"A master of Highland romance."-Becky Condit of USA Today on My Highland Spy
It's been three years since Lady Elizabeth Walsingham ended her childish crush on Laird Ian Munro, the fierce Highlander who scared everyone but her. She's a grown woman now, heading to London to find a proper English gentleman. But when the wild Highland laird walks through the door, she's that breathless youth all over again.
Ian tries hard to avoid the young lass who's confounded him for years. But now that they're attending court, he must keep watch on her night and day. Danger is at every turn and advisors to the Crown are being murdered. Ian soon realizes the girl he's been protecting is a beautiful lady who needs his help, almost as much as he needs her.
The Highland Spies Series:
My Highland Spy (Book 1)
Kilts and Daggers (Book 2)
Kill or Be Kilt (Book 3)
Praise for My Highland Spy:
"One of the best... an outstanding Scottish romance."-Romance Reviews, 5 Stars
"An exciting Highland tale of intrigue, betrayal, and love."-Hannah Howell, New York Times bestselling author of Highland Master
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Sutherland, Scottish Highlands, 1613
This was his last chance to turn around and bolt from the gates as if his arse was afire. Against his better judgment, he kept his eyes forward, his hands steady, and he tried not to pay any heed to the warning voice that whispered in his head.
Laird Ian Munro wasn't aware of the death grip he held on the reins of his mount as he approached the portcullis. He'd sworn that he'd never again set foot on Sutherland lands as long as the four Walsingham sisters lived under the same roof as his friend. He was no coward, but between the troubles with the Gordon, Stewart, and the damn mercenaries, he'd made it a point to stay on his own lands.
Laird Ruairi Sutherland's home was a fortified castle with round turrets, a square watchtower, and a curtain wall that was twenty feet thick at the widest point. Yet, to Ian's surprise, the stone structure wasn't strong enough to hold the wily Walsinghams at bay. He passed the dangerous cliffs on the left, and to his right was a lush forest. He supposed he could always take a leap to the left if he found himself trapped within the walls with no means of escape.
As he reached the point of no return, his face clouded with uneasiness because the guards had already greeted him from the gatehouse. Ian continued through to the bailey and halted, hesitantly releasing the reins of his horse to the stable hand. Ruairi's captain greeted him with a brotherly slap on the back.
"Munro, how long has it been, my friend?" Fagan Murray's dark hair hung well below his shoulders, and he wore a kilt of green, black, blue, white, and orange-the Sutherland tartan.
"'Tis good to see ye, Fagan." Ian gazed around the courtyard, breathing a sigh of relief no Walsinghams were in sight.
"Then tell me. Why have we nae seen your face since Grace and I wed? Ye know it has been almost three years since we've last set eyes upon ye."
Ian raised his eyebrows and placed his hand over his heart. "Truly? Has it been that long?"
Fagan lowered his voice and playfully balled his fist into Ian's arm. "To be truthful, I ne'er thought of ye as a coward."
"I'm nay coward, but as I told ye before, keep your brood here because I sure as hell donna want them crossing the borders to my lands. I have enough troubles of my own."
Fagan chuckled. "Come. Ruairi's been expecting ye, and we'll have some food and drink to celebrate your return."
They entered the great hall, and Ian involuntarily burst into a smile. Tapestries remained on the walls that depicted swords, shields, and men in the throes of battle. He recalled the time when Fagan's wife, Grace, had insisted that Ruairi remove the wall hangings before her wedding day because she didn't favor them. Ian pursed his mouth in satisfaction when he realized Ruairi's bollocks were still in place, and he hadn't succumbed to the will of the women after all. Perhaps there was hope for his friend yet.
"Munro, I can nae believe ye're standing here in my great hall as I live and breathe." Ruairi's straight, long, chestnut hair had traces of red and fell to his shoulder blades. A plaid rested over his shoulder, and he sported the traditional Sutherland kilt. With a broadsword sheathed at his waist, his friend looked exactly as Ian had remembered him. "Fàilte. Ciamar a tha thu?" Ruairi asked warmly. Welcome. How are you?
"Tha gu math." I am fine. Ian embraced the man who was like a brother to him. "'Tis good to see ye, Ruairi." Without warning, a hand clasped Ian's shoulder from behind, and he turned.
"I'm glad to see ye did nae live up to your promise. Ye did set foot on Da's lands again."
