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When the Laird Returns: Book Two of The Highland Lords

When the Laird Returns: Book Two of The Highland Lords

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by Karen Ranney

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In book two of the Highland Lords series a stranger to his ancestral Scottish lands, the dashing nobleman comes to the Highlands to reclaim his birthright , only to find something more wondrous and unexpected awaiting him: his bride!


In book two of the Highland Lords series a stranger to his ancestral Scottish lands, the dashing nobleman comes to the Highlands to reclaim his birthright , only to find something more wondrous and unexpected awaiting him: his bride!

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Highland Lords Series , #2
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4.18(w) x 6.75(h) x 0.96(d)

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When the Laird Returns
Book Two of The Highland Lords

Chapter One

July, 1775


There were no hints of what was to come on that perfect summer morning, no sign that in a few hours her life would be forever changed. But then, Iseabal was later to realize, momentous events are often heralded not by a thunderclap but by a sigh.

She bent over the neck of her horse, flying over the ground so fast that the grass was a green blur. A brilliant blue sky, cloudless and clear, was a backdrop for the craggy hills in the distance. To her left was Loch Euliss shining gold in the morning sun, and ahead was her destination, the ruins of Gilmuir. The ancestral home of the MacRae clan sat perched on a cliff-faced promontory overlooking Loch Euliss and connected by a strip of land to the glen.

The wind, brushing against her cheeks almost abrasively, made her feel free and brave. But the feeling was short-lived and edged with caution. Each time she′d engaged in secret rebellion, the act had been accompanied by a sour taste in her mouth. Even now as she slowed, her fingers began to tremble on the reins.

Her father and his entourage had left for Inverness not an hour earlier, but Iseabal knew better than to believe herself completely safe. Hesitating at the land bridge, she turned in the saddle, watching as the sheep behind her were being moved. The shepherd was not, blessedly, looking in her direction.

Dismounting, she tied the reins of her horse to a piece of iron bar, all that remained of the front door. Stepping between two leaning columns, Iseabal entered Gilmuir. Although the slate floor was covered in brick dust, the hallway connecting the main part of the castle to the priory was surprisingly intact. The curved roof still held and sunlight spilled through the trellis-like pattern of bricks on one side. Walking through the corridor, Iseabal stretched out her hand, touching the sun-warmed bricks in greeting or petition.

After all, she was a Drummond and a trespasser.

"It′s the spawning site of our enemies," her father had once said about Gilmuir. "Just as well there are no more MacRaes about," he′d added grimly. "I′d have to kill them all."

Yet she could not find it in her heart to feel anger toward people she′d never known.

Reaching an opening in the corridor, Iseabal turned to her left, facing the ruins of the clan hall.

Summer had come to the Highlands, sending the warm wind soughing around corners and darting in playful gusts around the rubble. Gilmuir seemed saddest in this season, as if knowing that the world blossomed around it and life would never come again to this once grand place.

There was no sign of grandeur now. All of Gilmuir′s walls had fallen but for one short section, and it leaned at an angle toward the cavernous space below the ruin, a framework of piers and vaults that had once supported the floorboards.

Her imagination, however, sketched in details long gone. Across the ceiling and against the walls, the banners of the MacRaes would have been hung. Below her feet, polished boards would have gleamed from a treatment of heated oil. At night, lamplight and the glow from candles would illuminate the painted walls and embrasures.

The wind swirled around her, brushing a tendril of hair onto her cheek as if admonishing her for this moment of pretense. Smiling, she thought that the breeze, too, would have been different back then, filled not with the scent of dust but with the smells of fresh herbs and flowers.

Her fascination with the old castle had begun as a child, watching as her father directed the removal of stone and bricks from both Gilmuir and the adjoining Fort William. From that moment on, the fortress and the promontory on which it stood had been a lure. Perhaps in some way, her fascination with Gilmuir had also been responsible for her love of working with stone.

Sometimes she lost herself in carving, the rigidity and rough texture of the stone representing the life she lived. The broad strokes of her chisel against rock embodied her secret wish to escape from such an existence.

