A Highlander’s vow…
Scottish spy Gerard MacMasters never expected to be playing bodyguard in his mission to catch a killer. Stunning English beauty, Lady Evelyn Hunt, has witnessed a merciless assassin’s escape—now, she’s in danger, and it’s up to him to keep her alive. Passion flares, but he knows better than to fall for her. He’s already lost one woman he loved—never again will he put his heart on the line.
She shields her heart…
After a crushing betrayal at the altar, Lady Evelyn wants nothing to do with love. Kissing a gorgeous rogue is one thing, but surrendering her heart is another matter. When she stumbles upon a mysterious crime, nothing prepares her for the dashing Scot who charges into her life. The hot-blooded Highlander may be her hero—or her undoing.
Each book in the Highland Hearts series is STANDALONE:
* The Highlander Who Loved Me
* Lady Evelyn's Highland Protector
* Tempting the Highland Spy
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Inverness, Scotland June, 1891
Truth be told, Lady Evelyn Hunt rather enjoyed being a fallen woman. While others might well wring their hands over such a dizzying tumble from grace, she'd discovered an unexpected benefit of scandal — the invisible scarlet letter she wore was the key to her independence. After all, with no good name to protect, she had nothing to lose.
As her traveling companions gushed over the wares in a milliner's cramped and cluttered shop, she debated whether to put that freedom to good use and make her escape. She'd endured the noisy, pungent train ride from London to the Highlands with nary a whisper of complaint. After all, it wasn't every day one embarks on a journey to stand as a bridesmaid while her dearest friend weds a dashing Scotsman. She would not have missed Sally's wedding, not for all the quiet chambers in the world. But now, as the walls closed in and her friends' voices blurred, she eyed the door with a keen longing.
Fanning herself with one hand, she pulled in a gulp of air, deep as her corset allowed. Drat, she should've loosened the stays. A fashionable silhouette was desirable, but then again, so was the ability to inhale.
Her pulse hammered a defiant beat against her eardrums. What harm would there be in leaving this little shop, if only for a few minutes? It wasn't as if she required a chaperone. With her reputation damaged well beyond repair, she was free to explore the city without benefit of an escort. On the other hand, her dignity would suffer a devastating blow if she collapsed in an incoherent heap on the milliner's floor.
Edging past the hatmaker's dour-faced assistant, Evelyn slipped out the door. Relief rushed in. Fresh calm filled her. Free of the crush and the relentless chatter, she could once again focus her thoughts. She could breathe.
A shadow fell over her.
Strong, warm hands settled over her shoulders.
A stranger towered over her. A handsome man, dark-haired and broad-shouldered.
"Unhand me, sir."
His hands fell away. A hint of a smile danced on his full mouth. "Is the devil nippin' at yer heels, lass?"
Good heavens. In her rush to take her leave of the shop, she'd nearly collided with the fellow, hadn't she? So much for avoiding damage to her dignity.
She was tall, too long-limbed to fit the feminine ideal, but she had to cock her chin to meet his intent golden-brown eyes. "My apologies."
"'Tis no harm done." A lock of dark hair dipped over his forehead, and he shoved it away. "Do take care. The next man ye run into might take advantage of the opportunity to find a lovely lass in his arms."
The man certainly had cheek, didn't he? A reply sprang to her lips, hovering there unspoken as his hint of a smile gave way to a ridiculously appealing grin.
Taking him in, she corrected herself. Man did not begin to do him justice. Highland Adonis, perhaps — assuming he indeed hailed from this rugged place — might better suit the fine specimen of masculinity who stood before her.
He was handsome, his strong features tempered by the warmth in his eyes. His nose bore what looked like the scar of a years-old break — oddly, the slight flaw did not detract from his looks. Rather, it enhanced his earthy character. So very different from the classically carved nose and chin of the man who'd trampled her heart, then crushed her reputation beneath the heel of his boot for good measure.
Her throat tightened. With the sun gilding his deep brown hair and unspoken challenge flashing in his eyes, he rivaled any hero an author's pen conjured.
"Good day, lass," he said, the rumble of his brogue stirring a rush of awareness.