"Torquil?" With his reddish-brown hair and green eyes, Torquil was the picture of Ruairi. "Ye have grown. Soon I think there might be a need to fear ye on the battlefield. What age is upon ye now, lad?"
The man who was no longer a boy smiled from ear to ear. "I am fifteen."
A lovely lass stood beside Torquil, and she was poking him in the ribs with her finger. "Fifteen, perhaps, but he behaves more like he's ten." Blond locks framed her oval face. She had sparkling blue eyes and wore an emerald dress that hugged her young frame.
"Lady Katherine?" asked Ian.
"Yes, it's lovely to see you again, Laird Munro."
Ian shook his head as if he'd consumed too much ale. He couldn't believe so much had changed. The last time he'd seen the girl she was only nine. Ruairi's wife approached them, and her wealth of red hair dangled in loose tendrils that softened her face. She'd always looked elegant and graceful, and Ian was glad to see some things hadn't changed.
He kissed the top of her hand. "Lady Ravenna, ye're still as bonny as the day that I met ye."
"Thank you, Laird Munro. Although I don't know how much longer I'll appear this way." She lowered her hands and cradled her stomach in a gentle gesture. "Ruairi and I are expecting another child. We're hoping for a son to have a brother for Mary."
"Another bairn?" He forced a demure smile. "Please accept my condolen...er, congratulations to ye both."
Lady Katherine clapped her hands together. "I'm delighted that I'm going to be an aunt again. I do hope Ravenna has another girl."
Ian didn't know what to say in the presence of the women, but Torquil was the only man among them who found his voice.
"Kat, donna even jest about something like that. I think ye might put Da in an early grave."
Ruairi gave Ian a knowing look.
"If it wasn't for me and my sisters, this castle-and the men within it-would be running wild. You should be thankful you have us here to keep you all out of harm's way."
Torquil playfully wrapped his arm around Kat's neck and rubbed his knuckles over the top of her head. "I do like it when ye try."
Ian would be sure to pray long and hard that Ravenna carried a boy because the last Ruairi needed was another cunning female under his roof. If it wasn't bad enough that Ravenna was a "retired" English spy, her haughty sister, Grace, had even married Fagan. Oh, and that wasn't all the poor bastard was made to endure. After Ruairi had spoken his vows, he'd taken in all three of his wife's sisters.
As Ravenna took her leave from the hall, Kat wandered off with Torquil. The men took their seats at the long wooden table on the dais, and Ruairi poured them all a drink. He placed a tankard in front of Ian and smiled. "Here. Ye look like ye could use one-or many."
"Och, aye." He lifted the tankard to his lips and spotted something over the rim. Kat and Torquil sat on a bench...together, close. Ian briefly closed his eyes. The two of them used to run away from each other, avoiding the other like the plague. Now he wouldn't be shocked if he saw the two holding hands or making wooing gestures toward one another.
"Something in my gut told me that I should've just met all of ye in London," said Ian. When a growl escaped him and his mouth pulled into a sour grin, Ruairi waved him off.
"There's only so much Ravenna and her uncle can do to keep King James at bay. We've been fortunate that we have nae had to attend court in years. Besides, with the recent passing of Prince Henry, we should pay our respects to the king in order to stay in his good graces. I thought it would be good for us to travel to London at the same time. More to the point, ye know how much we enjoy the pleasure of your company. We always have such a damn good time when we're together, eh?" Ruairi held up his tankard in mock salute.
Ian lifted a brow. "Aye. I remember all the good times we've had with your father-in-law, the Stewart, Redshanks, and let's nae forget about the English spies ye shelter under your roof."
A young woman stepped in front of the dais and cleared her throat. She had reddish-brown hair that hung in loose waves down her back. Her figure was slender and regal, and Ian could have easily drowned in her emerald eyes. But what captured his attention the most was the way the lass carried herself-confident, yet seemingly unaware of her true beauty.
She wore a black gown with hanging sleeves, and the embroidered petticoat under her skirts was lined in gray. With the added reticella lace collar and cuffs dyed with yellow starch, she looked as though she should have been at the English court rather than in the Scottish Highlands.
"Pardon me, Ruairi. Ravenna wanted me to tell you that we're taking little Mary to the beach. We won't be long. We'll be in the garden until the mounts are readied, if you need us."
