From award-winning romance author Michelle Marcos comes Lessons in Loving a Laird--the second installment in the "Knaves of Scotland" series. As rugged and bold as the Scottish hills, the Highland Knaves take no prisoners when it comes to love…
Thrust into indentured servitude as a child, Shona Slayter is counting the days until her twenty-first birthday, when she gains her precious freedom. Unfortunately, the new laird of the estate has other plansand he's determined to keep her bound to him. The only way for Shona to be free of her bonds is to marry the man who holds the key. But seducing a handsome laird is not what she was trained for, and the more she tries to win his heart, the more she loses hers.
With a young son to raise and a crumbling Scottish estate to manage, Conall has enough to worry about without the brazen, beautiful Shona challenging him at every turn. But their heated spats are starting to turn into real sparks…and soon the Scottish hills are ablaze with their forbidden attraction. Yet no matter what Shona is willing to do to buy her freedom, Conall has no intention of letting her go…
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MICHELLE MARCOS is the author of Secrets to Seducing a Scot and one previous trilogy with St. Martin's Press. A native of Miami, Florida, she's worked as both an English teacher and an actress, and she writes romance to celebrate perfect love. This is her second book in the "Knaves of Scotland" series.
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Lessons in Loving a Laird
By Michelle Marcos
St. Martin's PressCopyright © 2012 Michelle Marcos
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MILES' END FARM DUMFRIESSHIRE, SCOTLAND 1811
"I'll kill her!"
The front door slammed, thrusting an exclamation point on the threat.
Iona rolled her eyes as she wiped her sticky hands on her apron. "What did Shona do this time?"
Her husband lumbered into the kitchen, and wedged his hatchet into the wooden table.
"It's no' what she did. It's what she has no' done. I ordered her to bring in the flock from the field before midday. Farragut's will be here any minute to take the lambs to be butchered. She's disappeared and taken the damned sheep with her!"
Iona's loose bun wobbled as she turned back to the task of stuffing the chicken with the oniony skirlie. "Well, what did ye expect? Ye know how she gets. As soon as ye mentioned the word 'slaughter,' she was bound to rescue the lambs. I told you to send her off to market today. Getting those lambs away from Shona will be like tryin' to pry the cubs from a she-bear."
Hume jerked the worn tam off his head, revealing a shiny white scalp. Though his face was bristling with thick ginger hair, there was not a single strand above his bushy eyebrows. "Every blessed year we go through this."
Iona hoisted the pan heavy with two stuffed chickens and hung it from the hook inside the fireplace. Her back screamed as she righted her rounded frame. "After near ten year workin' for ye, ye should know the lass well enough by now."
"If I had only put my foot down in the first place. I knew she'd be trouble from the moment I laid eyes on her. I told ye so, didn't I? I told ye we should ha' only taken in the fair one. Every time I listen to you, I end up having to eat ma own liver." He stuffed a hunk of bread into his mouth.
"Och, Hume. Ye know perfectly well we couldna take one sister and no' take the other."
"Aye, we could ha'!" Crumbs of bread flew out of his mouth. "T'were required we take only one parish apprentice, no' two. And slaighteurs, no less! Two mouths to feed, two backs to clothe —"
"And two pairs of hands to do all the work that ye're too old to do, so shut yer pie-hole."
Hume grumbled. "Why can't Shona be more like her sister? I don't understand it. They eat the same food, sleep in the same bed, wear the same clothes. We grew them alike. Why is the one so obedient and docile, and the other so full of her own mind?"
Iona's thoughts turned to the gentle Willow. The twin sisters could not be more dissimilar. Not just in looks, but in disposition. The murder of their parents must have affected them in entirely different ways. The fair-haired Willow was a beauty, but terrified of her own shadow. She was not docile; she was dominated.