Leaving the protection of the corridor, she walked out into the open air. Something caught the light as she skirted the edges of the chamber. Kneeling beside the open foundation, Iseabal stared down into the forest of pillars jutting up from the earthen floor. There, not far from the base of one, was a stone block, not white or beige limestone, but something as dark and shiny as the eye of a conjurer.

Measuring the distance from the surface to the bottom of the foundation, she realized that it was too steep to descend. Resigned to being unable to retrieve the stone, she rose to her feet. Without warning, the earth crumbled in large chunks beneath her. To her horror, Iseabal was sent hurtling into the open pit.

She fell hard, the force of the impact stealing her breath. Stunned, Iseabal lay as she′d fallen, struggling to breathe. The earth, soft and powdery beneath her cheek, smelled sour, layered as it was with rotting wood. Darkness draped around the base of the pillars like silken curtains. Other than her harsh breathing, there was not a whisper of sound.

Each indrawn breath brought a piercing pain, each exhale an answering discomfort. Pressing her left hand against her ribs, Iseabal laboriously struggled to her knees, leaning her shoulder against one pillar. Carefully, she pushed herself up until she was standing.

How was she to find her way out of here?

Glancing up at the spot where she′d been standing, Iseabal began to realize how far she′d fallen. Puffs of dust filled the air as she wound her way through the pillars looking for a way out of the foundation.

What she needed was a stepping-stone. Walking back...

When the Laird Returns
Book Two of The Highland Lords
. Copyright © by Karen Ranney. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

Meet the Author

Karen Ranney wanted to be a writer from the time she was five years old and filled her Big Chief tablet with stories. People in stories did amazing things and she was too shy to do anything amazing. Years spent in Japan, Paris, and Italy, however, not only fueled her imagination but proved she wasn't that shy after all.

Now a New York Times and USA Today bestseller, she prefers to keep her adventures between the covers of her books. Karen lives in San Antonio, Texas.

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When the Laird Returns: Book Two of The Highland Lords 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 14 reviews.
Dottie60 More than 1 year ago
Another great episode in the clan MacRae. This is a great read.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Alisdair MacRae returns to the ruins of his families castle to find a woman,Iseabal Drummond in need of rescue from a fall. He finds that her father has taken over his families land and is willing only to sell it to Alisadair if he will marry Iseabal. Alisadair does not want a wife, but agrees to the bargain with the idea to obtain an annullment in England. While he is in England he becomes the Earl of Sherbourne and finds that his 'Scottish' marriage is not legal in England. He finds that he has truly grown fond of Iseabal and asks her to marry him again. She accepts and the relationship blossoms into a wonderful love as well as friendship. This is a great book. I read it in 2 days. I highly recommend it.
Guest More than 1 year ago
In 1775, Nova Scotia ship builder and sea captain Alisdair MacRae learns that Magnus Drummond absconded with his ancestral lands in Scotland when no MacRae claimed the property. Though he had no plans to even see the estate, Alisdair decides to reclaim what is his heritage. To regain the MacRae estate, Alisdair must buy it back from Magnus, but the stipulation includes marrying the laird¿s daughter Iseabal.

Alisdair does not want a wife, but accepts the terms. Iseabal sees Alisdair as her hero enabling her to escape from her abusive father. She knows he plans to dump her in London by annulling their vows, but instead of folding she campaigns to earn his love and more important his trust. As Alisdair and Iseabal fall in love, her father pulls one more dastardly deed that leaves the couple wondering can they entrust their soul with the person whom has their heart?

Fans of Scottish historical romances will enjoy the passion of the lead characters set in a richly textured eighteenth century Scotland. Iseabal is a wonderful protagonist while Alisdair is a reluctant hero in every sense of the word though he cares intensely about Iseabal¿s plight. The story line is typical of the sub-genre except that the historical depth enables the key duo to turn the pages into a compassionate reading experience. As with the first book of the Highland Lords ONE MAN'S LOVE, WHEN THE LAIRD RETURNS showcases Karen Ranney¿s ability to hook her fans into deeply feeling responsibility for what happens to her characters.

Harriet Klausner

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I enjoyed this book very much
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Enjoyed the story
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Karen Ranney is one of the few writers of this time who can keep you guessing as well as hold your attention throughout the whole story.
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