Highland Master

Highland Master

by Hannah Howell

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Highland Master by Hannah Howell

New York Times bestselling author Hannah Howell returns to the unforgettable Murray family with this all-new tale of perilous trust igniting irresistible desire. . .

Lady Triona McKee's life is under desperate siege. The marriage she thought would answer her dreams has left her struggling alone to provide for her people, while an arrogant kinsman prepares to take her land. But one look into the cynical green eyes of her cousin's boldest knight warns Triona that even a promise of help is just as dangerous. . .

Betrayal taught Sir Brett Murray to make protecting others his only life. Still, the growing desire he can't help but feel for this entrancing widow makes him long to earn more than her trust. But in trying to save all she cherishes, he can't see how an honor-scarred knight can stay in her world and her heart. . .unless he risks everything to prove his love is now and forever always. . .

Praise for Hannah Howell and her Highland novels. . .

"Few authors portray the Scottish highlands as lovingly or colorfully as Hannah Howell." --Publishers Weekly

"Expert storyteller Howell pens another Highland winner." --RT Book Reviews

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781420132694
Publisher: Kensington
Publication date: 11/26/2013
Series: Murrays Series , #19
Sold by: Penguin Random House Publisher Services
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 352
Sales rank: 30,974
File size: 984 KB

About the Author

Hannah Howell is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of acclaimed historical romances. Howell, twice awarded the Golden Leaf Award, has been a Romance Writers of America RITA Award Finalist, received RT Book Reviews' Career Achievement Award for Historical Storyteller of the Year, and has had her books on Amazon's Top 10 Romances of the Year list. She lives in West Newbury, Massachusetts with her family. Visit her website at hannahhowell.com.

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Highland Master



Copyright © 2013 Hannah Howell
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ISBN: 978-1-4201-1881-0


"Six riders at the gate, m'lady."

Triona looked up from the shirt she was mending and stared at young Angus, her heart pounding with a fear she struggled to control. It had been quiet for weeks, a long span of peace they had all enjoyed. Now she feared it was at an end. Even telling herself that six warriors were no real threat even to her poor garrison did not immediately put to rest the unease that now gripped her. Banuilt was weak. She knew it, and any seasoned warrior who looked around would quickly know it, too.

"The Grants?" she asked as she hastily set aside her sewing, almost hoping it was the neighboring laird and his men, for those men would at least not try to kill them all.

"Nay. One of the riders is a woman. She claims she is your cousin." Angus scratched at the few thin red hairs on his pointed chin, which he proudly declared his manly beard. "Lady Arianna."

"Arianna?" Triona frowned as she struggled to recall her cousin by marriage—and a few times removed, if she remembered correctly. "She is in France."

"Nay, m'lady. She be at the gate."

Triona fought the urge to rub her temples where the pinch of a headache began to bloom. "Lead me to them then, Angus."

He shrugged his bony shoulders. "I be willing, though I am surprised ye dinnae ken where the gates are by now." He strode toward the door leading out of the great hall, waving at her to follow him.

The headache grew a little larger as she followed him, resisting the strong temptation to kick him in his scrawny backside. If she had not known him since he was little more than a child, she would think the violent fever he had survived two years ago had burned away half his wits. Triona then silently scolded herself for those unkind thoughts. Angus was not sharp-witted, never had been, but he was goodhearted and an astonishingly fierce and able fighter. There were too few of those left at Banuilt, all the best having fled to France to fight for coin. Despite how difficult it could be to have a conversation with Angus, she often wished for a few more of his ilk. All the trouble they had been having lately had not cost them any lives yet, but she feared that could all too easily change.

Her attention was swiftly caught by the riders just beyond the gates, all irritation with Angus forgotten. Triona recognized Arianna immediately despite the many years it had been since she had last seen the woman, for there was no forgetting those golden eyes of hers, but her interest was caught firmly by the five men who rode with her. They were all big, strong men and well armed. No matter why her cousin had come to Banuilt, Triona prayed the woman intended to stay for a while and keep her guard with her. If nothing else, she might be able to get Arianna's men to spend a little time training hers.