With that, he stepped out of her path and walked away.
Evelyn turned, allowing her gaze to trail his swift, sure strides. Ah, the Scot was temptation personified.
Once, when she'd been a perfectly proper heiress in search of an equally proper husband, she never would have allowed herself to look so boldly upon a handsome stranger, no matter how intriguing she found him. She'd understood the damage even the mildest indiscretion could wreak on one's reputation.
But that was then, wasn't it? Now she could drink in the appealing Scotsman to her heart's content. Such was the benefit of being quite thoroughly and irreparably ruined.
Such a pity he was not sporting a kilt. While in London, she'd once debated a most pressing question with a friend — precisely what did a virile Scot wear beneath his plaid? Could it be that nothing stood between a well-muscled Highlander and the fabric draped around his lean hips? In Evelyn's thoughts, the question flared anew. But this time, the query did not inspire laughter. Rather, the mental image of a strapping man with nothing between what God gave him and a length of pleated wool conjured an unbidden heat a well-bred woman would never dare to acknowledge.
How fortunate she was no longer considered well-bred.
Her attention lingered on him as he continued his brisk pace toward his destination. From this angle, he was a fine sight to see. A mere heartbeat later he ducked into an establishment.
Drat the luck. At the very least, she would have enjoyed studying his well-defined physique a few moments longer.
Very well. Her momentary diversion was out of her sight. She let out a small sigh. Well then, she had better things to do than bide her time out here, awaiting the ladies' emergence from the milliner's shop, didn't she?
A bookshop, three doors from the hatmaker's boutique, beckoned. Reading was a pleasure of which she'd never grown weary, never shuttled aside, not even when her father had hounded her to devote more time to cultivating her social graces and less to escaping into well-imagined worlds.
Glancing behind her to the hat-filled window, she smiled to herself. The spirited cacophony filtering through the milliner's frosted glass door offered all the more reason to quietly peruse the bookseller's wares.
Graham and Son. Books and Trinkets.
She reached for the door, but a sense she couldn't quite define held her back. Leaning closer, she studied the emblem etched into the brass latch. There was something so very peculiar about that symbol. Something quite odd.
She bent to take a closer look. Rather unusual, that. Yet somehow familiar. A star of sorts. Five points. Surrounded by a circle. Ordinary enough.
A chill prickled her nape and shivered down her spine.
She was being a goose. Dismissing her reaction, she reached for the latch. The tinny peal of a bell announced her entry. A handful of steps into the charming shop, and she knew she'd made the right decision.
Books surrounded her, a pleasant mess of stacks and cases. Some had been purposefully displayed, while others were arranged with a casual lack of deliberation, inviting patrons to peruse the tomes at their leisure. If only she could spend hours sifting through the collection.
She spotted a thick volume perched atop a towering stack. A History of the Tudor Reign. That might be just the thing. Then again, a rip-roaring good yarn might hold her interest while she passed time in the Highlands. Perhaps the shopkeeper would offer a recommendation.
She wound her way through shelves and stacks. Surely the bookseller must be about, somewhere in this maze. A pile of novels that reached to her chest teetered precariously, one dust-spurred sneeze away from an avalanche.
Creak! The sound jerked her attention to the rear of the shop. The sun's rays streamed through an open door. A slender, shrouded form stood silhouetted against the light. A woman ... perhaps. Cloaked in mourning garb, the featureless figure seemed a wraith in ebony.
Her veil-covered head turned to Evelyn. Heavy lace concealed the woman's features. Nonetheless, Evelyn could feel her penetrating gaze.
Ice-cold unearthly fingers danced across her skin.
She inched toward the door.
The woman in black turned away. A gentle breeze drifted through the rear entryway. The veil fluttered. The wraith paused, cast a glance over her shoulder, then stepped into the afternoon light.
An instinctive warning whispered in Evelyn's ear. Squaring her shoulders, she shrugged off her cautioning inner voice. Goodness, she'd read one too many sensation novels, hadn't she? This was a cozy shop on a well-traveled street, not a gloomy castle on the moors with a madwoman lurking about.
