Check out the amazing 4 12 star review I received from InD’Tale Magazine! *blush*
“Nessia Stephenson is betrothed to William MacKay. Although she would prefer living on her own land, she must marry for security and protection. Yet no matter how much she accepts William, it is his older brother and clan chief, Fergus, that has her love. When a rival clan threatens the MacKays with war she fears for Fergus’s safety and is torn between her duty and her heart. Fergus battles his desire for Nessia, his responsibility to his clan and loyalty to his brother. His sacrifice is greater than he ever expected to give.
Author Kate Robbins’ “Promised to the Highlander” opens vividly and makes the reader feel as though they are leaping into the setting, with imagery brilliant enough to bring the reader to the highlands of Scotland! No small feat, considering that it happens within the first few pages of this, the second book of “The Highland Chiefs” series. When there is a softer point it is engaging and emotional, when it reaches a high point it is exciting and completely entertaining! Fergus is the admirable kind of hero that easily lives up to one’s expectations. Nessia is a strong woman with a warm demeanor and a level head, nicely balancing the harsher elements of the medieval era. A secondary love story lingering in the background lacked the luster needed in order to truly captivate, yet was interesting and added to the main plot. Nessia and Fergus together give historical romance lovers a dreamy and steamy charismatic couple to love!”
Margaret Faria, InD’tale Magazine
Promised to the Highlander, Blurb
Nessia Stephenson’s world was safe until a threat from a neighbouring clan forces her to accept a betrothal to a man whose family can offer her the protection she needs. The real threat lies in her intense attraction to the man who arranged the match—the clan’s chief and her intended’s brother, Fergus MacKay.
When powerful warlord Fergus MacKay arranges a marriage for his younger brother, William, he has no idea the price will be his own heart. Fergus is captivated by the wildly beautiful Nessia, a woman he can never have.
When the feud between the MacKay and Sutherland clans escalates, Nessia, William, and Fergus all must make sacrifices for their future. Longing and loss, honour and duty. How can love triumph under such desperate circumstances?
Promised to the Highlander, Excerpt
Tongue, Scotland, Late Harvest, 1429
“For a man who isn’t eager to meet his future wife, you’ve got quite a set of nerves there lad,” Fergus said to William.
William straightened his linen shirt and smoothed his tunic as he glared at Fergus. Yet, the comment was absorbed and William ceased his pacing to sit on a chair near the fire. Fergus watched his brother adjust his belt again. The young man wore his usual dress but had taken greater pains today to perfect his appearance. Fergus glanced down at his linen shirt and sleeveless leather tunic. William’s long hair was tied at his nape while Fergus’s was left hanging loose. He recalled having to take extra pains upon his betrothal. Thankfully those days had passed and he needn’t worry overly anymore. A young lass would surely find William’s neat, respectable appearance appealing. He hoped so, but before he could dwell on it further, a servant entered and announced the arrival of Thomas Stephenson, his daughter Nessia and several of their clansmen.
William sprang to his feet and crossed the floor in a few quick strides to greet them. He continued to fidget as Fergus sauntered up from behind.
“Thomas! Welcome. We thought we’d have to send out a search party soon,” Fergus said as the stout man turned the corner leading into the great hall.
“Aye, the road was a bit rough with a wagon in tow,” Thomas said. The man’s brow was streaked with sweat and he looked weary from his travels.
“We’ve had a lot of rains this harvest there’s no doubting that,” Fergus said.
In truth he would have gone searching himself had another hour passed. Earlier that day he’d heard more rumours about Ronan Sutherland. Apparently, the lad had agreed to his father’s suggestion and would commence his campaign in the coming days. Fergus sensed William stiffen beside him as Thomas began the introductions.
“Fergus, William, this is my brother Neville and these three are my sons, Colin, Robert, and Camden my youngest. And this is my daughter, Nessia.”
Fergus acknowledged each man in turn. When the introduction came to the girl and his gaze fell on her, his breath caught in his throat. With black hair and bright blue eyes she stood proud before him with her chin lifted and all the regal confidence of a noblewoman. She displayed no fear or reservation at all, something which was unusual in most men he met, but more so in a woman. The gentler sex usually cowered before him—not this lass.
Fergus stared at the girl, his heart drumming. His guts clenched as if he’d been punched. He had to force himself from moving toward her to touch her hair which looked like spun silk, for surely it could not be real. Fergus remembered his brother then and tore his gaze from her to find William’s eyes wide and his jaw slacked. An unexpected pang ran through him.
When he turned back it was to find her still staring at him, seemingly unabashed for staring openly at a man. A bold one, then. Fergus’s drew his brows together. What did she want?