Return of the Rogue

Return of the Rogue

by Donna Fletcher

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ISBN-13: 9780061753152
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 10/13/2009
Series: A Sinclare Brothers Series , #1
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 51,753
File size: 920 KB

About the Author

Part of the fun in writing, Donna Fletcher admits, is doing the research. But it is with her characters that she has the most fun. She loves giving life to fresh characters and feels their excitement as they face the pleasures and pitfalls of falling in love.

Donna's own adventures have taken her to England, Ireland, and Scotland. She has walked the fields where battles were fought centuries ago, toured haunted castles, stood where beheadings were commonplace, explored the mystic mounds of long ago, and collected a plethora of memories and research that will live long in her heart and mind. She also loves exploring and photographing old abandoned homes, and she often takes long walks in the woods with camera in hand. She feels her life is rich and full, having three terrific sons, two fantastic daughters-in-law, an endless supply of friends, a loving dog, and a crazy, black, one-eyed cat named Bear.

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Return of the Rogue

Chapter One

Northern Scotland, late 1500s

She twirled in circles, her skinny little arms stretched out from her sides and a broad smile on her thin face. She would twirl and twirl and when she stopped, her head still spinning, the barren moor would magically dance in front of her eyes.

She laughed with glee and clapped her small hands until the dancing stopped, then went in search of wildflowers. The yellow ones were nice, but the violet ones were her favorite. The pretty color matched her eyes, or so her mum told her when they picked flowers together.

A frown suddenly captured her face. She wished her mum were with her today but she had too much work to do. Though her stepfather, Calum Tannach, expected her to help her mum, her mum would often chase her off to have fun, joining her now and again when she was certain Calum wouldn't learn of it.

Today her mum had shooed her off, telling her to have a day of fun since it was a special day. It was her birthday. She was eight years old today.

A smile quickly reclaimed her thin face. Her mum wouldn't want her to waste her birthday feeling sad. She would be waiting to hear of her fun day.

She rushed around picking flowers. They would make her mum smile. Her mum didn't smile very often. She wished she would but she didn't, but the flowers never failed to bring a smile, even a small one.

She stopped, tilting her head to the sky. Was that thunder? It was cloudy and gray. Then she heard the distant rumble again, only this time the ground quaked beneath her small feet. She stumbled backward; clutching the few flowers, she cast aglance across the moor.

She squinted at the black specks in the distance then rubbed her eyes, but the black specks remained, growing larger by the second.

Warriors! her mind screamed, and fearing they could be from a marauding clan, she did what she had been taught—she ran.

She clutched her flowers tighter as her skinny legs pumped faster and faster, the quaking growing stronger beneath her pounding feet. She told herself to keep going, don't look back, but fear forced a quick glance over her shoulder and the shock of the riders bearing down on her caused her to stumble.

She landed hard on her backside and instinct had her crawling backward away from the riders as fast as she could.

The ground shook and the thunderous roar of horses' hooves vibrated the air and tears filled her violet eyes as she struggled to avoid the rush of horses.

With a sudden yank, she was snatched off the ground, swung up in the air and planted with a thud in the lap of a large warrior. He reined in his horse sharply, holding her tight, and then slowed the animal to a trot.

She sat in shocked silence, too frightened to move or speak, though not to stare at him. Her first glance had her thinking he was the devil himself, his dark eyes matching his dark attire, his look grim and his mouth angry.

"Look," he ordered, his hand grabbing her chin and forcibly turning her head. She began to tremble. The horse stood at the edge of a cliff that she knew dropped off sharply to the North Sea.

"That's where you were going."

She shivered at the thought, tears pooling in her eyes until they spilled one by one down her thin cheeks. She would have died if not for the warrior, never to see her mum again. She stared at him, unable to speak and not knowing if she should, since she recognized him. He was Cavan Sinclare, eldest son of Laird Tavish Sinclare of the Earldom of Caithness, a fierce warrior.

He hoisted her up and off the horse, depositing her on the ground. He leaned his face close to hers, so close that his warm breath tickled her nose when he spoke.