When the woman's eyes met Ian's, something clicked in his mind. His face burned as he remembered. He shifted in the seat and pulled his tunic away from his chest. Why was the room suddenly hot? He felt like he was suffocating in the middle of the Sutherland great hall.
God help him.
This was the same young chit who had pined after him, following him around the castle and nipping at his heels like Angus, Ruairi's black wolf. But like everything else that had transformed around here, so had she. She was no longer a girl but had become an enchantress-still young, but beautiful nevertheless. His musings were interrupted by a male voice.
"Munro, ye do remember Lady Elizabeth, eh?"
How could he forget the reason why he'd avoided Sutherland lands for the past three years?
* * *
Laird Ian Munro was as daunting-and handsome-as Elizabeth remembered him. His long, red hair fell down to his elbows in complete disarray. His broad shoulders looked bigger than she'd recalled, and wisps of light hair curled against the V of his open shirt. He had a strong, chiseled jaw and green eyes that would make any woman swoon.
For goodness' sake, she thought-prayed-she was over this foolish fancy she'd had for him. After all, she'd been only fifteen at the time. Her brother-in-law often jested that women were terrified of Ian's wild appearance. The man even had a reputation for frightening men on the battlefield by his fierce looks alone. She supposed that's why her family was shocked when she'd shown an interest in him. But there was something about Ian that always drew her like a magnet.
Elizabeth willed herself to speak only to Ruairi and was proud that she didn't nervously stammer her words in front of the men. She had no idea how she'd managed to avoid Ian's gaze for that long. But when Ruairi asked if Laird Munro remembered her, she made a grave error in judgment.
She looked into Ian's eyes.
There was tingling in the pit of her stomach, and she found herself extremely conscious of his virile appeal. His nearness was overwhelming. Her pulse pounded, and she couldn't breathe as memories of the past flooded her with emotion.
Irked by her response to him, Elizabeth was determined to show the laird she wasn't the same young, stupid, senseless girl he'd known years ago. She'd changed, grown. And she needed to let him know that his presence no longer affected her the way it had in the past.
"Laird Munro, what a pleasure to see you again. You look well," she said with as much indifference as she could muster. She gazed back at Ruairi. "Ravenna and Grace are waiting for me in the garden. Pray excuse me."
Elizabeth resisted the urge to bolt out of the hall and not look back. She slowed her pace as much as she could so as not to look as though she was trying to flee. She was a Walsingham, and her family never ran from anything or anyone.
Kat followed Elizabeth out of the great hall, and Elizabeth said a silent prayer of thanks when she made it to the safety of the gardens. The scent of flowers wafted through the air, and blooms lined the garden path. This was the time of year she favored. They made their way toward a stone wall about waist high. Stretching her neck, Elizabeth leaned forward and glanced over the structure.
The blue waves of the ocean crashed onto the rocky shore below. She closed her eyes, and the sound was so peaceful, soothing. She enjoyed the sea wholeheartedly and found her calm demeanor was finally returning.
"The mounts will be ready soon." Ravenna was holding her daughter in her arms. She brushed her hand over Mary's tiny head, smoothing the girl's red curls.
As Grace approached, she lifted her arms into the air. "Time to give her up, Sister. Come to your Auntie Grace, Mary."
"I wonder who your new baby will resemble the most," said Kat.
The sisters all laughed in response when they'd realized what Kat meant. Ravenna had red hair, Kat had beautiful blond locks, Grace's hair was a warm-colored brown with golden strands, and Elizabeth's was more of a reddish-brown. Their mother and Uncle Walter didn't look like brother and sister either. Mother had pale skin, and Uncle Walter's was much darker. Everyone said the man looked like a pirate with his dark looks and cool demeanor. He always had an air of command about him, as if he were the captain of a ship on a stormy sea. At least, that's what Grace always said.
"I almost forgot to ask you, Elizabeth," said Grace. Elizabeth schooled her expression to one of innocence because she knew what was coming next. "How do you feel seeing Laird Munro again?"
Grace was dying to ask that bloody question, and Elizabeth knew it. As she'd expected, her sisters waited for a response. In order to avoid prying eyes, Elizabeth waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. "I was only fifteen. That passing fancy has long since fled." For added measure, she gave a look of disgust in the event her sisters hadn't believed her words.
"I'm pleased to hear that you've finally come to your senses. It certainly took you long enough." Grace always knew what not to say. As Elizabeth was about to give her sister a piece of her mind, Kat grabbed Grace's arm.
