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.


Elsbeth MacDougall recoils at the violent Scottish rebellion and the bleak plight of orphans. Vowing to protect the homeless, she embarks on a journey to Scone and sets her course to become a nun, sheltering children from the cruelties of war. But when Brandon McLeod arrives at the Abby, he shakes her convictions and stirs provoking emotions she buried long ago.

After English soldiers murder his family, Brandon McLeod determines a course of revenge and leads numerous clans in Scotland’s fight for freedom. Bent on the annihilation of English oppression, he is resolved to a life of solitude, vowing never to marry and chance the pain of losing loved ones again. However, that was before he met the enchanting Elsbeth.

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 What Readers Are Saying…

“This book was a perfect ending to the MacDougall daughters series…” JINHOU

“Lane McFarland has done it again with her captivating Scottish adventure. This was a beautiful ending! .” N. Laverdure

“Love this story line – all the books are hard to put down!.” H.D.W.

This was a breath taking passionate, mesmerizing, compelling characters and a riveting story.” D. Allen

“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

“Lane McFarland’s books never disappoint. The latest, ELSBETH, is the last of the MacDougall sisters’ series, and is terrific. From the opening glimpse of the lovely, devoted maiden, Elsbeth, and the determined, driven warrior, Brandon, you’ll be caught up in the action.” Lovestoread

“Once again, Lane McFarland succeeds in delivering a “knock out” of a read in her latest book, “Elsbeth”(The Daughters of Alastair MacDougall). From the first page turned, we are introduced to delightful characters, beautiful scenery, excitement, adventure, suspense and, of course, romance. ” GiGi

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How About an Excerpt?

In this scene, Brandon McLeod and his men have arrived at the abbey to escort the sisters to safety.

A loud bang sounded outside.

Elsbeth jumped from the bench and spun toward the solar door. That was the courtyard gate. Who would arrive at this time of night in a blizzard?

An insistent knock rattled the heavy front door. The urgent noise reverberated down the corridor. She eased from the solar. Legs shaking, she hurried across the hall and peeked out the small window overlooking the abbey courtyard. Her gaze swept the interior walls. Dense snowfall hid any sign of intruders. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary.

Someone beat the dark wood again. If a traveler trapped in the storm sought shelter, she couldn’t deny sanctuary and leave them in the fierce squall. With a deep breath, she shoved the iron bolt to the right and eased open the door.

A gust of wind buffeted the heavy door and shoved it against her body. The turbulent storm swirled a blanket of snow, and stinging ice crystals pelted her eyes. She held up a hand to shield her face and squinted into the courtyard.

Large men shrouded in darkness appeared just beyond the landing. One man stepped forward. His fur-cloaked shoulders spanned the width of the door, and his piercing dark eyes peered over a thick woolen cloth wrapped around his face. He pushed the hood from his head. Snow and ice covered him from his shaggy hair to his rugged boots, and the hilt of a sword protruded over his back, another dangling from his hip.

He’s a warrior.

Familiar resentment bubbled into her throat, and she choked on the bitter taste.

As he advanced, his gloved hand tugged the cloth from his face. Her breath caught at his intense scrutiny, his commanding presence. An overwhelming urge to slam and bolt the door nearly overcame her, but her feet remained rooted to the spot.

“Sister, there’s not much time,” his deep voice resounded. “Yer life is in danger. Ye must flee.”