Nearly killed while trying to win back his ancestral home, Black Richard MacCullough is left scarred and mangled; but some scars run far deeper than mere skin. No longer the handsome devil or kind man of his youth, now he focuses solely on rebuilding everything that was lost to the brutal Chisolms and traitorous MacRays. Revenge -- while not nearly as important as keeping his clan from starving – is the only thing that keeps his bruised heart beating.
With his clan on the brink of starvation and annihilation, Black Richard doesn’t believe his life could get worse. Until King David II decides to put an end to the border wars himself, via a marriage between Black Richard and Aeschene MacRay, the daughter of his sworn enemy.
Locked away and all but forgotten because she is deemed imperfect and useless by her father, Aeschene MacRay holds no hope of ever having a husband and family of her own. But hope is the only thing she has left: hope that her vision will miraculously return and that she will regain her father’s approval.
But when news arrives that she is to be married off to the chief of her father’s enemy, she has only two choices: put her faith and hope in the monster that is Black Richard MacCullough or remain in the prison her father has created for her.
When you’ve lost everything, any risk is worth the taking.
Black Richard's Heart is the first book in my MacCullough's series. It have 682 reviews at amazon, with an average rating of 4.5 stars. It has sold approximately 30,000 copies since its release.
Death could not come fast enough for Black Richard MacCullough.
’Twas difficult to distinguish his blood from the countless others who lay dead or dying on the cold spring grass. Grass he had played in as a child, MacCullough grass, was now painted in blood—the blood of his kin and the blood of his enemies.
It had been a long, hard-fought battle between the MacCulloughs and the Chisolms, a battle that had lasted for three long, bloody days. The MacCulloughs were laying siege to their own keep, a keep that had been stolen from them five years ago by the ruthless Maitland Chisolm. Like the cowards they were, the Chisolms had waited until most of the MacCullough fighting men were off at their southern border, fighting against the MacRays, before they attacked. Outnumbered four to one, the MacCullough keep fell for the first time in more than ten generations.
Now, Galen MacCullough—Black Richard’s father—and his men were fighting to get their back keep and lands.
The first two days had been spent trying to get beyond the massive, well-fortified walls. Knowing how well built they were, for Galen MacCullough’s grandfather had built the damn things with his own hands, a decision was made: On the third day, Galen, chief and laird to his clan, decided to burn the bastards out.
Thick, black smoke billowed from the roof of the keep. The early spring breeze picked up sparks and carried them from the keep to the granary. Before they knew it, several buildings were aflame.
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