"Did I hear you correctly? Elizabeth had a fancy for Laird Munro?" Kat's head whipped back to Elizabeth. "Did you?" Elizabeth shrugged, and Kat's expression bordered on mockery. "What could you possibly see in that man? Not only is he very large, but I don't think he's very attractive with all that unruly red hair."
Elizabeth briefly closed her eyes, her patience wearing thin. "‘Good Lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean, needs not the painted flourish of your praise: Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye, not uttered by base sale of chapmen's tongues.'"
"Shakespeare, Kat. Perhaps you should be taking your studies more seriously if you've never heard of Love's Labour's Lost."
"Don't pay her any heed," said Grace. "She always quotes literary works when she's in a foul mood."
As they walked through the gardens waiting for the horses to be readied, Elizabeth felt more and more irritable, not that Grace helped matters. Her sister had no right to lecture anyone, especially since she'd never even followed her own advice. There had been a time when Grace despised Scotland and the captain of Ruairi's guard, but now, here she was living in the Highlands and married to Fagan.
Joy bubbled in Ravenna's laugh. Elizabeth wasn't a jealous person, but she was envious of the love her sister found with Ruairi. Even more so since the two had now started a family of their own. The more Elizabeth pondered the matter, the worse she felt. Ravenna had Ruairi, Grace had Fagan, Kat and Torquil were inseparable, and Elizabeth had no one but Angus to confide in. But lately, even the black wolf had parted from her company. She could only find the animal either with the men or out stalking small game in the woods.
When they entered the bailey, the horses were already saddled. The stable hand had just brought Elizabeth's chestnut mare over to the mounting block when a rider came through the gates with Angus trailing on his heels.
"I have a message for Laird Sutherland."
"I'll find him, Ravenna." Elizabeth lifted her skirts and walked with hurried purpose into the great hall. She wasn't a bit surprised when she found the men in the same place she'd left them with tankards in hand. All eyes were upon her as she made her way toward the dais.
"I thought ye were going to the beach. Is something amiss?" asked Ruairi.
"There's a messenger waiting for you in the bailey." Ruairi stood, and Elizabeth didn't wait around to see who followed.
When Ruairi entered the courtyard, he talked briefly with the messenger and then broke the seal of a letter that was handed to him. Although her brother-in-law always had an air of authority and the appearance of one who demanded instant obedience, his face was bleak. He dismissed the man and stood as still as a statue. She'd known him long enough to recognize when something was troubling him, and this was clearly one of those times.
"What is it, Ruairi? What has happened?" asked Ravenna.
Fagan, Torquil, and Ian came into the bailey at the same time Ruairi approached Ravenna, giving her a compassionate smile. But when he reached his wife, he hesitated, gazing down at the letter as if he was having second thoughts.
Elizabeth had never seen the man so unsettled, and that frightened her. Ruairi was always a rock, confident with his every move. After several moments, he handed Ravenna the missive. As her sister read the contents, a glazed look of despair washed over her face. When she burst into tears, Elizabeth's spirits sank even lower.
Ruairi pulled Ravenna into the circle of his arms and kissed the top of her head. "I'm sorry, Wife. I'm truly sorry." He pulled back and wiped her tears with his thumbs. "But ye can nae allow yourself to be so distraught and must consider your health and that of our bairn."
"What has happened?" asked Grace.
Ravenna turned and faced her sisters. The pain in her eyes was unbearable. "Uncle Walter is dead."
Elizabeth gulped hard, hot tears falling down her cheeks. She could feel her throat close up and started to tremble. As her family embraced each other, she stood alone with only her misery to accompany her.
Uncle Walter was dead.
He was not coming back. She would never see him again for as long as she lived and breathed. The pain was insufferable, and she felt an acute sense of loss. When a large hand gently wrapped around her midriff, Elizabeth gasped. Green eyes studied her intently, and she lowered her gaze.
Ian pressed his body tightly to hers, and his arms encircled her. "Lass, let me offer ye comfort," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "I'm sorry for the loss of your uncle. Mildmay was a good man. He'll be sorely missed."
At first she tried to resist being held in Ian's arms, but then she buried her face against the corded muscles of his chest and yielded to the compulsive sobs that shook her. Her feelings toward him at this instant had no significance whatsoever because this was the second time she'd lost a father in her lifetime.
