From New York Times bestselling author Hannah Howell comes a brand new series featuring the MacEnroys, a family of seven strong, seductive Scottish brothers who have come to America with nerves of steel—and who will take no prisoners when it comes to love…
A brutal attack on Emily Stanton’s family has left her for dead . . . until she is found in the woods by a handsome stranger with a thick brogue who vows to protect her. There’s only one problem: As a woman with a noble English background, she has no business keeping company with such a man.
For Scotsman Iain MacEnroy, Emily’s high-tone accent is a bitter reminder of the oppressive regime he left behind. The last thing he needs is to be burdened by the needs of a beautiful, blue-eyed Englishwoman. But taking care of elegant, educated Emily begins to transform Iain in ways he never imagined. Could it be that the deep divisions from the old world no longer apply in the new—and that Iain and Emily can share a passion as lush and wild as the Scottish highlands themselves?
About the Author
Born and raised in Massachusetts, her family's home since the 1630s, Hannah Howell is the author of over thirty Zebra historical romances. Her love of history prompts the choice of venue, and also her dragging her husband Stephen, to every historical site she can get to. Her fascination with the past makes research as much a pleasure as a necessity. It was a thrill for her to turn her love of history and writing into a career, one that allows her to share those loves with others.
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Arkansas Ozarks, 1860
"Is that smoke I smell?"
Iain MacEnroy glanced at his youngest brother, Robbie, who was sniffing the air like a hound tracking a wounded fox. As he opened his mouth to say just that the smell hit him. The breeze did carry the strong, acrid smell of smoke, wood smoke. Since he saw no sign that the trees they rode through were on fire he suspected someone's cabin was burning. It was not an unusual problem but it could mean trouble for them. He halted his mount and struggled to determine where the smoke was coming from.
"We are riding right toward it," he said. "Do we go on?"
"Aye," said Matthew, the brother closest in age to him. "I suspicion it would be wise to ride in as if we approached an enemy."
"Good thinking." Iain shifted his rifle so that it was easier for him to use it if needed and nudged his horse forward in a slow cautious pace. "Stay with the wagon, Duncan. And keep a close watch out, rifle at the ready," he ordered the brother who was barely a year older than Robbie before fixing his full attention on their approach.
The trees began to thin out but Iain and his brothers were careful to stay within the shadows. When the clearing appeared, Iain signaled a halt. He sighed when the source of the smoke proved to be a smoldering cabin just as he had suspected. He could see no bodies but they could easily be inside. To his relief he could also see no sign of the ones who had caused such destruction but then realized they could also still be inside.
"I see no sign of Indians," said Robbie.
Iain dismounted. "Wasnae Indians. Nay sure there are any left in these hills." He glanced at the tracks in the dirt, clear to see in the area around the edge of the clearing but tried to keep an eye on the house for any sign of movement. "Horses were shod. No arrows I can see. Wager we will find boot prints near to the cabin. I keep telling ye that the natives were driven out and we havenae heard or seen them slipping back. This was done by the vermin who slip about these hills doing what they please and none of it nice."
"Should we have a wee look inside?"
"We will walk round the outside first and see what we can see before we step inside." Iain stood and looked at the smoking cabin. "Robbie, ye could try throwing some water on any flames ye see. Just make sure there is no one who is a threat inside. We may need to step inside later and best if it isnae still burning."
It was in the back of the cabin that they found the dead. Iain sighed. The woman's body had been left obscenely sprawled, naked and bloody, at the edge of an expansive garden heavy with ripened fruit and vegetables. The man's body had been pinned to the door and it was clear that he had been tortured. They were both rather young and Iain suspected they had once been a very handsome couple. He could see the remains of the beauty they had had before the ones who killed them had sliced up their faces. Iain had the chilling feeling that part of that torture had been forcing the man to watch as his woman or kinswoman was raped and butchered. Whoever had come here had been the worst of the worst that ran in these hills. They would definitely have to keep a watch out for them.
"Have to wonder what they kenned that the enemy so badly wanted to know," said Matthew as he stepped up next to Iain.
"Aye, I thought the same. I also get the feeling they were nay just brutes who kill because they can. We certainly have enough of that sort in these hills. Nay, ye are right, they wanted something. Ye have to wonder what that something was that would make two people endure this. Sad as it is, it can only be good for us if this was some private fight, some very personal vendetta. Weel, best we get them buried."
"Ye want us to bury them?"
"I will no leave them for the beasts to gnaw on. We have the time and we have the manpower to dig a grave. Get us some shovels." He watched Matthew walk away and then moved to take the man's body down.