Banishing her apprehension, Evelyn hurried to the still-open door and stared down the alley. The narrow path behind the shop was empty. Still and soundless. No sign of the woman in black.
Evelyn released a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.
Why had the woman rushed away? And through a rear door, no less?
Had she witnessed a thief's escape?
Not likely. Such a brazen exit would have drawn attention. The shopkeeper would likely have pursued a light-fingered culprit.
Stepping back inside, she closed the door behind her. An unnatural quiet enveloped the space. Where in blazes was the bookseller? She'd seen neither hide nor hair of the man. Rather odd, really.
Her fingers coiled tight around her beaded reticule. Her heels tapped against the scuffed wooden planks, echoing each step. Her instincts murmured a warning. She should leave. She should return to the milliner's shop.
A fresh shiver darted over her, prickling her flesh.
Had something malicious occurred amid the stacks and shelves of the bookseller's store?
Drivel. Her wild imagination was getting the best of her.
A sound, scarcely louder than a whisper, wafted to her ears.
Is that a moan?
"Help me. Please."
A man's voice. Weak. Strained.
Her heart stuttered. "Where are you? What's happened?"
"Here." The whisper beckoned her forward. She followed the faint cry to the tall counter at the far back corner of the store.
An elderly man lay on his back, arms outstretched, as if he'd struggled to push himself up. His pale gray eyes stared at her, the light within a mere ember. "Come ... I must tell ye ..."
Pulse racing, she crouched at his side. "I must find a physician."
"No." The protest came with surprising strength. "Dinnae leave me."
"You've been injured. I will summon help."
"No. Listen ... to me. Ye must ..." His hand brushed her skirt. Gazing up at her, he crushed the fabric between long, gnarled fingers. Expelling a labored breath, he pressed something that felt like a playing card against her palm. "Take it. The Dragon's Eyes. Ye must protect it ... Ye cannot let them find —"
She slipped free of his desperate hold. "I'm sorry, but you need help. I promise I will return."
"Say ye will protect it." The word faded, nearly a whisper. "Promise me ..."
"Please, stay strong." She slid the card into her reticule, took his hand, and pressed his limp fingers between hers. "I will —"
"Murder." The word came as a gasp. The life in his eyes dimmed. Labored breaths wracked his body.
And then, sudden quiet. The man went still.
Silence overtook her.
Dear God. No!
It could not be too late.
She must find help.
Scrambling to her feet, she rushed through the labyrinth of overflowing shelves and yanked open the door. The bell clanged, the sound now shrill, as if even the building sensed her desperation.
The door closed with a thud, jarring the bell anew. Evelyn blinked against the noonday sun. She had to find a physician. Perhaps the milliner would know where she might find a doctor to attend the injured man.
She rushed pell-mell along the cobblestone pavement toward the shop. A matron sent a frown her way. An elderly man shot her a scowl as she darted around him with quick, evasive steps.
Without warning, strong hands grasped her shoulders. She froze. Brown eyes flecked with gold narrowed with unspoken questions. The Highlander. He held her, his touch gentle yet unyielding. A fine bead of perspiration dotted his forehead, as if he'd recently exerted himself. Tiny lines feathered at the corners of his eyes as his mouth firmed into an unsmiling line.
"We've got to stop meeting this way, lass." The words came out in a husky burr. "Ye look like ye've been chased by the devil's own hounds. What's got ye in a stir?"
"I need help ... a man's been attacked." The words tumbled from her mouth, even as her heart thudded in her chest. "In the bookshop."
The Scot cocked his head. His brow furrowed. "Graham? Attacked?"
"He needs a physician. Time is of the essence."
"Ye're lookin' at one. I took my training in Her Majesty's Army." He bolted past her, tossing a gruff command over his shoulder as he charged through the door. "Stay here. This may not be fit for a woman's eyes."
Not fit for a woman's eyes. She was made of sterner stuff than that. She might well be able to offer assistance. Hiking her skirts, she rushed back inside the shop.
"He's on the floor, behind the counter. Did you find him?"
Silence met her query. She closed the distance between the entry and the shadowed spot where she'd left the shopkeeper.