And that was the moment Elizabeth realized her life would never be the same again.
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Kill or Be Kilt-----Victoria Roberts Another great book by this wonderful author. I can`t get enough of her books. It was very well written andd kept me captivated for hours on end. I devoured this book in one day. I really enjoy this series, the characters are extremely interesting and captivating, making you fall in love with each character over and over again. Not only throughout the book but through the entire series. This book was so interesting and entertaining and keeps you glued to the pages and entralled with the story and characters the whole time. I would recommend this book to anyone who enjoy a great book and series about love, loss and finding your own way of doing things, and following your heart no matter where it may lead you. As well as being honest with yourself.
For years, Lady Elizabeth Walsingham has held ‘special feelings’ for one man, but he’s never shown the least interest. As she’s finally determined he will never see her as more than the annoying and bothersome young girl with stars in her eyes, she’s determined to move above those feelings. The opportunity to head to court in London, where she can seek other opportunities and begin her grown up life presents itself, and Elizabeth is off. Laird Ian Monroe is not unaware of the young girl, but he’s not interested in a ‘child’, and he’s done everything in his power to stay out of her life. He’s avoided her for years, but a request to accompany her travelling party to London gives him new perspective. She’s no longer a child, but a beautiful young woman, sure to turn heads. While Ian is having his own moments of realization, Elizabeth is reveling in the attentions from the new people she has met since her arrival. Ian has been steadily refuting the worthiness of each man who presents for Elizabeth, until an actor at the Globe seems to become the leading candidate. With members of the King’s Privy Council under siege from a mysterious culprit, the ‘spy’ portion of the story heats up as the mystery and political intrigue takes center stage, pushing the romance and tentative steps toward one another from Ian and Elizabeth. For me, there were a few elements that stood in the way of my enjoying this story as much as I hoped. Firstly was the overuse of gaelic phrases with their accompanying definitions…I’m not a fan of writing to an accent, and while that was not the issue here, frequent insertion of phrases forced me to absorb the meaning, then reread the sentence to put it back into context for the moment. Secondly was Elizabeth. As a child, in earlier stories, she was rather amusing in small doses. As the heroine of the story, she just did not, for me, develop into a full character capable of holding my interest or engendering my empathy or emotions. She was young and untried, and prone to childish moments that pulled her to the brink of annoyance. While the mystery was rather predictable, and villains were rather obvious, the blend of history, mystery and romance leaned more to history and mystery with less focus on romance or the characterizations of Ian and Elizabeth. A solid, if not my favorite, installment in the series. I received an eArc copy of the title from the publisher via NetGalley for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.
I really enjoyed this story! We have Elizabeth who has had a crush on Ian for several years and everyone knew it. Ian wasn't interested in marriage and kept his distance from Elizabeth. Fast forward 3 years and we find Elizabeth ready to move on and find a husband. She is tired of waiting on a man that wants nothing to do with her. Ian on the other hand, can't believe the woman that Elizabeth has turned into and can't seem to stop thinking about her. Still not wanting to get married, he finds it troublesome that he is jealous of the attention that Elizabeth is getting from other men. As with the other books in the series, I really enjoyed the bantering between the H/H as well as between the "boys." I'm looking forward to reading what Roberts has in store for us next! Thanks go out to Sourcebooks via NetGalley for a copy of the book in exchange of an honest review.
Victoria Roberts does it again with her wonderful Scottish romance. Just love this series. Cannot wait to read the next book in the series. Loved Ian and Elizabeth's story!
This is a great book; this is the third book in the Highland Spies series by Victoria Roberts. This book can be read as a standalone. However, when you read this book you will want to go back and read the other books as well. It’s been three years since Lady Elizabeth Walsingham has ended her childish crush on Laird Ian Munro. But when she sees him she knows she still has feelings for him. Ian has tried hard to avoid Elizabeth, now he is assigned to watch over her while she attends court. The more time he spends with her makes it harder for him to deny the feelings he has for her. If you are looking for a great book, then you need to read this book. I am looking forward to reading the next book by this great author. A Review copy was provided to me in exchange for a fair and honest review. The free book held no determination on my personal review.
