Ramsay MacLaren owes a debt to the daughter of the Hawk of Inverfyre, one he will never forget‚ for the beguiling beauty helped him escape her father’s dungeon, saving his life and capturing his heart. When he hears that she is to wed a man he knows to be a knave, Ramsay must warn her, though he believes he can never claim Evangeline for his own.
Rebellion in her heart, Evangeline Armstrong hopes for the best from her arranged match with a stranger, dreaming all the while of a single encounter with Ramsay MacLaren, a handsome outlaw, her father’s sworn enemy, and a man whose very name makes her heart leap. Brigands attack her party en route to the wedding, and Ramsay himself corners her, insisting she must not make the match, then steals a kiss that will haunt her dreams.
Evangeline soon learns the truth of Ramsay’s claim when she is the sole witness of her betrothed’s heinous crime. Without allies in his abode, she flees his attack upon her with Ramsay’s aid—who insists they wed for her own protection. Their night together only awakens a desire for a thousand more—and makes Evangeline yearn for a forbidden union that she fears can never be. Can she trust a warrior whose kiss stirs her very soul, choosing him over her own family? Even if Ramsay can defeat his lady’s betrothed and defend her honor, can he win the heart of the lady who holds him in thrall?
Genre: FICTION / Romance / Historical / MedievalThis is the third book in the Brides of Inverfyre series. Please do not offer to translate it before the other books in the series.
Ramsay MacLaren yearned to go home. The difficulty was that he had neither a home nor any prospect of one in the near future. His parents were long departed from this realm. He had no surviving family, beyond his aunt in whose keep he had been a guest for too long and her two younger sons, due to inherit that abode. He knew that her generosity was exceptional, proof positive that they shared no blood. His uncle would have cast him out by now, if that man had not been dead.
So fervid had been William MacLaren’s ambitions that he had left Scotland as a boy, abandoning his family and homeland to earn his way as a mercenary in France. So great was his success that he had won the hand of a wealthy and beautiful bride decades younger than himself, a sole daughter who inherited a magnificent estate. William had never returned to Scotland, the land he had despised, and rested now in the cemetery in that same impressive keep.
’Twas easy to consider him to be standing guard over his triumph.
Ramsay knew he lingered too long in the comfort of Château de Joie. To be sure, he was no idle guest. He competed in tournaments and shared a healthy measure of his earnings with his aunt, as a tribute to her kindness. He trained with the warriors in the employment of the holding and reviewed the security of the borders. He tutored the two sons of the house, fine boys both in training to become knights themselves.
But still, he was aware that neither his aunt nor this holding were his responsibility. He was useful, perhaps tolerated, but if his aunt wed again, he would be shown the gates without delay. He had no claim and neither did he wish for one upon this place.
He wanted a home of his own.
The gold ring in his purse, bought on impulse for a lady far above him, grew more weighty with every passing day.
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Adele Contenti
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