She was alone.
There was no sign of the injured man. Had he recovered enough strength to walk? Could the Scot have moved the unconscious man so quickly?
She glanced around the space. No sign of the so-called physician. Nor the shopkeeper.
Sunlight trickled into the rear of the shop. The door was slightly ajar. How very odd.
Had the Scotsman left?
A faint alarm sounded in her thoughts. There had to be a reasonable explanation for what was happening. Still, the hair prickled at the base of her neck.
With a surly note of protest, the back door creaked open. The Scot strode inside. "I thought I told ye to stay outside."
Something in his imperious tone chafed. She hiked her chin. "As I am not in Her Majesty's Army, and you have no authority over me, I did not take the words as a command."
"Ye dinnae say?" He frowned at her. "I've better use for my time than searching for an injured man who's well enough to leave this place of his own accord. Why don't ye tell me what ye're up to?"
She stifled a gasp. "What I'm up to? What are you implying?"
"Thieves often employ a beautiful lass in their schemes. Do ye have an accomplice lurking about, hoping to part me from my coin?"
"How dare you."
He shrugged. "You would not be the first woman used as a lure ... nor the last."
"I assure you I am not a lure." She glanced toward the door. "Where were you?"
"I heard a noise behind the shop — if ye're telling me the truth of what ye saw, the injured man made his escape while ye sought help."
"That's impossible. I know what I saw. He was weak. Barely able to speak."
His brows hiked. "The old man was awake?"
"At first. Before I left him, he slipped into unconsciousness. I feared ... I feared he was beyond help." With the Scot shadowing her every step, Evelyn marched to the counter. Staring down at the wooden planks, she shook her head to clear the haze of confusion. "Perhaps ... he found the strength to crawl away."
The Scot raked a hand through his hair, seeming to mull over her words. "More likely, Graham's gone after the bloke. He's a tough one."
"The man I saw was in no condition to offer pursuit."
"A blow might've caught him unaware, set him reeling 'til he could catch his breath."
She held the Scot's gaze. It wouldn't do to become emotional. "I know what I saw. He was not in his right mind. He was on the verge of delirium."
The Scotsman stilled. "Delirium? What makes you say that?" "He spoke of dragons ... dragon's eyes, to be precise. Something about —"
Behind her, hinges badly in need of oil groaned. As Evelyn turned toward a workroom by the rear entryway, a sturdy door swung open, and a man who might've been her father's age emerged from the darkened space.
"What brings ye in today, MacMasters? I figured I'd be more likely to catch sight of ye in the pub than among my treasures." The man's boots thudded against the wooden floorboards. Creases marked his face, but the light in his hazel eyes demonstrated a youthful vigor. Glancing down, he unrolled shirtsleeves he'd hiked to the elbows and fastened the cuffs with gold links. Rather odd that a man of obvious breeding walked about in public without a jacket or cravat.
"The lass here believed ye to be in need of assistance," the Scot named MacMasters said. "She believes an assailant got to ye."
"No ... that's not the man." Evelyn pinned the hazel-eyed man with a stare. "Where is he — the old gent."
Excerpted from "Lady Evelyn's Highland Protector"
Copyright © 2017 Tara Kingston.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I loved Evelyn and Gerard's story!! Evelyn never expected that her visit to a bookstore would end up with her witnessing a crime. Getting an unwanted bodyguard also didn't fit into her plans. Gerard is doing his duty in protecting Evelyn, but most of the time it does feel like a duty at all... I loved the first two books in the series, so I'm very excited to see what the rest of the series gives us!!