Victoria Roberts is one of my favorite writers. Kill or Be Kilt was just as amazing as her other books, but this one felt special. Ian was a bit different from the other heroes in the series. While he is very intimidating and strong, there is a sweet and sensitive side to him. It even seems like his intimidating persona has sometimes hurt his sensitive side, which really made me like him even more. Finally, I got to see how awesome Ian is! Elizabeth was fantastic in this book too. She is just as strong and feisty as her sisters. I can't even begin to describe how entertaining they are, especially when they are dealing with the men in the book. There are so many wonderful moments between the characters. I couldn't keep my reactions inside, so I was laughing out loud at the many funny moments, and smiling with the very sweet ones. The heartbreaking ones made me nervous, but Ian and Elizabeth couldn't have an easy story. They've been dancing around each other for years! What an interesting dance it was. The thrilling story and irresistible characters make this a must-read book. Do yourself a favor and check out the whole series. It's so good, it's addicting. I received this book in exchange for an honest review.
This is the third book in the series and I can't tell you how much I enjoy this series. This one didn't disappoint. Loved Ian and Elizabeth. Elizabeth has always had a thing for Laird Munro, but he didn't return her affections. Now a few years later Ian is reunited with the Walsingham women and boy he's in for a surprise when he sets eyes on Elizabeth. Elizabeth has decided she wants to experience attending the court as her older sisters have to decide how to move on with her life because there is no hope with Ian. The trip to court turns out to be a life changer for everyone. I liked getting to know Ian better and the moment when he finally realizes how Elizabeth sees him and what a gift that truly is a special moment right there. The question is has he messed up too many times for Elizabeth to forgive him? This book has mystery, intrigue, passion, and love. An overall winner for me.It grabs your attention ans sucks you right in. A highly enjoyable read.
Kill or Be Kilt, book three in Victoria Roberts Highland Spies series, and takes readers on a paging turning adventure filled with romance, mystery and suspense! When Lady Elizabeth Walsingham comes back into contact with her unrequited love, Laird Ian Monroe, after a three year separation a sizzling series of events drives them into each others arms and puts both their lives at risk as a killer runs loose in King James' court. This author sagely depicted how the unrelenting devotion of the heroine opened the hero’s reluctant heart to love. As another of the Walsingham sisters finds love and shows her mettle Ms. Roberts’ seasoned writing skills shine through and leaves her fans delighting in another Highland Spies happily ever after! *I received this ARC in exchange for an honest review.* *While part of a series this book can be read as a stand alone.*
Seeing Lady Elizabeth all grown up and in control of her love for Laird Ian Murno is quite a treat. At times in the first two books watching the unrequited love was almost painful, because I felt like I could be her. She finally has learned to control herself around Ian, although he takes it as "she is just not that into you" anymore. Ian finally has to confront his own feelings for Elizabeth, while he seemed to not be interested in her before, mainly due to their age difference. But now he finally notices her for the wonderful, quiet (important because the man likes peace), thoughtful, and stunningly beautiful woman she is. But of course he thinks she would never love him because he is not handsome enough for her beauty, he is too large and rough around the edges for her according to him. Little does he know, she wants to climb him like a tree, haha... okay that maybe my take on it. Again another fun, wild, and Scottish ride, set in England for this story. I loved how the men were all stuck in Court waiting to talk to King James, and chaperoning Lady Elizabeth. I loved how much Ian complained about the English, despite falling hard for an Englishwoman. And of course, Elizabeth being the strong woman she is, called him out on it. Gotta love when the bookworm gets her man.
3.5* This is a fun fast romantic read with a dash of suspense. Lady Elizabeth has loved Laird Ian Munro since she laid eyes on him. Ian has avoided the Sutherland clan for three years under the thought he's avoiding the many outspoken lasses in the household. Being forced to go to the English court he must end his avoidiness of the clan Sutherland and travel with them to England. At the last moment Lady Elizabeth asks to go to court with the men. Ian soon realizes what a coward he was for he was avoiding Elizabeth and the feelings he had for her. Now if only he can convince Elizabeth that he loves her just as she loves him. If only he could keep his foot out of his mouth.
Kill or Be Kilt (Book 3 of the Highland Spies series) by Victoria Roberts ***I was given an advanced reading copy of this book by NetGallery in return for an honest review*** This story follows Lady Elizabeth Walsingham and Laird Ian Munro. Elizabeth has always had a crush on Ian from the time she met him. She has given up on him so sets her sights on going to court to find a husband. It has been three years since Ian has seen Elizabeth, Before he thought of her as a child with a child's crush, Now Ian has to accompany her to court to find an English husband. To find out the outcome of this story please read. You will be laughing so hard you will cry. I love Victoria's humor she injects into her stories.
