Title: Highland Hellion
Illegitimate daughter of an English earl… Abducted to Scotland at age 14… No family, no reputation… No rules
Heir to an honorable Highland laird… Can’t believe how well tomboy Kate can fight… About to learn how much of a woman she really is
Scotland is seething with plots, the vengeful Gordons are spoiling for a fight, and the neighboring clans are at each other’s throats. All it takes is a passionate hellion with a penchant for reckless adventure to ignite the Highlands once more.
Author: Mary Wine
Series: Highland Weddings #3
Published by Sourcebooks Casablanca Source: Publisher
Published: June 6th 2017
Genres: Erotic Historical Romance
Pages: 320 pages
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Katherine is an illegitimate daughter of an earl. She was abducted and hauled off to Scotland when she was fourteen, with the plans to marry her off. Marcus MacPherson rescued her from that fate. But being English in Scotland can be even worse, so he allowed her to train with the men disguised as a young lad. Katherine excelled in her training keeping up and even besting some of the men. She was strong in body and extremely strong-willed in spirit. When she was older and her gender was revealed, she was forced to give up what she loved, and do things more common to what a woman would do within the clan. She was miserable. No one liked her-the women she was forced to learn from, nor the men she trained with and used to call friend. Longing for a carefree existence once again, wishing she could ride her horse and clear her mind, she needed an escape! She took to riding in the wee hours of night. One night, she happens upon Rolfe McTavish and his clansmen stealing cattle on MacPherson land. Happy with her capture, she surprised them all by leaping to her horse and riding away leaving their jaws dropped! Rolfe was excited that this woman had that ability, and where did she learn from? He vows to find out more!
On another of Katherine’s escapes, she sees another clan on MacPherson land-the Gordons. They were a mean, take no prisoners, kill everybody and everything type of clan. She sees they were ready to capture Rolfe and his clansmen, so she distracts the Gordons putting the target on her. Katherine was captured even though she fought tooth and nail. Set before the Gordon laird, it’s discovered she’s a girl. He labels her a witch and that she will burn at the stake. Rolfe discovers Katherine was captured and feels it’s his duty to save her since she saved him. Noble and honorable, but things don’t go as Rolfe expects, and now he and Katherine are embroiled in a clan upheaval that could unite all the clans or make things even worse.This story was filled with adventure! Katherine is one strong woman!! I liked her and her demeanor! You knew she was going to be a hellion as the book title refers but gosh, she was hell on wheels! And Rolfe, he struggles with his attraction to her. He is likeable guy with values weighed down by his position within the clan. Katherine makes him want to break out of that mold he’s in. Their chemistry is immediate. Katherine struggles as well-not really knowing what to do. She’s been among men most of her life and now her feminine side is rising to the forefront. I liked how she took control and wasn’t meek one bit! If she liked something, she let him know!!
Overall this is one great historical to read! Plot twists, sexy times, and sheer adventure keep you enthralled from beginning to end! I especially loved the ending! If you love historicals or even if they are not your usual thing, give this one a try! It’s a book worthy of diving into!
Acclaimed author Mary Wine has written over 30 works of Scottish Highland romance, romantic suspense and erotic romance. An avid history-buff and historical costumer, she and her family enjoy participating in historical reenactments. Mary lives in Yorba Linda, California with her husband and two sons.
Two bundles of Mary Wine’s Highland Weddings series (3 books)
“What do ye mean by that?” Helen Grant demanded.
Marcus eyed his wife, crossing his arms over his chest and facing her down, as was his fashion. Helen’s eyes narrowed. “Ye heard me clearly, Wife.”
Helen scoffed and settled her newest babe into its cradle before she turned on him while pulling the laces on her dress tight. “What I heard was that ye seem to think what a woman does with her day is easier to learn than a man’s lot.”
Marcus frowned. “Do nae go twisting me words.”
“I should have had charge of her years ago if ye wanted her trained properly in the running of a house,” Helen continued. “Ye are the one who allowed her to be a lad.”
“And for good reason,” Marcus answered back. “She’s English. Ye know how often ye have heard curses against her kin, and I assure ye, I have heard three times as much because the men do tend to mind their tongues around the women in the hall.”
Helen had finished closing her dress and settled her hands on her hips. “As I said, I do nae know what ye expect me to do with her now that ye’ve let her run wild for the past six years. She’s twenty now.”
“I know.” Marcus’s control slipped, allowing his exasperation to bleed through into his tone. “She’s a woman, and yet she was intent on riding out with us last evening.”
“It wouldn’t be the first time,” Helen replied. “Why is it a concern now?”
Marcus’s jaw tightened, and his wife read his expression like a book. There was no point in trying to keep the matter to himself. He let out a soft word of Gaelic.
“We went out and lifted some of the Gordons’ cattle.”
His wife stiffened. The Gordons hated the MacPhersons and would spill blood if they could. Old Laird Colum Gordon wanted vengeance for the death of his son, Lye Rob, and the old man didn’t seem to care that Bhaic MacPherson had killed Lye Rob with good reason. Lye Rob had stolen Bhaic’s new wife, Ailis, and no Highlander worth his name was going to let a man get away with that. Nothing seemed to matter to the old laird of the Gordons except vengeance.
Marcus knew he was playing with fire by going anywhere near Gordon land. Needling the local clans was one matter; going onto Gordon land was another altogether because it might get him killed. His wife was going to tear a strip off his back for chancing it.
“Damn ye, Marcus,” Helen berated him. “So, ye are still acting like a child?” She pointed at their son. “And what will become of the children I bear ye if ye get yer throat slit?”
Marcus only lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “Ye know it will nae come to that. The Grants took some of ours last month. It’s just a bit of fun.”
Helen made a soft sound. “With the Gordons, it is very different. Which is why ye do nae want Katherine along. Do nae think to pull the wool over me eyes.”
Marcus opened his arms in exasperation. “Aye!” He snorted. “There, I’ve agreed with ye. And ye would have a place if I were to pay for me choices in blood, so do nae insult me by asking such a question. Now tell me ye will take her in hand.” He made a motion with his hand. “And teach her…what a woman should be doing with her time.”
Helen wasn’t pleased, and as she looked at her baby, worry creases appeared at the corners of her eyes.
“I love ye, Helen, but ye know full well what manner of man I am.” He pulled her close, wrapping her in his embrace. She settled for just a moment, inhaling the scent of his skin before she pushed against his chest and he released her.
“Aye, well,” Helen said softly. “At twenty years of age, Katherine has decided what sort of woman she is as well. Something ye have allowed. Now ye expect me to be the one to destroy her world?”
Marcus’s expression tightened as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I’ll have words with her.”