey is a debut author! Thqis is the story of Lachlan Cameron, Laird of Cameron and Maggie Murray, betrothed to a brutal, abusive man. The only thing left for her, is to run for her life and enter a convent for protection. But, she runs right into the path of Lachlan and his men. Swore to protect her, but afraid of her deception, for he knows she is not telling him everything. Is she a spy for his enemies? Battling a fierce attraction, suspicion at every turn, and political and religious intrigue, as well, as turmoil that could threaten to tear two clans apart. Can Lachlan and Maggie find love amist intrigue and doubt? Steeped in deceit, treachery, betrayal, treason, and the brutal reality of warfare and a dangerous deception. Will Lachlan and Maggie learn to trust, heal, and find their HEA? Or lose everything to betrayal, and deceit? Well written with well-developed, captivating and seductive characters. The storyline is unique, intriguing, powerful and compelling. An emotionally charged Scottish Romance that will pull any Scottish lover into the story and hold them in rapture. Highly recommended! Fans of Scottish Romance, Highlanders, intrigue, treachery, treason and so much more, really should pick up "Highland Deception" for their reading pleasure. Impressive and treacherous! I look forward to the next installment. Received for an honest review from Net Galley. However, all opinions and thoughts are my own. Rating: 4.5 Heat rating: Mild-Some degree of hotness Reviewed by: AprilR
'Highland Deception' by Lori Ann Bailey is book one in the " Highland Pride" series. This is the story of Maggie and Lachlan. I love a Highland series book so I am a little softer with my rating since I love them so much...but this book was really good. It hooked you in from the first when Maggie is escaping her home to out run an arranged marriage to a evil man. Maggie goes into hiding and tries to be someone else so no one will find her. Lachlan has his own issue and trust is one of them. Lachlan has been burned before in trusting someone and stand strong in not doing it again. But when these two meet they have a hard time sticking to what they know they are supposed to be doing and what they want to do. I can't wait for more book by this author and series! I received an eARC, from NetGalley for an honest review.
I received a free ARC in exchange for an honest opinion. Lachlan has sworn to never marry after the woman he was betrothed to since they were kids betrays him. Maggie has run away from home as her father planned to marry her off to a sadistic, abusive man. Maggie is on the run, dressed as a boy. Her plans are to get away and go to a Convent for the rest of her life. Lachlan and his men are trying to get home and meet with other clan chiefs as they have a letter that is proof of treachery in a very tense political and religious time. Maggie has stopped to water her horse and rest. She hears horses and hides and then hears more coming from the other side. Lachlan's group has met up and is skirmishing with others. The others soon leave as they know they are beat. Malcolm, his younger brother is hurt and Maggie rushes out to help him without any thought of danger to herself. She is a healer and she must help him. When Lachlan sees this he thinks his brother is being harmed and grabs Maggie, or the lad he thinks she is, slamming her back and knocking her out. As they travel Maggie keeps mainly to herself but one day she goes to wash and Lachlan follows her and discovers her secret! This is no lad! It doesn't take long before the others know also but what bothers Lachlan is that she won't tell him who she is, where she is from. He knows she is running but has no idea why. Since he already has an issue with trusting women, this doesn't help. There is an attraction growing between them. He finds himself protective of her as much as distrustful. Her distrust is that he will send her home. Will they both survive to enjoy the love they feel? Maggie wants nothing more than to live a normal life and be a healer. To her father, she was a pawn for political gain. Her mother only cared about getting love from a husband that was incapable of loving a woman. Lachlan tries to find every reason not to care about her but nothing will free them until the threat that waits for them both show their face! I enjoyed this book. Lachlan was a good man, he cared about his people and their welfare, he felt so betrayed by his ex-betrothed that trust was impossible. Maggie saw that he was caring of others but felt she couldn't trust him. He knew she would never make it at a convent. These two butted heads from the beginning....nice read.
Great historical read. Maggie is running away from home to escape a horrible marriage to an abusive man. When she is wounded she is rescued by Lachlan Cameron as their attraction grows for each other, Lachlan wonders how much he can truly trust her and what will he do when he finds out her identity. This is a fast paced historical read with great characters and plenty of drama and suspense. I loved it!
In 1642, Lachlan Cameron is a man who has learned that women can’t be trusted. While in battle, he mistakes a maiden who is trying to help with one who kills. He feels honor bound to see the wounded lass to safety, but doesn’t know whether she’s a friend or a spy sent to destroy his clan. Maggie Murray ran away from a marriage to an abusive tyrant. When she meets Lachlan, she’s afraid to reveal her true identity. As she falls for Lachlan’s kindness, will she reveal the truth or get sidetracked by lies meant to deceive. This is a good historical romance for anyone who loves high-spirited, intelligent women and the clansmen who love them. The action and suspense made me want to see what happened next, and I stayed up late to find out. However, the sexual scenes seemed awkwardly written and didn’t fit into the story. I want to read more from this author because I believe this will be a successful series. An Advanced Reading Copy was received in exchange for an honest review.
It's an interesting read. I loved the story and the characters. Set in Highlands, the story revolves around Maggie who runs away from home so that she can avoid a disastrous marriage. But on her way to the convent, to safety, she found trouble. Lachlan has a mission. He must protect a boy and expose a traitor. Trust is a luxury he cannot afford. So when Maggie turn up right after they had an encounter with his enemies he decides to keep her close. She might very well be a spy after all. But that's not the real reason... Try as he might he simply can't ignore the attraction he feels to her. He will wait until he can trust her then he will make her his. Maggie on the other hand want nothing more than to get as far away from home as possible. And if she can tag along with Lachlan then so be it. This way she will be safe from any harm. Because she knows in her heart that he will never hurt her. Unfortunately what she didn't expect is falling for him. Now she has a problem. If he ever finds out her true identity he will definitely send her home. Therefore, she must leave without anyone being the wiser... It will not be an easy thing to do though Absolutely amazing! I loved this book and I think it's a real treat for historical romance lovers. ;)