Shona, on the other hand, had grown fangs and claws. Since the night she had witnessed the brutal slaying of her parents and older brothers, Shona had grown into an untamable wildcat, and it was not to Hume's liking. Oh, they got along well enough, whenever they shared funny stories in the evening, or when they were of one mind on an issue. But if Shona Slayter had to stand up to him, stand up she did, and woe betide him if he tried to put her in her place. Yet there was a chink in her armor, and Hume knew what it was. She had a weakness for all things defenseless, especially her twin sister. And, of course, lambs destined for slaughter.
"If she doesna bring back those sheep before Farragut's arrives, I'll ... I'll —"
Iona ignored him and began to slice the carrots. Hume never could finish that sentence.
The sound of carriage wheels crushing the gravel outside made Hume groan. "Och! Farragut's has arrived! Damn that lass! So help me, Iona, I'll make that girl obey me if it's the last thing I do!" He wedged the cap back on his head and stormed off as fast as his bowed legs would carry him.
* * *
There would be the devil to pay for this. And Shona Slayter knew she was about to become the chosen currency.
She slumped upon a felled tree trunk about a mile from the farmstead. Two dozen sheep fanned about her, dotting the emerald hillside, blissfully munching away at the moist grass. So joyfully ignorant of the fate that awaited them.
The brisk Lowland wind leaned against the grass, and it lifted the black tendrils from her face. The breeze was thick with moisture, heralding a heavy rain. She sighed in irritation. Her work had to be done whether it be fine weather or no, and she dreaded having to spend the day in a sopping wet dress.
A three-month-old lamb ambled up to her, his white eyelashes sliding over his glossy black, questioning eyes. Her heart melted. How perfect his trust in her. The little creature followed her everywhere, came whenever she called. Hume had ordered her not to give the animals names, lest she get too attached, but she didn't care. This lamb was born with a gauzy nap of snowy white fleece, and she had named him Pillow.
She untied the pouch that hung next to her dagger on a cord around her waist. Inside a folded cloth was her untouched breakfast, plus a treacle-sweetened oat biscuit she had snatched from the kitchen window where Iona had been cooling them. She tore the chewy biscuit in pieces and held them out in her hand to Pillow. His nostrils puffed air onto her palms as he smelled the crumbles and then nuzzled them from her hand.
Shona smiled, resting her chin on her fist as Pillow finished off the biscuit. Eagerly, he sucked on her sticky fingers, massaging them between his flat upper gums and his short, dull bottom teeth. It was a pleasant sensation, and she chuckled when he weakly tried to bite off her fingers.
"Away with ye, now. Those are my fingers, not blades of grass!"
He bleated, and it sounded like a child's laughter.
Pillow sought her other hand, searching for more sweet things. But she had nothing more to give him. Her smile began to dissolve. The thought of Pillow being turned over to Farragut's chilled her more than did the distant thunder. When it came to slaughtering animals, Farragut's was careless and inhumane. She shuddered as she thought how Pillow's joyful bleating would turn to screaming as he was torn from his mother's side, hoisted onto a wagon, and hauled thirty terrifying miles over rocky roads to Dumfries. Then some brute of a man at Farragut's would cram Pillow into the slaughterhouse pen. He'd swing a hammer onto Pillow's tiny skull, knocking him senseless. Then he'd hang Pillow upside down from the lamb's delicate rear legs before slicing open his neck, leaving him to bleed out until dead. She wanted to — had to — save Pillow and the other lambs from that experience. She might not be able to stave off the slaughter forever. But today, at least, Farragut's would leave empty-handed.
The rumble of the thunder seemed to get closer, until Shona realized it was the muffled sound of a horse galloping toward her. She stood up from the tree trunk and looked behind her. Willow was quickly approaching atop General, the plow horse.
The sheep scattered as General came to a halt in front of Shona. Willow slid down the horse's bare back.
Shona crossed her arms. "Willow Slayter, if ye came to wag yer finger, I'll tell ye instead where to shove it."
Willow shook her head, her blond corkscrew tendrils bouncing against her face. "No, I didn't. I wanted to find ye to tell ye that a man came to see Hume just now. A town man! He had a big book with him ... and papers. I couldna hear what they said, but whatever he came aboot, it made Hume very cross."
