The Highlander’s Bride Trouble is
book four in my Sutherlands series.This is the
surprise book. The one that wasn’t contracted or outlined two years ago when I
first started off pitching ‘The Highlander’s Prize.’
Okay, to be honest, ‘The
Highlander’s Prize’ wasn’t even the book I was supposed to be writing. I had
started another book, that is collecting dust on my hard drive at the moment,
when ‘The Highlander’s Prize’ came to mind. It was vivid. Frustratingly so,
because I’d sold my wonderful editor Deb another book. The amazing marketing
team at Sourcebooks was working on that book when I called up and said…’What
about this instead?”
Deb put her faith in me. The book
that came out of that was the first in this saga. Maybe it’s perfect timing to
have this final piece releasing in August. That last month of summer. I know
I’m looking at that calendar and thinking…Where did the season go? Is it really
time to start thinking of back to school and holidays?
But I’ve got nothing to complain
about when I think of the times I write about. Harvest time was a busy time. It
was also a critical part of survival. A poor harvest meant suffering and
possibly death during the longs months of winter. The people of these time
struggled to preserve everything they could so that they would make it to the
spring. Anyone who planted a garden this year knows, right about now, you’ve
got more tomatoes and zucchini than you have any idea what to do with. Lol. I
recall helping my grandmother jar and can during the early fall months. I still
love homemade apple butter.
Whatever your plans for the end of
summer are, I hope you enjoy this last book in the Sutherlands. I wanted to
write this one half way through How to Handle a Highlander because Nareen and
Saer collided with such a shower of sparks.
So, what is my next book release after
‘the Highlanders Bride Trouble?’ Hop over to my website at MaryWine.com to find out!
He reached out and stroked her
cheek. “’Tis a sad thing to see how hard yer feelings are. But there is naught
more to fear, she’ll nae have the opportunity to inflict such ills again.”
Nareen jerked away from the
contact. She even took a swipe at his hand, but he moved faster, withdrawing in
time to avoid being struck. Someone chuckled from where his men clustered near
the fires, but Saer was watching her from narrowed eyes.
“I am nae afraid of anything,” she
“Is that so?” Saer inquired in a
Nareen nodded. Satisfaction began
to fill her, but it was cut short as he reached out and stroked her face again.
She jumped, completely unable to control her reaction.
“Ye are making sport of me in front
of yer men, like a savage.”
His eyes glittered, but it wasn’t
with the outrage Nareen had intended to provoke. Instead, there was an
unmistakable pleased looked in those dark orbs.
“I am a savage, Nareen.” He stepped
forward, placing himself within touching range again. “I do nae let words stand
alone. If ye truly have no interest in me, there is no reason to avoid me
touch. Stand steady and prove ye are nae moved. I have no taste for a frigid
She laughed at him but stepped back
again. “Then it seems we have a common ground, for I crave no man’s touch.”
His lips thinned. “Now that is
something ye shall have to prove as well.”
“I will nae. Me word should be
enough on the matter, if ye truly are me brother’s friend.” She didn’t care to
hide behind her brother’s name, but the circumstances offered her few
“As ye noted, I am a savage, and I
always demand proof before I believe.”
This time, she was ready when he
reached for her cheek. She stepped aside, avoiding him. She was just beginning
to smile with her victory when he closed his hand around her wrist. He really
was huge. His fingers closed easily around her smaller wrist, clasping it in an
iron grip. She braced herself for pain, but there was none, only a secure hold
that defied her attempt to break it.
“Release me.” Her voice had risen,
and she shut her mouth before revealing any more of her unsettled state.
“Prove ye are unmoved, lass, and I
shall be content to accept yer dismissal.” His tone had deepened, becoming
“I am irritated.” And remaining
still was proving too difficult. She twisted her hand, trying to break his hold
“Aye, ye are that.” He lifted her
hand to his face and pressed a kiss on the delicate skin of her inner wrist.
She shuddered, the touch intensely intimate. She’d never realized her skin
might be so sensitive. The simple touch of his lips unleashed a bolt of
sensation that shook her all the way down to her toes. His eyes filled with
“But ye are also affected.”
He released her, and she stumbled
back a pace because she’d been resisting his hold so greatly. Laughter erupted
from his men. Saer stiffened, and he crossed his arms over his chest.
“What?” she said. “Are ye trying to
impress me by controlling yerself now that ye see yer men are enjoying the
sport ye are making of me?”
“Aye, I am,” he answered darkly. “I
am nae the one who chose this setting for our meeting, Nareen. Ye should nae
have refused to see me again at court. That left me no choice but to chase ye.”