Kill or Be Kilt by Victoria Roberts is #3 in her exciting "Highland Spies" series, but can be read as a stand alone. Once again, Ms. Roberts has written a superb Scottish Historical Romance. It has many twists and turns, some danger, intrigue, adventure, passion, secrets and the lure of court intrigue. The H/H are interesting, a bit humorous at times, very likeable with a vulnerable side. It it a bit slow in the beginning, but picks up quickly. Ms. Roberts has always fascinated me with her knowledge of Scottish history, her quiet but serious sense of humor and her intriguing, interesting characters, her magnificent storytelling and her way of pulling characters into a story. Another hit for Ms. Robers. I look forward to her next grand Scottish adventure! Another must read "Highland Spies". Fans of Highlanders, Scottish Romance and grand adventures, really should pick up "Kill or Be Kilt". Received for an honest review from Net Galley. Rating: 4.5 Heat rating: Mild Reviewed by: AprilR, courtesy of My Book Addiction and More
Expect murder, deceit and intrigue galore along with a heated romance! She was no longer a girl but had become an enchantress - still young, but beautiful nevertheless. His musings were interrupted by a male voice. "Munro, ye do remember Lady Elizabeth, eh?" How could he forget the reason why he'd avoided Sutherland lands for the past three years?" KILL OR BE KILT by Victoria Roberts is a very enjoyable Scottish romance as Elizabeth, another of the English Walsingham sisters, gives brawny Highlander Laird Ian Munro a few lessons in how to court a lady. Much of this installment takes place at the English court with tournaments, plays, archery matches, dances, and plenty of behind-the-scenes crooked hijinks. KILL OR BE KILT is the story of Lady Elizabeth Walsingham and Laird Ian Munro. As the story begins, Ian arrives at his best friend's castle as both he and the laird there have been summoned to court and they plan to travel there together. Ian has been avoiding his best friend's home since he'd married one Walsingham sister and the other sisters, including Elizabeth, have also made their homes there. Laird Ian is an imposing Highlander who strikes fear in almost everyone he encounters. But, Elizabeth was always an exception as she exhibited a crush on Ian from the moment they met. However, she was a child then and Ian felt that Elizabeth's attention was a passing fancy and a farce. When Elizabeth is re-introduced to him, Ian discovers to his dismay that she has grown into a beautiful feisty woman making her very difficult to ignore. Ian, while very confident of his fighting skills, does not feel at all deserving of her attention, nor is he knowledgeable of courting skills. Plans change when they receive word that the Walsingham sisters' uncle has died in an accident and they also need to return to England to pay their respects. Elizabeth has never been to court and is determined to take advantage of this chance to attend. Ian doesn't trust anyone else to protect her at court so Ian assigns himself as her protector there. He finds the task to be more than he expected with both a nobleman and a dashing favored actor who performs as King Henry III in a theatrical play vying for Elizabeth's hand just as Ian realizes that he wants her for himself. KILL OR BE KILT is the third book in the author's Highland Spies series but can be enjoyed as a standalone if that is your preference. However, fans of the series will be thrilled to know that previous favorite characters do make appearances. This story was well-written, well-paced and engrossing from the first sentence through to the last. There are plenty of both swoon-worthy and heart-stopping moments as someone is targeting the King's inner circle, which had included their uncle. So.. expect murder, deceit and intrigue galore along with a heated romance. I would highly recommend KILL OR BE KILT to anyone who enjoys their Scottish romances with a touch of mystery! My full review is posted at Reading Between The Wines Book Club. Please check it out there!
Kill or Be Kilt, a wonderful story in her Highland Spies series was totally awesome!!! Victoria Roberts has once again provided the reader with action, adventure, and romance. Her characters takes us on a non-stop journey throughout this wonderful story. We follow the journey between Laird Ian Munro and Elizabeth, where romance and love is just around the corner. This book did indeed hold my attention, and I could not put it down until I read it to completion. I adore this series, and I highly recommend it to those who loves hunky highlanders, a wonderful love story, and characters that will hold onto your heart. Get ready for a wild and wonderful ride. Bravo Miss Victoria!!!