"Watch what you're doing, lass. Next time someone may not be there to save you."

Honora woke with his words resonating in her head. It was always that way with the recurring dream, near twelve years now. She stretched her arms above her head, sighed and let the dream fade. She need not be thinking of the past today. Today she began her future. Today was her wedding day.

She snuggled under the wool coverlet, the sun yet to rise, and wondered for the hundredth time if this was right for her. But then, what did it matter? The choice wasn't hers. Her stepfather had arranged the marriage; she had little to say about it.

She had never imagined marrying a Sinclare. Actually, two years ago she feared marrying one; the one Sinclare she had prayed she would never set eyes on again. Her stepfather, Calum Tannach, had other ideas. He approached laird Tavish Sinclare, to offer her as wife to his son Cavan. Calum had touted her virtues and how she would serve the future laird well, being an obedient and dutiful wife. He had used a strong hand in raising her, he said, and guaranteed that she would not flinch if her husband saw fit to do the same.

He had been right about that. Calum Tannach had not only forced his stepdaughter to take his name when he wed her mother, but used a forceful hand on her more often than Honora cared to remember.

She would never have been able to defy her stepfather and refuse to wed Cavan, and so she was relieved to receive the news that Cavan had no interest in wedding her. He claimed she lacked strength and courage, and he wanted both in a wife. Her stepfather had been furious and, of course, taken his disappointment out on her.

Not enough strength and courage? She certainly had it that night when her stepfather delivered a good beating on her for not being good enough for Cavan Sinclare. He called her worthless and said it was a good thing her dear mother had passed five years before and was not there to witness the shame she had brought the family.

Return of the Rogue. Copyright © by Donna Fletcher. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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harstan More than 1 year ago
In the late sixteenth century in Scotland, her abusive stepfather Calum Tannach arranges for Honora to wed the oldest son of Laird Sinclare, Artair. However, on their wedding day, Cavan Sinclaire, thought dead, crashes the ceremony. Calum realizes he is the rightful heir and demands he marry Honora. She knows he once saved her life when she was eight years old, but one look at her new betrothed leaves her fearful that this big man will be as brutal as her stepfather although his eyes twinkle with kindness.------------- Cavan knows his immediate need is to keep his people safe from raiders, but he will honor the wedding contract that states the eldest Sinclaire will marry Honora. Still although he believes she is a pretty lass he will not allow her to interfere with his obsession to insure his clan¿s safety. As passion turns to desire and desire to love, Cavan believes he is fortunate, but now must convince his wife they were intended for one another even as someone causes dissension, despair, and destruction.--------------- Though typical of the historical highlander romance especially the return of the prodigal son, readers will appreciate this fine sixteenth century tale. The lead couple is a fabulous pairing as neither is prepared to marry the other, but obligation (and contracts) supersede their desires soon love supersedes all desires. Fans will appreciate the RETURN OF THE ROGUE as he understands his duty to his clan and to his wife while she proves his equal.------ Harriet Klausner
abbysmom52 More than 1 year ago
I have realized that most of the time I judge a romance novel by how much the hero appeals to me. This one didn't appeal to me at all. He was stubborn, inconsiderate, and verbally abusive. Then suddenly he falls in love and becomes stubborn, inconsiderate, and unsure of himself. I find it hard to swallow that she fell madly in love with him.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Book 1 of Fletcher's Sinclair trilogy. It's a good read to get an understanding of the back story. Sex scenes are mild compared to Fletcher's other novels. Main character, Cavan, comes across a fierce warrior in the beginning but seems to go soft about halfway through the novel. But, the novel intrigues the reader about the fate of the other Sinclair brothers.
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I found the word use choppy & slightly simple
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i Loved all of Donna Fletcher's books and this is one of my favorite book by her. This book is one i cant forget. I recommend you read this.
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First in the series. I love all of her books.
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I love this book. I have re read it countless times. I would write an overview but that has already been done.
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Typical Donna Fletcher... extremely well written historical romance with mystery thrown in for fun. I have thoroughly enjoyed all of her books that I have read so far and look forward to the rest of them.
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