I liked this historical read. Plenty of drama and suspense. Gerard is a spy and after an assassin, Lady Evelyn witnesses something she shouldn’t have and is now in danger. Can Gerard protect her? I liked the story it definitely held my interest throughout. The characters had plenty of depth and great chemistry. A good read.
in book 2 of the highland hearts series, lady evelyn's highland protector, the aforementioned lady evelyn hunt has never purposely sought scandal. but after her betrothed left her at the altar and ruined her repuation with spurious lies it seems to have a way of finding her. when she takes a berak from a bridal party shopping spree and enters a local bookstore, the last thing she expects is to be the key witness to murder and the one person who can reveal the truth about where some ancient scottish heirlooms are hidden. not that she realizes any of this. gerard mcmasters was chasing down a heartless murderer. he finally had her in his sights only to find himself momentarily distracted by lady evelyn. that slight delay is all it took for his quarry to slip by him. knowing that lady evelyn will be the infamous mrs. smythe's next target, gerard isn't surprised to learn that he is being cast as her bodyguard. lady evelyn is wary of him but also intrigued. she tries her best to resist the highlander's charm but it proves difficult, especially when he wears a kilt. there's just something about a man in a kilt. while gerard is sent to protect evie, the truth is she can fight her own battles, and she does. her past has taught her to trust her instincts and stand up for herself. she would do anything to protect those she loves and that loyalty is rewarded. because they would also do anything for her. even stay away if they believed that would keep her safe. gerard has loved and lost before, so keeping those he loves protected is important to him. to keep evie safe he'd do anything, even leave her behind. what he needs to learn, as tennyson has, that it is better to have love and lost than to never have loved at all. **lady evelyn's highland protector will publish on november 27, 2017. i received an advance reader copy courtesy of netgalley/entangled publishing (amara) in exchange for my honest review.
This Historical Mystery Romance is set in 19th century Scotland with a strapping Highlander and an English rose. Gerard, a spy is currently in Inverness, in persuit of a serial assassin. After losing his beloved as a result of his occupation, he doesn't have serious relationships. Evelyn is from a wealthy family. She has acquired a tarnished reputation through no fault of her own. She has come to the terms with the unfounded gossips, but guards her heart to avoid further pain. Whilst attending her best friend's wedding in Scotland, she witnesses an upsetting occurrence in one of the shops. Gerard appears on the scene and gives her reassurance, but not the full story. Her life is in danger and he is now responsible for her protection. They don't have a choice in interacting with one another, and what starts with innocent flirtations soon turns into something more. The problem is that they have both sworn to protect their hearts. As the mystery of the identity of the assassin and the accomplice is unraveled, more people are in danger. The relationship between Gerard and Evelyn blossoms. The characters and sceneries are well described. The recounting of this story is thrilling and fascinating. There are numerous bumps along the way, but the end is very gratifying. This would appeal to readers with a flair for suspense and mystery in their historical romance. I was kindly issued with an eARC from the publisher via NetGalley and the views expressed are my personal opinion.
It's an absolutely amazing book which kept me intrigued right from the very beginning. It started with lady Evelyn witnessing something she shouldn't have and thus Gerard MacMasters becomes her protector. Although she doesn't trust him completely, rightly so. They are both keeping things from each other, as well as, falling in lust. ;) But will their mutual attraction leads some where or not is an entirely different question. I loved this book. It's really good and characters are quite well-developed and interesting. If you are a historical fiction fan then this book is perfect for you and even if you're not a fan I still recommend it, because this book might change your preference for historical romance novels. Personally, I love historical romance and highlander even more so this one was just perfect for me.
What a wonderful exciting story! Lady Evelyn Hunt, was at the wrong place at the right time to hear the mumbling of a dying man. Visiting Scotland to be a bridesmaid in her best friend's wedding, Evelyn joins the other bridesmaids in a jaunt after the wedding, She wanders off to a nearby bookstore and finds an injured man who tries to give her clues as to what happened. Running for help, she runs into Gerald MacMasters to follow her back to the bookstore. Now in danger of being the focus of that assassin who thinks she knows who he may be, Scottish spy Gerard becomes her bodyguard in order to catch the killer and keep Evelyn safe.. Gerard tries to explain away the situation but there are mysterious clues and information coming out that begins a very dangerous game. As they are together, Evelyn and Alex feel an undeniable attraction, but both have been hurt and fight it as hard as they can. Alex's wife was killed because of him and he is determined nothing will happen to Evelyn. This story has it all.. Danger, Intrigue, suspense and a mystery to be solved while trying to stay alive. This is a definite page turner and I cannot wait to read more by this author..