Shona's eyes widened. "Was it someone from the parish authorities?"
Willow shrugged. "I couldna tell."
Shona's breathing quickened as her excitement grew. "Maybe it was. Maybe Hume has to sign papers to release us from our apprenticeship. After all, we're nearly twenty-one." It was a day that Shona longed for, when she and Willow would no longer be wards of the parish. As much as she liked living with Iona and Hume, as a parish apprentice, Shona chafed at her lack of freedom. But one day they would reach maturity, and they'd be free — free to live and work wherever they wished, and no longer subject to a master's dominion. That glorious day was still three months, eleven days, and fourteen hours away.
Her freedom was so close she could almost taste it. She knew precisely what they would do. Upon their birthday, they would pack their belongings and head back to the Highlands to find their little brother Camran. If he was still alive.
They hadn't seen Camran since the Day. He'd been taken by the bearded man, and Shona and Willow were taken away by the man who'd branded them. Mr. Seldomridge was his name, and she'd never known a crueler human being. He used to punish them by making them kneel on brambles or locking them in a dark closet with rats. Thrice they'd run away, thrice they were caught, and each time they were badly beaten. After nearly a year, the two of them finally succeeded in escaping Mr. Seldomridge. They ran as far from the Highlands as they could, and made it as far south as Thornhill. There, they sought refuge in a church, and the vicar gave them food and a place to sleep. Eventually, though, the vicar had to surrender them to the care and protection of the parish authorities, which then arranged to apprentice them to learn trades befitting their station in life. Hume and Iona Findlay agreed to take in both sisters, and train them in farming and animal husbandry.
Shona had no idea what had become of Camran, but he was the only family they had left. She simply had to locate him. She glanced at the back of her hand. Like her, Camran had an S seared on the back of his hand. It identified them as slaighteur — knaves. Finding work or even friendship would be difficult for anyone with that damning brand, but there was one good thing about it — it might make Camran easier to find.
Willow tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "I dinna know who that man was, but he must have a lot of power. When Farragut's wagon came, the town man sent it away."
Shona's eyebrows drew together. "The town man sent the wagon away?"
Willow nodded. "I saw him, clear as daylight. That's when Hume began to plead with him, but the town man just shook his head. Then I saw the town man get back in his carriage and leave."
Bafflement twisted her features. She picked up her pouch, and tied it around her waist again. "Come on, help me get the flock back to the sheep paddock. I want to find out who this town man was."
Willow shook her head. "Hume isna too pleased with you right now. If I were you, Shona, I'd stay clear of him. Hiding the sheep might've just earned you a lifetime of trouble."
Shona glanced at the horizon. Trouble, aye. A lifetime, no. Just three months, eleven days, and fourteen more hours of it.
* * *
To Shona's surprise, Hume didn't reprimand her for hiding the sheep from the butcher. In fact, he didn't even look for her. He spent the entire day inside the house, away from the farm. Even the chatty Iona was uncharacteristically tightlipped about the strange visitor who had come that morning.
It rained throughout the night and into the next morning. Willow had developed a sniffle, sneezing and moaning throughout the night. When they awoke the next morning at half past four, Willow's eyes were puffed into near slits, and her nose was the color of Solway salmon. But at least she'd not had any of her nightmares.
Shona leaned over and touched her cheek to her sister's forehead. "Ye do no' have a fever. That's a blessing. Ye'd do well to stay abed today."
"No. I'll be all right. No doubt I look dismal."
"No worse than usual," Shona ribbed. "Still, I wouldna want ye to get a cough. Sleep the morning. I'll bring ye some tea after I do the milking."
Willow threw off her covers. "I canna let you do both our work. Besides, it's my turn to do the milking. I'll be fine once I shake the dew off me."
