Virtue and Valor-Release Day and Giveaway!

Highland Heather Romancing a Scot Series-Book 2

 

I cannot believe my ninth book-baby releases today!!  

If you enjoyed the glimpses of Yancy, the Earl of Ramsbury and Isobel Ferguson in the Castle Brides Series and Triumph and Treasure,

then you’ll be thrilled to read their story! 

I’ll be giving away a digital copy of Triumph and Treasure to one commenter. 

Just tell me why you like secondary characters in stories, and if you like it when they have a chance to tell their tale too.

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Bartholomew Yancy never expected to inherit an English earldom and had no intention of marrying. Now, the Earl of Ramsbury and last in his line, he’s obligated to resign his position as England’s War Secretary, find a wife, and produce an heir. Only one woman holds the least appeal: Isobel Ferguson, an exquisite Scotswoman. Brought to Scotland to mediate between feuding clans, he doggedly woos her. 

 

Disillusioned with men pursuing her for her attractiveness, rather than her unusual intellect, Isobel has all but abandoned any hope of finding a husband in the Highlands. Not only does she believe Yancy no different than her other suitors, he’s a notorious rake. She’s been told he’s practically betrothed. Therefore, his interest in her cannot possibly be honorable, and so she shuns his attentions.

 

When Isobel is mistakenly abducted by a band of rogue Scots, Yancy risks his life to rescues her. To salvage her compromised reputation, her brother and father insist she marry him. Yancy readily agrees, but Isobel—knowing full well she’s fated for spinsterhood by refusing his offer— won’t be coerced into marriage. 

 

Can love unite a reluctant earl and a disenchanted beauty?

EXCERPT

An arched window opened onto a narrow ledge three stories above the ground. Once more, as she’d done at least a score of times already, Isobel fully opened the shutter and peered through the narrow slit.

 

Her room faced a lush meadow where several head of shaggy Highland cattle milled about. A narrow track led into the dense forest she’d passed through on their last leg to the keep.

 

No battlement surrounded the rear of the castle, the singular thing in her favor. Well, that and the apparent lack of patrols or lookouts at the keep’s rear. A lumpy band of crumbled stones, partially covered by earth and grass, revealed a wall had been present at one time.

 

Unless a person had the ability to climb like a spider or fly, this side of the keep appeared impenetrable. No windows graced the lower levels, and only a child or

smallish woman could pass through the narrow, rectangular openings serving that purpose on this floor.

 

She slapped the casement in frustration then winced as stinging pain lanced to her shoulder. Not a tree or lattice to aid with escaping. The lone blanket tied to her cloak wasn’t long enough to hang from the window and use as a makeshift rope, and had it been, the chamber contained nothing to use as an anchor.

 

Other than climbing onto the ledge and creeping to the oriel’s tiny balcony, at least four windows away, fleeing proved impossible.

 

She closed her eyes and leaned against the cold wall. Heights terrified her. God’s bones, the very notion of slinking along the thin ribbon and climbing over the balustrade in long skirts made her lightheaded. If her stomach weren’t as empty as Hannah’s womb, she would cast up her accounts.

 

Besides, that chamber, and the others between her and her only hope of salvation, could be occupied and someone might sound the alarm as she skulked by.

 

One arm braced against the sash, she hung over the wide sill. Too bad she couldn’t change her hair into wings like the mythical Persinette and fly from this jail.

 

Think, Isobel.

AMAZON