ABOUT THE BOOK
Disgraced in her father’s eyes, Isobel Maitland travels to
Scotland, determined to purchase her sister’s happiness at the cost of her
own. But when her coach is held up and
she is abducted by a dangerous highwayman, she faces an unexpected choice:
suffer the loveless union to which she has resigned herself, or marry this
ruthless, Scottish outlaw who can ignite her desire with a single touch.
They call him Diabhal Dubh – Devil Black – and he spends his days
terrorizing the countryside, trying to outdistance the memories that torture
him. The King has decreed he must settle
and take a wife. And when he steals the
alluring woman betrothed to his enemy, Dougal MacRae sees a way to both answer
the King’s demand and obtain the revenge he has sought so long …
AN EXCERPT
Dougal drank deep from his cup of
raw whisky, savored the bite as the liquor went down his throat, and shrugged.
“I say only the truth. And who are ‘they,’ who speak so ill of me?”
Lachlan raised thoughtful eyes to
meet Dougal’s. Lachlan, Dougal admitted, looked mild and harmless, the bonny
sort of man with whom the lassies might get up to dance at the parties to which
Dougal himself no longer received invitations. Lachy’s honey-brown hair brushed
the shoulders of the leather jerkin he wore, and his blue eyes looked almost
serene in the dim candlelight.
"They," he said concisely,
“are the neighbors you have been busy robbing these last eight years, the clans
you have battled, the many women you have wronged, the very government of
Scotland itself. They would hang you if they could.”
Dougal crooked a brow. “I cannot
deny those charges.” Whatever else he might do, he strove always for honesty.
“If these folk feel better for calling me by a foolish name, so be it."
“Do you not care?” Lachlan asked,
only partly feigning his surprise. “I recall a time when you did.”
“Long ago—almost beyond memory.”
Dougal slanted his gaze so the firelight reflected from his eyes in a fiendish
manner. He knew he looked the part of a Black Devil, with the dark curls
spilling down his neck and eyes so deeply grey they might as well be black.
He knew, too, what the clans folk
whispered—that Satan himself had marked Dougal MacRae with the scar that marred
his right cheek in the shape of a claw or talon.
Dougal alone knew the true origin of
that scar, and he would not tell.
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