"Triona!" cried Arianna. "Tell your men to stand down, please. I desperately need to dismount."

"All is weel, men," Triona said. "Let them in and help them with their horses."

It was hard, but Triona pretended that she did not notice the envy her men displayed over the fine horses and weaponry as they moved to help her guests. All of Banuilt's best weapons and horses had gone to France with the garrison when it had left, and she did not have the means to replace them. The women who moved out into the bailey, now that it was obvious there was no threat, were overtly interested in the five strong warriors riding with Arianna. Triona was silently preparing a speech to give the women of Banuilt concerning the need to remain chaste if only because they needed no more fatherless bairns to care for, when her cousin reached her side. The moment Arianna hugged her, Triona's concern about the morals, or lack thereof, of the women of Banuilt fled her mind. Arianna was with child. She prayed that was not why her cousin had suddenly decided to visit, for she did not need some angry man arriving at the gates, demanding his child.

"Cousin?" Triona stepped back a little, grasped Arianna's hands, and looked at the unmistakable rounding of her cousin's belly. "Ye are with child."

"Aye, but I will tell ye all about it later, if I may," Arianna said. "Right now I truly need to use your garderobe." She laughed. "Or a bucket in a corner. E'en a bush to squat behind. Anything. Now!"

The only woman near them was Angus's sister Mary, and Triona sighed. "Mary, love, would you please take Lady Lucette ..."

"'Tis MacFingal now," Arianna said, "but we can talk about that later, too."

"Oh, aye, that we will."

"My companions will need beds. Most of them are my kin."

"Mary, take her ladyship to a bedchamber so that she might refresh herself."

"Which bedchamber?" asked Mary.

"Whichever one is empty and clean. And we shall need water heated so that all our guests may wash away the dust of a long journey."

"And they are going to be needing bedchambers, too?"

"Aye, just as her ladyship said, but someone else will see to that. Ye will see to her ladyship and call for heated water, please."

"How do I do both?"

Noticing that her cousin was beginning to look pained, Triona said, "Just tell one of the other lassies as ye take her ladyship to her chambers. Now!"

The way Mary's eyes widened told Triona that her growing annoyance had been clear to hear in that one sharp word. To her relief, Arianna took Mary by the arm and pressed the girl to get her to a bedchamber, chattering away so continuously that Mary had no chance to ask any more questions, and led the woman away. It was wrong to be cross with Mary, and Triona knew it, but some days she just grew weary of no longer having well-trained servants around, if only because it meant so much more work for her. After taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Triona turned her attention to the chore of seeing that Arianna's escort had their needs tended to.

One look at the five men standing in the midst of her own men told Triona, more clearly than anything else ever had, that Banuilt was sadly prepared to fight the troubles besetting it. Her men were either aging or very young. There were good fighters amongst them, but it was not a strong force, for they had had little training and she could see the recognition of that sad fact in the expressions of the newly arrived men. It was a good thing that they were allies, she decided as she began to snap out orders. She just wished her cousin had taken the time to introduce her to the men. Knowing a name made it a great deal easier to order someone around.

A tall, black-haired man stepped up to her, his green eyes shining with amusement, and bowed. "Sir Brett Murray, m'lady. Necessity robbed our Arianna of her usual precise courtesy."

Triona curtsied. "I am Lady Triona McKee. Welcome to Banuilt."

"Thank ye for that welcome. Now, my companions here are my brother Sir Harcourt Murray, Sir Tamhas Cameron, Sir Uven MacMillan, and Sir Callum MacMillan," he said as he pointed to each man named and each one gave her a quick bow.

Five knights, Triona thought, praying that she did not look as dazed as she felt. Five big, strong, trained, and honored knights. And all far too handsome for any woman's peace of mind, she decided as she forced herself to calm down and glanced from one man to another. Two black-haired Murrays and three red-haired men, and four of them with differing shades of green eyes. The only man who did not have green eyes was Sir Harcourt, and his amber eyes reminded her all too much of a wolf's. She hastily prayed that his nature did not match those feral eyes. What truly alarmed her, though, was that her gaze did not linger on any of the four men with Sir Brett despite their fine, manly looks, but quickly returned to rest upon him. Just the sight of his tall, lean form made her pulse quicken, and she wanted none of that.