As he set the man's body next to the woman's he frowned at the man's hands, something catching his eye, but he was not sure what. Scowling, he used a piece of the man's shirt to wipe the blood off the man's left hand. The gleam of a wide gold ring sparkled in the light of the sun. That told him that the killers had not been driven by the dark need to steal. No thief worth a thought would leave behind such a ring. This was born of some private battle, he thought again. He moved to the woman, straightened her tattered clothing as much as he could and carefully wiped clean her left hand to reveal another gold wedding band. She also wore an ornate gold locket around her neck.
"Got the shovels." Matthew cursed when he saw the locket. "So, it wasnae robbery."
"Nay." Iain stood up and brushed off his clothes.
"Then what reason did anyone have for killing them?"
"I think trying to find the answer to that will take us time we dinnae have."
"But ..." Matthew sputtered as Iain began to dig the needed grave, careful to toss the dirt away from the garden.
"There is naught we can do except do them the courtesy of burying them. It is not much but I think they have suffered more than enough already." Iain kept digging and only glanced briefly toward his brother who began to dig as well. "Where is Robbie?"
"Getting what we have to collect up this harvest. I told him to. Sorry as we are for these folk, it makes no sense to leave good food to rot."
Robbie arrived a few moments later. Iain could see the horror that filled the eyes of the man who was barely out of boyhood. For most of Robbie's life there had been little bloodletting done around him, and what little he had seen still hit him hard.
"See if there are any blankets or the like in the barn, Rob," he said. "We cannae take the time to build coffins but it would be nice if we could shroud the bodies."
Robbie nodded, his auburn hair falling into his eyes. "Why did they not take anything?"
"They wanted these poor people to tell them something, I am thinking, and I also think they didnae get that information so they left. Go on, laddie. See if there is something we can use for a shroud."
As soon as his young brother was gone, Iain returned to the work of digging a grave with Matthew's help. He did not think these two people would object to sharing a grave. At least he prayed not, for he had more than enough ghosts haunting him already. By the time Robbie returned with two blankets, well-worn and smelling faintly of horses, they had dug the grave. Iain felt uneasy about just tossing the bodies in the hole so he jumped down into the grave. It just seemed so disrespectful to throw them in the hole. He had Matthew hand each one down to him. Matthew handed down the man first and then the woman, who Iain tucked up at the man's side.
Pity filled him as he took a last look then bent to open the locket the woman wore, wanting a brief look at what she kept there. He stared at the small portraits inside. The man stood tall, well-dressed and smiling, on one side and the woman was on the other smiling sweetly down at the babe in her arms. They truly were a handsome couple and much too young to see the end of their lives.
"Jesu," he whispered, and scrambled out of the grave still clutching the locket. "She had a bairn, Matthew." He showed his brother the pictures.
They all looked to the cabin and Matthew sighed. "We dinnae ken how old that picture is. The child may well have died long ago."
Closing the locket, Iain shook his head. "True enough but I have to look. I have to." He glanced down at the bodies. "Take the rings, too, Matthew. They are the kind one would pass on to a child." He turned to Robbie. "Did ye hear or see anything when ye were putting out the fire?"
Robbie shook his head. "Nay, but I was just looking for what needed water thrown on it. Keeping a watch on the fire took all my attention."
"We have to look." He stuck the locket in his shirt and started toward the house.
"They would have taken the bairn when they tried to flee," said Matthew as he followed his brother.
"There was no child with them."
"It isnae a big cabin. We can look close before we finish the burying."
Smoke and ash still tainted the air inside the cabin and all three men covered their noses and mouths with their bandanas. It was clear the fire had been meant to drive the couple out of the back and they had run right into the arms of their killers. There was a sort of viciousness to this attack that he had not seen in a long time. Painful memories he resented were being stirred up.
Lost in ugly recollections he did not watch where he was stepping. Suddenly there was nothing beneath his right foot. He stumbled back but as he put his foot down more of the floor gave way. As he fell, he twisted around in time to grab at the edge of the hole that had opened up beneath him. A heartbeat later Robbie and Matthew each grabbed him by the wrists and pulled him up. Cautiously, he looked down.
"A storm cellar?" Robbie asked.
"Nay." Iain noticed the crude steps heading down and heavy burlap bags set against the dirt wall. "Looks as if it was for cold storage or the like. Just a place to store the harvest, I think. Wonder why the people ran outside instead of down here? They might have been able to survive if they had hidden down here."
Cautiously testing each step before putting his full weight on it, Iain went down. He could hear Robbie coming down behind him, Matthew standing watch above. Once on the ground he discovered it was not a large place. A pile of empty bags waited for more of the harvest to come in.
"No child down here," said Robbie as he looked into the full bags leaning against the walls. "Taters and apples though. Shall we take them?"
"Aye. No sense in leaving it all here to rot."
"Thinking we should take the empty bags, too."
"Good thought. They can be used to collect up anything else useful, like the harvest."