Shona felt a stab of remorse, but couldn't help feeling relief at sharing the task of milking. It was backbreaking, repetitive, exhausting work, and it had to be done twice each day, dawn and midafternoon. It took about twenty minutes to milk each cow, and there were three of them. Then there were the nanny goats, and there were seventeen of them. It was hard enough between the two of them, but for Shona alone, it would take all day.
Willow had washed and dressed before Shona had much time to object. Willow didn't seem to mind the quiet, patient work of milking as much as Shona did. Shona would rather pull a plow over a rocky field than have to do the milking. Cows could be peculiar, inscrutable creatures. It was easier to milk them from the rear, but that was not their most attractive side. Plus, it was the most dangerous. When she wasn't dodging a kick, she was dodging something else.
Shona stepped behind Willow to tie her pinafore. "All right, ye can help milk ... but ye must stay inside the byre. The rain's coming down in buckets, and I dinna want you getting wet. I'll bring in the cows and nannies from the field to ye. Agreed?"
Willow snuffled, and nodded.
The morning lasted twice as long as any other for Shona. Her dress was glued to her wet body as she brought in the goats one by one from the paddock to the dairy. While Willow milked them, Shona tended to their other work. She mucked out the horse stalls; filled them with fresh, dry hay; collected the chicken eggs; and hauled water from the brook. By noon, even though it had finally stopped raining, she was nearly done in.
As Shona was hitching up General to the wagon, she saw a carriage approach the farm. Her eyebrows drew together as she edged toward the stable door. Hume and Iona had such few visitors that Shona immediately suspected it was either very good news ... or very bad.
Willow ran into the stable from the kitchen courtyard, where she had been washing and candling the eggs. "Shona! That's the carriage that came yesterday! The town man ... he's back!" She pointed at the carriage from behind Shona's back.
It was a fancy carriage, very unlike the kind seen in this part of Dumfriesshire. An older gentleman alighted from within the black lacquered coach. He had a compact, thin frame, and his body moved with great purpose and ease, even though his hair had become snowy white. He was dressed in a tartan jacket, vest, and trews. Under his arm was a large, flat book.
Shona took a step toward the driveway, but Willow gripped her arm. "Where are ye going?"
"I mean to find out exactly who this man is."
"What if he's from Mr. Seldomridge?" Willow's large green eyes had curved fearfully.
A streak of vengeance stiffened her spine. After all, she was no longer a frightened eight-year-old girl. In fact, she would very much like to cross paths with that monster once more. "Only one way to find out," she said as she wiped her hands on her sopping wet pinafore.
She walked out of the stable, her hands clasped behind her back, and stood in front of the team of horses. "Good day to ye."
The man turned his face to her. He touched his hat. "Good day, lass. Can ye fetch Mr. Hume Findlay, please?"
"Aye. Can I tell him who ye are?"
"Horace Hartopp. Factor to the new laird of Ballencrieff."
Shona let her guard down an inch. She turned in the direction of the house to call Hume over, but he was already coming toward the carriage to greet the visitor.
"Mr. Hartopp! Just having me tea. You're a wee bit earlier than I expected, sir."
The elderly gentleman held out his hand. "My apologies, but Ballencrieff has matters of a pressing nature this afternoon, and he hopes to settle business affairs with his tenants as soon as possible."
"Well, I'm afraid I've no' been able to scrape together the amount due the laird. Would he consider extending the time I have to repay?"
The elderly gentleman waved his hand. "We already discussed this yesterday, Mr. Findlay. Ye're nearly eighteen months in arrears, and I sent ye notice of collection six months ago. Ballencrieff has now arrived to take the reins of the estate, and he will not permit his tenants to live gratis upon his lands."
"'Twere not our fault the estate has been ungoverned this past eighteen-month after the old laird passed away. No one came to collect the rents."
"All the more reason I would expect ye to have the monies from the sale of last year's crops."
"No, sir. We put all that money back into the management of the farm. Bought a new plow, got a stronger horse. We rotated our crops, and that required additional tilling and fertilizing."