Despite the vast difference in their ages, her husband, Boyd, had made her pulse quicken and she had often wondered if it had just been a foretelling of trouble to come. Now, as a widow of five and twenty and a mother, she told herself she was far too old and sensible for such nonsense. Responsibility also weighed too heavily on her now. Quickening pulses were better left to women who did not have so many people depending on them for their next meal, for everything they needed to survive.

"Allow me to show ye to your bedchambers," she said even as she turned and headed up the steps into the keep. "I fear ye may find them poor accommodations, less than what ye are accustomed to, but they will be clean."

"I am certain they will be all that we need," said Sir Brett.

The man's voice was deep, with just a hint of roughness. Triona had to bite back a shiver of pleasure as it washed over her. The one time that had happened to her before, she had ended up married to a good man, but one who had little true passion or love for her. She had seen kindness and interest where there had been only a lack of emotion and a need for her dower. Holding firm to that sad reminder, she stiffened her backbone and did her best to get the men settled in their chambers as quickly as possible.

"Did it seem to you that the Lady McKee just scampered out of the room like a rabbit hearing the bay of a hound?" asked Harcourt as he began to shed his travel-stained clothing.

Brett stopped staring at the door Lady Triona had just fled through and walked to the chair near the fireplace. The bedchamber was clean but sparsely decorated, the furniture simple and plain. The hearth was a sign that there had been money once, or money newly gained and used to improve the large fortified manor attached to an old peel tower. He did not doubt that the high, thick walls surrounding the place had emptied the coffers as well.

"She may be unused to guests," he said as he sat down and took off his mud-splattered boots.

"True." Dressed in only his braies, Harcourt walked to the window and looked out. "But there is something nay quite right here."

"Do ye refer to the fact that the men are all young or old? That there is a veritable small army of children running about? Or, mayhap, that the village we rode through is half-empty?"

"All of those things and the fact that nay many of them acted as if they had been weel trained or even trained a little, but simply handed a sword and told to guard the place."

"Nay, they didnae, did they. Most of them acted much like youths who have but begun their training. One or two actually dropped their swords when they tried to unsheathe them. Arianna did say her cousin was a widow. Mayhap the highly trained men, the knights, sought out a new place when they were left with naught but a woman holding rule over them."

"Could be. There are men who cannae abide that. Any objection to my finding out all I can about her ladyship, Banuilt, and its people?"

"None at all. Arianna is here and she needs to be protected. Brian is going to be half-mad when he discovers she left. I have nay wish to see him completely insane because we didnae care for her safety with all diligence."

A hard rap at the door drew Harcourt away from the window. When he opened the door, half a dozen boys on the verge of manhood hurried inside with a large wooden tub and buckets of water. A girl who was barely a woman, blushing furiously at the sight of Harcourt partially undressed, ran in, dumped some linen on the bed, and ran out again.

Brett watched her flee and shook his head. Even the servants appeared to be new to the work. Something was definitely amiss at Banuilt.

He thought about simply confronting Lady Triona and asking her what was troubling the place, but hesitated. Not only did he not know her well enough to be certain if she would answer truly, but he was not sure he wanted to be in her presence very often. She made feelings stir to life in him that he thought he had killed a long time ago. She made his blood run hot.

And that surprised him. There was nothing particularly alluring about Lady Triona, nothing that would make a man who had known far more women than he should have, intimately, find her attractive. She was neither tall nor short, nor plump and well-rounded, nor too thin, and her hair was neither brown nor red, though it was certainly long, thick, and healthy. Even her eyes defied description, as they were neither blue nor gray but an odd shade somewhere in between. She did have a lovely face, but he had seen many that were far lovelier. Yet something about her caught his interest and refused to release it.

