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HIGHLANDERS OF KIRKLINTON
Book#1
A Highlander Forged in Fire
Book#2
A Highlander Born from Chaos
Book#3
A Highlander Marked by Fate
Book#4 (this book)
A Highlander Bound by Oath
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If you’re a true fan of the Scottish romance genre, here are the first chapters of my previous best-selling novel:The Highlander's Vixen
Blair MacDougall, Ada MacPherson's guard, is hopelessly drawn to her, but his darkness can never stain her pure heart. And just as he's about to leave his post as her protector, hoping to save her, destiny intervenes, binding them together yet again. But Ada's betrothal to another and the darkness that threatens to destroy them becomes overwhelming, for time is rapidly slipping away, and soon he'll have to choose between love or death.
THE HIGHLANDER'S VIXEN
PROLOGUE
Scotland, 1633
“Ye will nae win tonight, lad,” James MacDougall said to his son Blair and ruffled his already messy hair.
Every evening, in the dim light of two little candles and burning ashes in the fireplace, they played cards on a weathered wooden table in the center of their modest cabin. At the table, there were just two chairs, and other than a couple of beds in the other corner and a few kitchen utensils close to the hearth, there was notmuch else. It was all they had in the world.
“Ye dae ken that I am now old enough tae win at cards, Da? I am nae longer a child.” Blair grinned, playing his next move and winning the trick to his father's surprise.
“Aye, I suppose so, fourteen winters now and all. Ye’ll be a man soon.” James straightened up, looking down at the cards lying in a pile in the center.
He spread a weather-beaten hand next to them on the table, and the motion drew Blair’s eye. His father's hand had seen much workback in the day, including casting iron, melting metal, and completing a steady stream of orders. But, the small village's blacksmith shop was now in decline.
“Am I nae a man now?” Blair asked, waiting for his father to play a card.
James looked up at him after he laid down a three of spades and tilted his head to the side. Blair was nearly his father’s exact image, only younger, and many in the village mentioned it whenever they saw them together. He had nothing of his young, beautiful mother in him who’d had red hair and green eyes. He missed her more than anything else in the world.
