THE DAUGHTERS OF ALASTAIR MACDOUGALL
Set in late thirteenth century Scotland, this series tells the stories of Laird Alastair MacDougall’s four independent and oftentimes, headstrong daughters coming of age in a country fraught with war and feuds amongst rival clans. Follow his daughters as their lives become intertwined with four fierce, rebel highland warriors bent on eradicating the English soldiers from their homeland.
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Determined to band Scots together against English tyranny, Laird Robert Graham seals a truce with his feuding neighbor, the MacDougalls. But after his brother is nearly killed in a treacherous attack, Graham kidnaps the laird’s daughter in an act of revenge.
Cameron MacDougall has devoted her life to the healing arts. She’s long rebelled against her father’s feuding ways, but when Robert Graham abducts her, she’s finds herself at the center of the dispute between their families.
She expects the anger she feels, not the simmering attraction to the powerful warrior, or the love she develops for his clan.
Can she stop further violence between the clans with her escape? Or will she find her surrender leads to a lasting peace and her own heart’s desire?
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“I was living along with the story from the first word until the last.” V. Smith
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“A fast paced novel, full of passion, hope, and romance.” S. Chaney
“A well written story that puts you back into this period of history; with the added spice of a love story.” S. Pilgrim
“This was one of the best books I have read in a while. The chemistry of the H and h was sizzling. The stolen moments were so romantic and passionate that I found myself absorbed in the moment, waiting and wanting more.” Cris
“I’m so glad to discover this terrific new historical author and her first book. Ms. McFarland creates great chemistry between the hero and heroine and lots of race-through-the-pages action.” Lovestoread
“Lane ‘owned me’ from the first paragraph- I have smiled with the characters…laughed with them and been “outraged” with others. I have fought battles… cheered for “gorgeous” Robert… and whipped the ‘bad guys’. Lane allowed me to join in the excitement of her first book- rich in history, beautiful scenery, romance and delightful characters.” GiGi
How About an Excerpt?
While gathering herbs, Cameron manages to become stuck in a tree. That’s when she met Robert…
Several men on horseback rode in her direction.
The man in front sported the Graham’s crest on his saddle. She inhaled sharply. Oh, Lord. Did they return for more trouble? What would they do if they spotted her? Vulnerable and unprotected, her pulse hammered, her body trembling. Perhaps, if she remained quiet, they would pass without noticing her perched high in the tree.
As if he heard her thoughts, the leader of the group turned his head and met her eyes. He held up a hand, and the men stopped. His brows drew together. He nudged his mount toward her and cocked his head to the side, puzzlement reflected in his brown eyes.
Her heart thumped wildly at his brazen inspection. His gaze raked her from head to toe, before coming to rest on her breasts. Her back straightened. How dare he examine her with such boldness.
Dark, shaggy hair hung to his broad shoulders with a single braid on either side of his face. Black stubble lined his cheeks and strong chin. The opening of his tan tunic revealed dark, curling chest hair, and the grey trews hugging his thighs disappeared inside his worn boots. A black and blue plaid draped his shoulder and rested under his leather belt. He crossed his hands on the saddle and raised his brow, as if he expected an explanation.
Cameron swallowed hard. Could this be Robert Graham? Why was he here? Given his outrageous stunt with Da’s bull, what more could he want? The Grahams had severely wounded Fergus over that beast. Her ire rose, and she looked down her nose at the men. She would do her best to regain her composure; however, it wasn’t easy to remain dignified while stuck in a tree.
His gaze dropped to the fallen ladder. A grin spread across his handsome face. To her horror, he threw a leg over his saddle and slid to the ground. The twinkle in his eyes clearly displayed his delight in her predicament.
Her back straightened. “What do ye want? To cause more mayhem like yer dim-witted stunt of stealing my da’s bull? Do ye know what harm ye did? Do ye even care?” One of the men scoffed. “Mayhem? Did ye hear that, Robert?”
So he was Robert Graham.
He advanced toward her. “Aye, I heard. But yer da was the clever fool who caused the bedlam, mistress. He had no reason to strap on his sword.”
Her breathing quickened, and her nostrils flared. “Da tried to recover his property. Ye were the ones who instigated the attack.”
He shook his head. “I see ye think like the rest of yer clan. So it’s fine for yer da to smear pig-slop over our new smokehouse and not suffer the consequences?”
“Consequences? That is what ye call yer senseless act?”
“Well, aren’t ye the bold one?” the other man behind Robert jeered.
Robert paused, his hands firmly affixed to his hips. “Do ye think it wise to insult and berate someone who can help ye out of that tree?”
He did have a point. “I don’t need yer help. I can get down whenever I want.”
“Can ye now?” The man peered at the fallen ladder, the basket of scattered elder leaves and then back at her.
She lifted her head a notch higher, bobbing slightly with confidence she didn’t feel. “When I’m ready to be down.”
He propped the ladder against the tree. She clutched her chest. “I’m fine, truly.”
He climbed the first couple of rungs, and the corners of his mouth tugged up, dimples pressing into his rugged face. “Aye, ye are that, but ye need my help, lass.”