He inwardly cursed. For the past five years he had had little to do with women, despite what his family believed, and despite his best efforts to change that, especially during a time of drunken abandon for two years before that. It was difficult to give in to lust when doing so roused the ghost of a woman he had loved and lost. Nothing could kill a man's desire faster than that, he suspected. That and the guilt over her death, which still ate at him even after seven long years. He did not wish to lust after any woman now but had the uneasy feeling that he could easily begin to lust after Lady Triona McKee.

It was not hard to bring the image of his Brenda to mind, for she was always there; and far too often, that memory was all too real. Lady Triona was nothing like Brenda, so he could not blame that for his sudden, strong attraction to the woman. Brenda had been beautiful, with her golden hair and sky-blue eyes, her body soft and with the sort of curves that made any man ache to hold her. She had also been sweet, graceful, gentle, and loving. Unfortunately, her family had had plans for her that had not included marrying a knight with few riches and no land. He supposed he should not be surprised it had all ended so tragically.

Shaking away that sad memory, he washed up and put on some clean clothes. It would have been better if Triona were actually Arianna's blood cousin, for he could have placed that familial connection firm in his mind and seen her only as another member of his large family. It was something he could still try to do, however, even if he doubted it would be successful. He had never been very good at lying to himself, no matter how much he sometimes wanted to.

Just as he moved to stand beside Harcourt, who was staring out of the window again, Callum, Uven, and Tamhas entered the room. "Ready to find out a bit more about who and where we have delivered Arianna?" he asked them.

"Aye," replied Callum as he sat on the end of the bed. "Something isnae quite right here."

"That is what Harcourt says."

"Though it fair chokes me to say so, he is right." Callum grinned when Harcourt just laughed. "The first odd thing I noticed was the many children running about, many actually working without an adult about to direct them. Also a great many women with a welcoming eye."

"That should not seem strange to you," Harcourt said. "Ye get that look a lot."

Callum just shrugged. "This welcome appears to come because we are some of the very few adult men here. There are older men, some nay too hale. And a lot of verra young lads, some of whom could be considered men, but much too young for the lasses looking at us as if we were a rich slab of roasted venison and they were starving."

"I, too, wondered at the lack of armed, and trained, men to greet us," said Tamhas, leaning against the bedpost and crossing his arms over his chest. "We may have been a small party approaching, giving no sign of a threat, but there still should have been men of equal strength to greet us and ask our business with the lady. I dinnae think the sight of Arianna was all that made the difference in how we were met at the gates. No one builds such strong walls and then leaves the gates so weakly defended."

"Verra true," agreed Brett. "We need to look around, gather what information we can. I dinnae like Arianna staying in a place where the defenses are so weak. Harcourt has already decided to look round and discover what he can, but I think it would be best if we all do. We will gather what truths we need so we will ken a lot faster that way."

"Agreed," said Callum, and the rest nodded.

"Then let us go down to the great hall and see what food has been set out for us. We can s food has been set out for us. We can start our watching and listening right there. Do we need to collect Arianna?"

