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the child within gave a little kick against his palm.
Just as Cormac knew she would be, Isolde had been immediately accepted and loved by the clan who respected her strength as a warrior.
Her dowry had arrived without delay from the Earl of Easton, which marked the last of their communication with her brother. The coin from her dowry had provided enough food to get them through the following winter. The seasons following had been bountiful, and the clan had thrived. The only imperfection in their lives was the wrath of the Rosses, who regularly made their discontent known with raids and attacks.
But it was merely a feud, an offense that would doubtless be forgotten by the next generation. For the time being, Cormac was secure in knowing that his people know how to defend themselves, as did his family.
He hefted Aila to his side with his right arm and tightened his grip with his left arm on Isolde’s stretched waist. Both mother and daughter put their heads on his shoulders, filling his senses with the sweetness of sunshine and roses.
His beautiful girls. His beautiful life.
And a joy that could not be dampened by even the bitterest of feuds. Not when Cormac and his family had everything they had ever wanted: food, comfort, protection and love.
“I love you, husband,” Isolde said softly near his ear.
He pressed a kiss to her temple. “And I love ye, my lady knight.”
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FAYE’S SACRIFICE - When the Sutherland-Ross feud continues in generations to come, will a marriage between the Sutherland Chieftain and the granddaughter of the Ross Chieftain heal broken ties? Or will the forced marriage tear them further apart?
Ewan Sutherland, Chieftain of the Sutherland clan, needs an heir, especially with his uncle intent on claiming the chieftainship.
Faye Fletcher had no plans to marry until she’s abducted from her home, dragged to the highlands and forced to wed her grandfather’s greatest rival.
When family betrayals and enemy conspiracies threaten to ruin any chance they have of a blissful life together, will Faye let the pain of her past keep her sealed off, or will Ewan’s patience and love guide them to happily ever after?
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Faye’s Sacrifice
Chapter 1 Preview
April 1341
Castleton, Scotland
Faye Fletcher had an uncanny knack for getting more from her coin than others. She scanned an assortment of fabrics, eyeing a blue wool that would suit herself as well as her younger sister, Clara.
“How much?” She settled her fingers on the bolt and raised her eyes to the shopkeeper.
He was younger than she’d expected, and his cheeks colored when their eyes met. “It…it’s, uh, three farthings a yard.”
She gently caressed the fabric. It was good quality, the color rich as a summer sky. “Three farthings?” she asked, putting an edge of concern in her voice.
The shopkeeper’s brow furrowed, mirroring her expression. “Aye.”
Faye bit her bottom lip in pensive concentration, and his gaze lowered to her mouth. “I need a dozen yards, but—”
An old man in the alley caught her attention, the same one who had been watching her earlier. He was tall and proud, with a head of red hair threaded with white and wearing a fine black doublet atop leather trews.
His stare bored into her, unabashed and unflinching.
“Mistress?” the shopkeeper asked.
A shudder squeezed up her spine. “I…” She looked to the fabric once more and shook her head. “I’ve changed my mind.”
She swept away from the man’s stall without bothering to hear his reply. If he returned to the market another time, she was confident she could smooth over