The Outcast Highlander
(The
Highland Renegades)
by
R.L.
Syme
Scottish
Historical Medieval
Sweet
Romance
254
pages, self-published
He's
lost his family, his title, and his honor, but he can't lose her...
Kensey MacLeod
returns home after a failed marriage alliance in France to find her world in
turmoil: her best friend married to an English sympathizer, her mother at
death's door, and her father imprisoned and thought dead. As an English lord
descends to claim her father's lands, Kensey escapes north with her mother and
brother, and runs straight into the arms of the outcast Highlander.
Driven from home
and family by a crazed father, Broccin Sinclair refuses to stand aside while
the English invade his beloved Scotland. But who should he champion? The
freedom fighter who saved his life, the family who has forgotten him, or the
woman who captured his childhood heart?
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EXCERPT:
“If it wouldn’t be
too much trouble, may I ask why your horse grazes yonder when there are men who
chase you?”
“Oh, stop, you impertinent fool.”
Kensey shook his hand away and searched the area around her for something. “I
was knocked off my horse.”
“What are you looking for?”
She sighed. “I would like to get up
and resume my travels.”
So she looked for something to pull
herself up with, yet ignored his help. How like her. He must be beneath her
notice. Or her care.
“Let me help you.” He stood and
offered both hands. She considered him for a moment and finally touched him
again. He couldn’t deny a tiny thrill at having won the fight, or at having her
hands in his. But her frustration continued.
She furrowed her brow and released his
hands. First one step, then another. But on the third step, she began to sway
and Broc had to follow quickly to catch her.
“You’re in no state to be walking.” He
swept her into his arms, despite her protest, and stilled her grasping hands by
hooking both of her wrists together in one grip. “Nor riding.”
He deposited her atop his horse and
jumped up before she could make any more fuss. The Ross men obviously hadn’t
followed them, but they would have to proceed carefully from here, knowing they
may come back upon them at any time.
Broc urged his horse forward into a
slow cantor, searching for the least dense path forward. In his lap, Kensey
pulled on the dirty folds of her dress, dislodging bits of the forest floor
that still clung to the delicate fabric.
“What are you doing here?” she
demanded.
“Let’s get you out of here first,
lass.” He glanced back into the thick canopy of stillness for a moment. “Ross’s
men may be quick on our heels.”
Sitting against him as she was now,
she felt tiny and vulnerable. His cloak had opened as he’d climbed onto
Gaidel’s back and she was now sitting in the midst of it, against his nearly
bare chest. She seemed to suck up all the warmth in his body as she curled
against him. Her eyelashes blinked furiously, as though she tried to keep
herself awake when sleep called. He reached down and wrapped the warmth of the
cloak around her.
“You can sleep. It appears we’ve lost
our pursuers and it will be slow progress back to the trail, if we even dare to
follow it.”
“I’m not tired.” She yawned and her
weight pressed even more against him. She would no doubt be asleep soon. His
body tensed against the desire that tried to consume him. This was his brother’s
intended.
He was merely delivering her back to
him.
Not enjoying having her in his arms.
Not at all.
Author
bio:
R.L.
Syme works at a youth theatre, teaching kids performing arts and musical
performance classes/camps when she's not writing. Otherwise, she's putting her
Seminary degree to good use writing romance novels. Let not all those
systematic theology classes go to waste...
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