Highland Honor is Book 3
of the Wild Thistle Trilogy and is a Scottish Historical. Lady Honor
MacAllister can heal everything but a broken heart.
Blurb:
Lady Honor does not
believe in marriage. Her father’s death broke her mother’s spirit and took her
from her daughters emotionally well before her own death. When Honor is
attacked in the forest, she keeps the event to herself, lest her lairds search
for the man and strike him down. As a healer, she’ll do anything it takes not
to cause harm. Rumors of attacks in the Highlands forces the lairds to increase
guards and security measures. When Bryce Calder is assigned to protect Lady
Honor, she fights the burgeoning attraction for the man, knowing she’ll never
risk her heart to love.
Warrior Bryce Calder trusts no woman. Women only strive to better themselves through cunning, as his father warned throughout his childhood. When he is asked to escort Lady Honor while she gathers healing herbs, he is vexed. Training the men and protecting the clan are his duties, not following the sharped-tongued lass about the wood. With each passing day, Bryce becomes enchanted by Lady Honor, despite his father’s words, but his unworthiness halts any proclamation of his desire.
An unlikely partnership develops during the frequent trips to the forest and work in the apothecary. The walls each has erected to protect their hearts and their future crumbles. Until a stranger arrives at the keep. Lady Honor’s secret is threatened to be revealed putting in jeopardy the growing romance between the ardent healer and the reluctant warrior-suitor.
Warrior Bryce Calder trusts no woman. Women only strive to better themselves through cunning, as his father warned throughout his childhood. When he is asked to escort Lady Honor while she gathers healing herbs, he is vexed. Training the men and protecting the clan are his duties, not following the sharped-tongued lass about the wood. With each passing day, Bryce becomes enchanted by Lady Honor, despite his father’s words, but his unworthiness halts any proclamation of his desire.
An unlikely partnership develops during the frequent trips to the forest and work in the apothecary. The walls each has erected to protect their hearts and their future crumbles. Until a stranger arrives at the keep. Lady Honor’s secret is threatened to be revealed putting in jeopardy the growing romance between the ardent healer and the reluctant warrior-suitor.
Excerpt from Highland
Honor
“I
didnae mean to make you frightful,” he said as he kept a keen eye out for any
trouble. Someone trailed them. Had, since they left the keep. He hadn’t worried,
as the best protector for Lady Honor, save Aidan. And he’d cut anyone down who
threatened one of their own.
“I’m
not afraid,” she blustered without believable conviction.
He
resisted the urge to chuckle at her declaration. She still trembled as they
slowly headed back toward the keep. “Are you certain you have what you need?”
The attacks and the fact they were followed would thwart trips in the future.
He’d have to meet with the lairds and to determine a plan to protect the keep.
She
stilled and he looked at her. The early morning light glinted in her hair,
skimming over her braid as if it were spun with strands of fire and earth. The
lady always wore her hair plaited and for one moment, he wished to release it
and run his fingers through the tresses. Och, what a fool. The woman, much like
the others, just wanting to lead men around and do their bidding. Just as he
did her bidding.
Women
instilled a weakness in men. A weakness his father had warned him about.
Then
her nose wrinkled and he fell into the smattering of freckles. He smiled, then
frowned. She was not fetching. She was the laird’s sister and a lady. Not for
the likes of him.
“I
need ginger.”
“Ginger,”
he repeated like an arse as he stared into her green eyes. Eyes flecked with
specks of gold. Eyes which pulled him in with their beauty and grabbed him by
the cods.
Her
brow quirked upward and a quizzical gleam sparkled. “Aye, ginger to soothe
Gilla’s stomach. Oh, and mint.”
“Where?”
They’d have to hurry and then make haste to the keep. He’d have to inform Aidan
of his suspicions so they could increase the guards and send out men to search
for the bastard following him and Lady Honor.
“It
grows in many places.” She rubbed her brow. “Mayhap we can find some near that
willow.” The lady pointed to the west, the opposite direction of the keep.
“Aye.
Stay close.” Worry flitted over her face and he regretted speaking so harshly.
She
brushed against him, then her cheeks flushed pink. Beneath the sunlight, with
the grasses of the glen waving around her, cradling her lush curves, Lady Honor
beauty amazed him.
He
swore as his blood surged through him like a firestorm. He was a warrior, one
who’d need a woman to further his name and warm his bed. Lady Honor was . . .
was more than that. And in many ways, just the same as the lasses who sought to
control him with their feminine ways.
A
bird screeched.
She
gazed at him, her eyes wide with worry. Her freckles stood out against her pale
skin. He wanted to reach out and cup her cheek. Feel the soft skin, the warmth
of her. He fisted his hands so not to follow his urge, an urge which would
incense his lairds and certainly Lady Honor.
“This
way, Bryce,” Lady Honor said as she moved in front of him. She kept glancing
over her shoulder as if she wanted to ensure he continued to guard her.
“I’ll
not leave you.”
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