Terri Brisbin - The Highlander's Runaway Bride

What kind of woman would run away when given the news of her impending marriage? Especially a marriage that would hold benefits for both families involved?

She shifted on the furs and mumbled some words in her sleep. Though he could blame some of her restlessness in sleep on her illness and fever, she never seemed to be at peace when she slept. She called out names, mostly just one, throughout the time when sleep claimed her.

Something was wrong here. Very wrong.

If she did not know him, or the Mackintoshes, then they could not be the reason for her refusal to accept the marriage. Yet she had done the unthinkable and left the safety and protection of her father’s keep to avoid it. Was it just maidenly fear or something more?

Though clearly fear was not something that seemed to rule her life if she was brave enough to do what she’d done …

I knew halfway through writing Stolen by the Highlander that Rob Mackintosh would have his story told next. He was quite vocal, and rather loud, and … ahem … insistent about it, really. So it did not surprise me when I wrote the epilogue and he told me how to set up his book!

Rob has become used to people wanting to use his influence with his friend and chieftain Brodie since their clan triumphed over treachery. So the fact that someone doesn’t want him is a shock to him.

Eva has her own problems, which have come from youthful follies and falling in love with the wrong man. She is certain that Rob is not the right man and now is not the right time. So she runs away for many reasons.

Two proud people who fall in love in spite of themselves. Sigh … I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Next? Well, since the feuding between the clans Mackintosh and Cameron lasted more than three hundred years, I’ve got lots of ideas and stories planned.

Happy reading!

PS I’ve wanted to use the name Eva for a heroine ever since seeing the film WALL-E. There is a Gaelic form, but it would have had you all tripping over it every time you saw it on the page. So I compromised and used Eva—but, FYI, the original form is ‘Aoife’ pronounced ‘Ee-fa’ or ‘Ee-va’ … So it worked for me!

The Highlander’s

Runaway Bride

Terri Brisbin

www.millsandboon.co.uk

TERRI BRISBINis wife to one, mother of three, and dental hygienist to hundreds when not living the life of a glamorous romance author. She was born, raised, and is still living in the southern New Jersey suburbs. Terri’s love of history led her to write time-travel romances and historical romances set in Scotland and England.

This story is dedicated to friends and writing brainstormers extraordinaire Jen Wagner Schmidt and Lyn Wagner.

I began this story knowing only that the bride would be kidnapped on her wedding day and little else. With their pointed and relentless questions I ended up with an entire story plotted out. And I will always be grateful for their help!

Contents

Cover

Introduction

Author Note

Title Page

About the Author

Dedication

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Epilogue

Extract

Copyright

Prologue

Scourie, northwest Scotland

Eva MacKay was utterly in love.

The exhaustion and pain and fear of the last days faded as she stroked her finger down the soft cheek of the baby lying on her chest. The perfect rosebud mouth pursed and the tip of a tiny pink tongue could be seen. And when the wee bairn’s eyes opened and seemed to meet her own gaze, Eva was lost.

She leaned down and kissed the babe’s forehead, whispering soft words against the damp skin. Through the hours of labouring to give birth, Eva could only think of the man who should be at her side. He would never see his daughter. Never see their daughter. Tears filled her eyes and spilled over as she whispered his name to their child. The babe squirmed a bit and closed her eyes then, drifting to sleep. Eva then whispered the name they’d chosen if a daughter was born to them.

Mairead.

Eva moved her closer, tucking the blanket tighter around the little body and holding her close. The only way out of this would be to throw herself on her father’s questionable mercy and beg to be allowed to keep the bairn. Yet, from her mother’s cold response so far, she knew she would have no allies for her argument.

Her body needed rest now before she could make her plans. She ached deep inside, both from the birth’s trauma and her broken heart. The babe sighed and Eva closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of the little one’s warmth. Drifting off to sleep, Eva woke when someone lifted the bairn away.

‘What are you doing?’ she asked the unfamiliar woman.

The woman said nothing. She simply wrapped the blanket around Eva’s babe and began to leave.

‘Who are you and where are you taking her?’ she asked louder.

Struggling against the pain and the bleeding, Eva pushed the bed linens back and tried to get out of bed. No one would take her bairn. Not now. Not ever.

‘Here now, my lady,’ Suisan, the woman sent along by Eva’s father, said as she entered the chamber. ‘I need to see to you, and the bairn will be well cared for while I do it.’

Suisan was efficient in her actions and within a short time, Eva found herself bathed and wearing a clean shift. The bed linens had been changed and all evidence that she’d given birth was removed from the chamber. Sipping a hot concoction that Suisan gave her, Eva felt the pain and anxiousness ease.

‘You can bring her back now, Suisan,’ Eva said, handing the cup back to the woman. ‘I should try to feed her.’

‘All of that is being seen to, my lady. Nothing for you to worry over now,’ Suisan whispered as she moved around the bed, smoothing and tucking the bedcovers in tighter.

‘Seen to?’ Eva asked, trying to push herself up to sit and finding that her body would not obey her commands. ‘I said to bring her to me, Suisan.’ The chamber grew dim and the room seemed to melt away.

‘She is no longer your concern, my lady. You must rest and regain your strength now,’ the woman urged.

‘She is mine,’ Eva argued, but her words came out slurred and confused.

Eva knew she’d been given something to make her sleep, but that was not the alarming part. This woman’s words struck fear deep into Eva’s heart. But her attempts to sit up and to go to find her babe were for naught, as her body surrendered to whatever herb was in that cup.

‘No longer, my lady.’ Suisan drew the sheet and blanket higher and tucked it around Eva’s shoulders. ‘She is gone now. Nothing to worry over now.’

All thoughts fled as she sank into oblivion.

* * *

Days passed as she rose and sank into its depths. Days and nights melded into one blur until the day, three weeks later she thought, when her father arrived to take her home.

It took another week to reach their home in Tongue, far to the north and to the east of Durness, but Eva knew nothing but desolation and misery. Her father, Ramsey MacKay, chieftain of the Clan MacKay, never mentioned the child. He treated Eva as though nothing had happened, and Eva understood that this was his way of erasing the ‘unfortunate incident’ from existence.