"Iain, why are ye staring at them like this? And thinking. I can hear you thinking."
Laughing softly, Iain shook his head. "I dinnae ken. Just, weel, something about them looks wrong."
"They are not in a tidy pile, that is certain." Robbie stepped over to them and started shifting them. "Hey, there is a wee bit of blood on some of them and" — he yanked a couple away from the wall — "some got stuck in this hole in the wall."
Moving to help Robbie pull all the bags aside, Iain cursed when they uncovered the hole. As they cleared away the last of the bags Iain saw more faint signs of blood. Someone had fled the house. If the men who had burned the place had taken but a little time to look around, they would have found the one who had escaped. If it was the child from the locket picture, Iain could not be sure it was still alive. Men who would torture two people as had been done to that young couple would probably not hesitate to kill a child.
"A tunnel. Whatever went down it was leaking a wee bit," he said.
"We best follow then."
Iain knew Robbie was right. There was a child out there, one hurt, scared, and in danger. He could not allow an old fear to rule him when a child's life might matter. Iain struggled to use that good sense to push back the fear curdling his stomach. He knew it was not an easy fear to push back or even to control for a while.
"Ye go in first, Robbie," he said. "I will follow. And if I falter, ye just come and drag me along. I cannae let my distaste for such places stop me from trying to help a child."
"Then, aye, I will go first," Robbie said even as he started to crawl inside the tunnel. "Need a light."
Iain quickly searched the room and found an old lantern with a thick candle inside. He handed it to Robbie after he lit it and the light it cast eased the growing knot in his stomach. After taking a deep breath he followed Robbie as his younger brother crawled forward. Drops of blood led the way. The acrid smell of smoke still thickened the air they breathed. Iain fought the memories that invoked. If he let them come, fell back into the terrifying horror of crawling through a similar tight spot to save his brother, he knew he would panic. He could not allow that and he forced himself to think only of the child they might save.
Sweat pooled in the small of his back and dripped down his face. He could feel panic gnawing at his insides. He had nightmares about being stuck in small places while fire licked at his heels. It was hard to push such images away each time he found himself in a confined space. He had nearly died the last time he had been in one, had been burned badly and still carried some scars. Iain just kept reminding himself that he had survived and he had saved the life of his brother Geordie.
When they reached the small ladder that led out, Iain clenched his fists to fight his urge to run over Robbie and climb out as fast as possible. Robbie hefted the door at the top open and Iain took in a deep, soothing breath of the fresh air pouring in. When Robbie climbed out then turned to offer a hand, Iain gritted his teeth to fight the urge to race out of the tunnel like a rat escaping a flooded warren. From the way Robbie winced though, he knew he had gripped his brother's hand harder than needed. He climbed out then stood staring at the ground as he fought to calm the turmoil inside of him.
"Are ye well, Iain?"
"Aye." He took one deep breath and let it out slowly. "Aye. I kept my thoughts on saving the child. That is far more important than some fear I cannae shake."
"And that worked for you. It always has. I was worried when I smelled the smoke. Too much like what set the fear in you. We all know the story."
Iain sighed. "'Tis a fear I best conquer. It was years ago. There is no sense in clinging to it. Now, we need to look for the blood trail."
"It looked to be a slow bleed," Robbie said as he began to search the ground.
"Even a slow, steady loss of blood can prove fatal." Iain looked around to see that they were just inside the stand of trees. "Ye cannae help but wonder why the mon and the woman didnae use the tunnel to flee."
"I did wonder. I think the why of all that happened here concerns the child. Here is some blood. Looks like whatever is losing it headed deeper into the trees."
Iain followed the trail Robbie pointed out. He was not sure a child could survive such a steady loss of blood. Slow and steady though it was, it was adding up to a lot. And why had the parents not at least bandaged the wound before sending the child off? He tried to picture the attack and slowly came to the conclusion that the parents had given their lives to protect the child. They had held off the attackers as best they could, for as long as they could, and sent their child off to safety. Had they believed the men were after the child?
"There is something odd about all this," he said as he and his brother stopped to search yet again for the trail to follow.
"What is odd?" Robbie gave a soft cry of triumph as he found another drop of blood. "Found it."
"Changed direction." Iain frowned as he studied the stain and looked into the thickening wood. "Maybe the child was given a particular direction to go in. And it is odd because the child was sent off. Then there is how its parents were tortured. The men had to be after something verra specific and it had something to do with the child. Yet why would anyone be after the child of a couple farming in the hills?"
"Cannae think of any reason. More apt to be after the woman but they just used her and killed her. This way now." He turned a little to the right. "It is strange that the men did not go hunting if they were still after the child. It doesnae appear as if they searched for it at all."