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Life was never easy for Shona MacAslan but she is so close to gaining her freedom and living life on her own with her twin sister. Shona has watched everything she loved be taken away and left her with horrible memories and an even worse future destined to be fulfilled by her enemies. Nothing will part her from her twin sister not even the new Laird of Ballencrieff, Conal MacEwan. Conal is making decisions that will alter everything about Shona’s life and she is going to fight him with every stubborn and spiteful bone in her body. Without her consent Shona finds herself still living an indentured servant’s life living on Conal’s estate. Shona is never one to let opportunity pass her by she immediately starts a formulating a plan that will set her and her twin sister free. Conal left a flourishing medical career to take over these lands and make them something his son will be proud to inherit. There is obligation but also the need to forget the past and the life his late wife left him to recover from. Fortunately, Conal sees very quickly Shona’s intelligence and decides to tap her ideas with long-term suggestions with short-term gains to make the estate solvent again. Conal is also sees Shona’s beauty and loves the shape of her sensuous lips even when those awful words come out of them. The biggest problem with plans is they always have the possibility of falling apart when someone else’s agenda over rides yours. Shona’s idea for love and freedom unravel as the front door opens to accusing statements and a situation that Conal will have to resolve to save his estate, reputation, and future for his son. There has to be another way around this but right now all Shona sees is the life she wanted drifting away and the past coming back to haunt her in ways she never expected. Michelle Marcos has completely blown me away with the magnificence of this book. Every reason I read historical romance is provided between the pages of this story. There are fascinating characters, plots that overlay the subplots, and a romance that will make you weep with joy it is so beautiful.
Reviewed by Rachel Book provided by the publisher for review Review originally posted at Romancing the Book I’ve never read a book by Michelle Marcos before, but one of my very favorite authors gave her an AMAZING review so I knew it had to be awesome. I’m happy to say I was not disappointed. There’s something magical about Highlander books. We were immediately thrown into Shona’s life as a little girl as she watches the murder of her family and is left with her little sister. Through a series of events they find themselves living with a decent family as glorified servants. But emotional scars aren’t the only thing they carry. They are marked for the world to see, in more ways than one. Shona’s character was immediately flushed out as a very strong female lead. She doesn’t cower in the corner and speaks her mind regardless of what the consequences may be. In fact, her outspokenness is what gets her and her sister jobs at the new estate, with Conall, an English Laird as their master. She has an instant dislike and attraction for Conall. He’s handsome, but very stern and tells her she’s going to earn her keep by milking the cows, while her sister becomes the nanny. Jealousy flairs until Shona soon proves her worth at estate management which forces Conall to spend endless hours with her. Conall is instantly attracted to Shona because of her spirit, but soon their attraction turns into something much more dangerous. I liked the flow of their love story. The progression made sense, it wasn’t this sex crazed immediate thing. It was almost like the author made it so that the two characters were able to court before the feelings were made known, which as a reader, I really appreciated. If I was to complain about one thing in this book, it would probably be that the female lead became somewhat tiresome. I get why Shona is the way she is but in the end I felt like her character was almost too overbearing. All in all it was a wonderful romantic story with very little swearing and mild sensuality.
I couldn't finish it. It was boring, slow and silly. I should have known, because I didn't like very much the first one either. It started good but in the middle to the end turned boring and silly.
Indentured in service since she was a child, Shona Slayter can hardly wait days until her twenty first birthday. She will be "free" to live her own life with her twin sister Willow. But unfortunately Shona plans will have to be derailed because of the new owner has taken over the family estate and her indenture too! Even though the new "laird" is Scottish, he was raised in London. Conall MacEwan is bossy, infurating, handsome lout Shona has ever met. Conall thinks Shona is bossy, undisciplined, stubborn and oh so beautiful. Boy do sparks fly when these two get together. I really love this story of how Shona's and Conall's past tragedies gave each a life to treasure. This is the second book series of Ms Marcos. The first one was "Secrets to Seducing a Scot".
Could not put it down!