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XXXOOOBookwormOOOXXX More than 1 year ago
Lady Triona McKee, widow and Laird of the Clan McKee has her hands full. First off a plague of some sort came through and killed off half of her clan, including her husband, who happened to be smart enough to leave a will stating her the new Laird. Then once everyone healed the men, you know the strong, healthy, young ones, all went off to France.. to try and hire out as mercenaries and earn some coin. To bring back to their families.. And the despot next door has decided that a woman can not be a laird, can not run her own lands and certainly can not keep the one wee strip of land that had been stripped from his family generations ago. His solution, marry her.. and when she doesn't agree to his proposal, to constantly needle at her. Destroy the crops, steal the cattle, steal the sheep, constant bombardment. Now to top it all of, her cousin, her very pregnant cousin, has come to visit bringing along with her six of her extended clansmen as protection. Triona has to decide how much she can share and how much she can control.I have read every one of Hannah Howell's books. Loved every one of them. Hannah has a way of pulling you in and you feel like you are right there in the book. I like how strong Triona was and yet so vulnerable with Brett. Her daughter is so cute and funny. I wish there was more of her in the story and a little more interaction between the mother Triona and daughter Ella. Looking forward to her next book.  
Flowergirlzmom1SW More than 1 year ago
'I received a free ARC of this book from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review' Lady Triona is widowed and is now a Female Laird of her people. Her and her people are in trouble. All of the good fighting men went off to fight and try to make money but they have been gone for a long time and there is trouble. A neighboring Laird is trying to force Lady Triona into marriage. She will not consider it. She knows that her daughter will be in danger if she does among other things. Then she gets a visit from a distant cousin. Who brings well trained knights. She wonders if they will leave as soon as they learn of the trouble or if she can convince the Knights to train the men that are left so that they might have a chance. Sir Brett Murray can tell that something is wrong as soon as they arrive. He and all the other knights set out to find out what the trouble is and to determine if they should leave. Sir Brett is instantly attracted to Lady Triona but he does not intend to act on it. He knows she is one that walk away from. While he and his men are trying to figure out what is going on Sir Brett has to decide if he wants Lady Triona forever. Will Sir Brett and the other Knights be able to Keep Lady Triona and her people safe? Will Sir Brett and Lady Triona figure out what is between them? I LOVE Hannah Howell books. This is the first of the Murray books that I have read. It is very easy to read without reading others in the series. I loved reading a book with a Lady Laird and the men not caring that she is. I definitely recommend reading. Hannah Howell writes Amazing Characters and always comes up with a great story line that instantly draws you in and keeps you there. Once I started reading this book I couldn't put it down! 'Read and Reviewed by LSK Sweetheart Reviews'
ssmommie75TB More than 1 year ago
Hannah Howell did a really good job writing Highland Master.  As always it is fun to read another Murray book and I enjoyed reading Brett's story.
MyBookAddictionandMore More than 1 year ago
HIGHLAND MASTER by Hannah Howell is another intriguing Medival Scottish Historical Romance. *First time in print* This is the story of Lady Triona McKee,Laird of the Clan McKee and her Knight in Shining armor, although, she doesn't know it yet, Sir Brett Murray. Lady Triona is being plagued by disasters,one after the other. First, a plague/illness carries off half her clan,including her husband, the Laird,leaving her the new Laird. Then the fighting men hire out to France,to send much needed money back to help their kinsmen. Or did they? Than you have the neighbor who believes he should be Laird, therefore, he is stealing her livestock, burning her fields, and other things, all in the name of trying to force her to marry him, so he can get his grubby hands on her land. Oh, I forget to mention, he is a little crazy and believes the land should be his,although, his ancestors where traitors to the King and forfeited the land. Oh, I also, forgot to mention,that some do not believe a woman can be Laird over a clan, although, she has managed the clan for years. Arianna, Triona's cousin appears on her doorstep with several highland warriors in tow, running from her beloved husband. One of her kinsman is Sir Brett, who has sworn never to love, but he is deeply attracted to Triona and her mischievous little daughter, Ella,steals his heart. He and his fellow warriors have sworn to protect her and her clan, find out who is doing what and why. Fast paced, action packed story of love, grief, guilt, treason, treachery, danger, passion and love. A must read! Once again, Ms. Howell has written a story full of Highland tradition, strong heroes, and strong-willed heroines. If you enjoy Scotland, Highlanders, and of course the Murrays, than "Highland Master" is a story not to be missed. I would strongly suggest reading this fast paced story of love, a mother's sacrifice for her child,healing, forgiving oneself, and the power of true love. Received for an honest review from the publisher. RATING: 4.5 HEAT RATING: HOT REVIEWED BY: AprilR, courtesy of My Book Addiction and More
Sailon More than 1 year ago
