Highland Rogues

Buchanan Mackenzie is a new laird, and he's about to be tested. When his half-brother is killed, he must seek vengeance or face the rage of his clansmen. Beyond spilling blood, fate offers him another solution. Taking the daughter of his enemy will appease his angry men, but it leaves him struggling to find peace over making a hostage of a woman. What sort of man settles his disputes with a helpless woman? Rhedyn Lindsey has been raised to shoulder her duty. For her kin and clan, she will make the best of a future that will be decided based on alliances. But she never expects it to come in the form of being taken as a hostage. In an instant, her life is turned inside out. Perhaps for the best, though, for the alternative would have been to see her father's blood spilled. Now she's at the mercy of a man who has every reason to hate her. Regardless of what fate throws her way, she won't crumble. She'll stand up to Buchanan Mackenzie. Just because she's a woman, doesn't mean she lacks courage. Will Buchanan Mackenzie give in to the demands of his men who seek revenge for the death of his half-brother, or will he rely on the wisdom his beloved father taught him, and take his time in deciding what will happen to his beautiful captive-Rhedyn Lindsey-a woman who has captured his attention, respect, and quite possibly his heart?

Faolan McKay was the spawn of recklessness. A child conceived by moonlight outside the bonds of wedlock. His mother was banished to the rocky shores of the Highlands where she committed an even greater sin than seducing the laird's son-she survived. And raised her son to be everything everyone whispered about him. To be feared was better than any position or sword. Cora Mackenzie has been promised since she was five. But her intended has never even penned her a single note. Cora takes to the moors, finding satisfaction in building strength and pitting herself against the elements. She had to be a siren. Faolan wasn't one for tales by the firelight, but seeing the woman perched on the rocks of his island made him stop and stare. Battered by the wind and rain, she cared nothing for her hair or dress. Aye, a mythical creature, one he should ignore but just can't seem to. Fate has locked them together, leaving him battling to resist the pull of his guest. Whether or not she wants to know the man who saved her isn't up to her. A storm forces them to shelter together or die if they attempt to leave. She might not survive the encounter, but it's hardly the first time life has offered Cora no choice but to face what is placed before her. So she'll stand firm and let fate guide her.

Stealing brides is a tradition... In the Highlands, strength is the currency of choice and if you can't protect what is yours, be prepared to pay a ransom. Annis is a prize. Born of a royal blood line, the fact that she's illegitimate isn't really important. With her mother gone, her kin barter her and send her off to Scotland where her husband's family is eager to see her produce heirs to their line with impeccable lineage. Rolfe Munro is sick unto death of the topic of marriage. His marriage is one everyone seems to have an opinion of. So, when his father offers him the chance to escape the Munro stronghold for a bit, Rolfe happily takes the chore! He's the son of the laird, and he'll have to settle down or risk leaving the clan in a fight when he dies. Still, he's not ready to steal a bride. Even when his fool cousin takes one and needs rescuing. Rolfe isn't going to get involved beyond making sure his cousin survives. That's his plan. At least until he lays eyes on Annis. Annis is different. Her allure is something he can't put into words, or ignore it would seem. By the time he escorts them to his cousin's stronghold, all Rolfe is thinking about is how to steal Annis away.

Terin Campbell had been obedient. And she'd been desperate. But now? Many would say she'd won the day. Triumphed over the evil planned for her by her late husband and his mother. Terin was still alive and faced with the question of what to do with the rest of her life. And there was only one thing she was certain of... she wasn't waiting around for her family to decide her fate. Was she brazen? Yes. And for the rest of her days, she was going to follow her own path. Strike out for a place where rumors said a woman could make a place for herself. It might be myth, it might end in her death, but Terin was going to take the chance because she was finished with being submissive. She wasn't his responsibility. Jasper was a third born son and had to carve his spot out, but the truth was, he enjoyed the challenge. But it didn't leave much time for rescuing others. But there was something about the little half-starved girl shivering in a common room in the middle of a snowstorm that claimed his attention. It wasn't the way her little frame shook... no, it was the determination in her eyes. She was brazen, bold, and determined to make it north no matter the risk.