on May 24th 2017
Would you sacrifice everything for the person you love, knowing you can never be together?
A desperate Scottish lady
Lydia Farnsworth—the sole surviving heir to the Laird of Tornbury Fortress—has lost nearly everyone she loves. Now her father lies on his deathbed. And as if this isn't dire enough, he's invited men from the surrounding area to a warrior’s contest—the winner to claim Lydia as his bride.
A Scotsman dueling with his past
Alasdair McTavish, son of Craiglocky Keep's war chief, is a seasoned warrior in his own right. So when he's sent to Tornbury to train the Farnsworth soldiers, he's more than equal to the task.
A danger unseen
When a dangerous adversary makes a move against Lydia, a dastardly scheme comes to light, and Alasdair realizes only he can protect Lydia.
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The shortest MacHardy, the one with the scar running from ear to chin, licked his bulbous lips. “Me name’s Angus Stewart, and ye can practice on my blade anytime, lass.” He thrust his lips forward. “I dinna care how ye hold it.”
A growl bubbled up Alasdair’s throat, but the bevy of objections mixed with a few snickers smothered the sound.
Lydia’s eye narrowed to slits, only the irises visible, as she swung to face the crude churl. She eyed him up and down, despairingly. “Is that so, Stewart?”
She smiled sweetly, wiping the back of her hand across her forehead. Then in a move so adept, Alasdair wouldn’t have thought her capable of it if he hadn’t witnessed it with his own eyes, she levered her arm, bringing the blade within a hair’s breadth of the man’s nether regions.
His trews gaped open where she’d neatly slit the fabric.
At the near swipe, Alasdair’s groin contracted in male sympathy, and startled oaths and gasps escaped the others. More than one man defensively covered his make bits with both hands, his eyes rounded in horror.
Snarling an oath, Stewart jumped back while his comrades pointed and burst into laughter, shoving and elbowing each other in glee.
Someone muttered, “Guid help us, with knife wieldin’ wenches. We’ll all be gelded by week’s end.”
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