When you get that need for a strong dose of hottie highlanders in kilts, wenches that can hold their own and some hot sexual chemistry, you should definitely check out Highland Master. Triona McKee has been holding her own for a few years now. Her clan was basically wiped out by an illness while the remaining men where led away to France in hopes to send income home. With little to no protection Triona, the women of the clan and the children are left to maintain and defend their lands. It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for an over zealous Lord next door who wants Triona as his wife and take control of her lands. Hope comes with a surprise visit from her cousin and her guard.  The knights in her cousin's guard quickly see the lack of protection and Sir Brett Murray offers his protection as well as a williness training to the few men that remain.  When the village and keep start to show signs of more fortifications, attacks on the Triona's land and people escalate.  I adored this story. It was such a pleasure watching Brett's and Triona's relationship grow. Although there is sexual attraction and strong chemistry, they start with mutual respect which develops into friendship then love. It is a rocky road with scarred history and nefarious and demented actions from the Lord next door...but what a wonderful journey we get to imagine unfolding through the words created by Hannah Howell. I received this ARC copy of Highland Master from Kensington Books - Zebra in exchange for a honest review. This book is set for publication on November 26, 2013. Written by: Hannah Howell Series: The Murrays Sequence in Series: 19 Mass Market Paperback: 352 pages Publisher: Zebra  Publication Date: November 26, 2013 ISBN-10: 1420118811 ISBN-13: 978-1420118810 Rating: 4 Stars Genre: Historical Romance Age Recommendation: Adult
celticmaggie More than 1 year ago
This is an addition to all of the Murray books. I love Hannah's books. I like how the outside world evaporates while you read her stories. The fact they are set in  Scotland is just icing on the cake. Triona has had a rough life-2 dead husbands and a totally rotten neighbor who wants to marry her anyway so he can take her property. Then there is Sir Brett in mourning 7 years over his murdered fiancee. They are a match in Heaven. Too bad they don't know it yet. It was interesting to see how Hannah put it all together. You will  love or hate her characters but you will never feel indifferent. Please read this book.
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Well written story with excitement and joy. Also very true to life with the lack of regard for women and their value in society. Thank God it has changed. Love this author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Sometimes too much analysing and introspection. Good story though.
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Nothing much happened.
Kendra_Readers_Edyn More than 1 year ago
For full review, please visit original post on Readersedyn (dot) blogspot (dot) com I have been sitting on this ARC for a while and I could just spit, I am so upset that I didn’t read it any sooner. I had no idea that this was the 19th book in the Murray series. Yes. I said 19th! Nor did I realize that I actually have the 18th book on my shelf, waiting to be read. And let me tell you, that thing is darn near calling to me now to get it read. This is my first Hannah Howell novel and I can honestly call myself a new fan! I have a couple of other books by her that I picked up at yard sales, but never read. Let me assure you that I will be rectifying that tragedy right quick! Let me start by saying how much I love reading Scottish HR. Love. It. But sometimes the brogue can lose the reader. As you read, you end up getting stuck on the thick accent and trying to decipher exactly what is being said. I was beyond thrilled to quickly discover the masterful balance between the internal monologues and spoken dialect within the novel. Not once did I misstep in my reading adventure. In fact, I polished this puppy off in one night. And really, what is not to enjoy about the Scottish Highlands and the romanticized past anyway? Nothing! That is what. ~~~~~~~ While this is book 19, I had no problem reading it first and didn’t become lost without the background provided from previous installments. However, I did glean from the secondary characters that it would have been fun to have been previously introduced. I enjoyed the seriousness of the story, but also found myself laughing at the playfulness that lightened the mood on several occasions. My only complaint was when Brian referred to Triona as Brett’s “lass” and they just glide right by the statement. I though a bit of insight would have been addressed on that terminology. However, she is again referred to as the same several pages later and that is when he casually mentions that she is not really “his”. Thought that was a bit odd but given that it is in fact my only complaint, I would say it isn’t really much of anything and wouldn’t interfere with the enjoyment of the book at all. If you have any of Ms. Howell’s books and haven’t read them yet, don’t be a moron like myself. Read them. And if you don’t have any of her books yet, you really should give her a try. I can attest that The Murray series is a set to be enjoyed and quite possibly read several times again; especially those who enjoy Scottish HR. Paperback ARC provided by publisher in exchange for an honest review.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have read every single book and you are what others only dream of as a writer in the telling of Highland Warriors. Bravo my lady thank you for the wonderful jounerys I been on through you eyes and tales. Love ya H.H. Ms. D from Bronx NY
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