"That would have made sense but the parents may have convinced them that the child was not there or even that it was dead." Robbie paused and stared at the ground. "Weel, we may lose the trail now." When Iain joined him, Robbie crouched down and pointed out the crushed grass and small puddle of blood. "I think the child realized he was leaving a trail and bound up the wound." He stood up and wandered around looking for some hint of what direction the child took next. "So we may be hunting an older child."
Iain stayed crouched down by the spot. It was easy enough to see where someone had sat down. Looking close, he could even see the tiny thread revealing something had been torn to make a bandage. What bothered him were the two footprints he could see. They were small but not, he thought, small enough to be a child's. Neither was the spot where someone had clearly sat for a while. Then he saw the faint print of a child's foot.
"Found another bit of blood, Iain," said Robbie when he returned. "Reckon the bandage wasnae tied on correctly."
Excerpted from "The Scotsman Who Saved Me"
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Another awesome book by the author!! Iain and his brothers come upon a burnt cabin and the couple murdered. They realize there is a child missing but when they find him he is with his injured aunt. Emily has been hiding from her murderous cousin Albert since he killed her parents and wanted all the property, money and title for himself. Neddy and Emily stay with the brothers as she recovers. Emily tells Iain why her sister and husband were killed and know they are the targets. The brothers promise to help aid them. When Albert almost kills Iain they know he must be stopped. As Iain is recovering Albert slips into the compound and threatens Em and Neddy. Iain to the rescue!! A wonderful book with a great ending!!
Wonderful , Hannah always does a great job on her Scotsman I will be ordering the one, you will love the romance and adventure.
Couldnt connexct too much with Emily. She should have given absolutely all info and characterizations about and of Alfred to Iain and his brothers before they went to confront him.
Oh she did it again i cank wait tell the next one i loved emily and ian
The story peaks your interest wanting more.
Loved this story! Adventure, intrigue, love and family. It doesn't get much better. Thank you
Great start to a new series. I have enjoyed all her books and look forward to many more.
I really enjoyed Emily and Iain's story. I was surprised to see a book by Howell set in the America, but it was well done. I don't think I have read my historical romances about Scots that have come to America and this was a nice change of pace. I really liked Emily and the fact that she would do anything to save her family. Even though Emily and Iain were of different classes, underneath it all, there wasn't really much different between the two and that is what Iain really needed to learn. I really liked the whole family dynamic and am excited to read the stories of Iain's brothers in the rest of the series!
Can't wait to read about the other six brothers. Looking forward to reading about the development of the brothers stories and the town that they live in.
Author Hannah Howell is one of my all-time favorite authors having read all her books she continues to amaze me with her rich detailed stories and this book is no exception. Starting out with a dramatic opening chapter the story continues with Emily and her nephews fast paced hard hitting fight for survival while Iain and his brothers fight to keep her alive from hired guns. I wondered how the author would pull off the Old West, Scotsmen and an English woman to my satisfaction but she did a superb job. There were enough strong elements of Ian and his brothers Scottish side prevalent in their characters that combined with their Old West survival skills it was believable. Emily was extremely well done. She had just enough English reserve as well as proper carriage and tone to satisfy the avid historical romance reader. But I really loved her ability to jump in and work hard doing things she wasn't trained in because of her titled life. This helped her feel like Neddy and her weren't an additional financial burden on the brothers and others people living with them. Neddy, the nephew, was adorable beyond belief. His fears, love for Em, his desire to protect his special box and his cute comments just made me want to grab him and hug him. Everything about him was age appropriate and perfectly done. The ending was very dramatic and deeply satisfying. There are six more brothers that need to find their women and I am looking forward to reading everyone of these books. I give this 5 STARS for the spectacular opening to a new series.
Hard to put down
Really enjoyed it
I really want to enjoy this story. Her choice of placing an English Lady and a Scotsman in the wilderness of colonial America is interesting. However, her use of language is juvenile and clunky (ex: always using it is over it's), and her insistence on using certain words repeatedly despite them not being the correct choice (ex: gentry, despite the character being in fact, nobility) is frustrating at best.
Not bad, would have liked more in the way of the brothers prospects for wives.
Another clan of brothers to look forward to. Can't wait for the next one.
Good plot, suspense, good but not great. Not sure I'd read it again, was just ok.
Agree with other reviewer same conversations repeated.
Only half way through the book so far and an entire conversation is being repeated word for word as if it didn't happen previously. Unless it's just my copy because i've had paperbacks with weird typos before.
Another great book by Hannah Howell
What a wonderful mixture of suspense, adventure, class warfare and romance rolled into a clever story of intrigue mixed with humor and human interest. Loved this book and never wanted the tale to end! When is the next story?
It was OK but not her best.
Not her best but good enough if you enjoy this author.
Hannah Howell has written another winner. She shows how Emily and Iain overcome class division .