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To Capture A Highlander's Heart: The Courtship
To Capture A Highlander's Heart: The Courtship
To Capture A Highlander's Heart: The Courtship
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When lady’s maid Grace MacNab captures the eye of fierce warrior, Gabriel Campbell, the man she has loved for more than a year, she hopes she may one day wed the man of her dreams. But Grace holds a secret about her past that may stand in the way of their happiness.

Gabriel Campbell desires Grace with a passion just as fierce as his loyalty to the Campbell Clan, but she wants marriage and he’s not ready to lay down his sword to raise babies. Gabriel can’t reject Grace’s love and hurt the woman who’s penetrated his defenses, but neither can he dishonor her with less than a commitment.

Can trust end their doubts and seal their love?

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Release dateAug 1, 2013
ISBN9780988662742
To Capture A Highlander's Heart: The Courtship
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Teresa J. Reasor

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Teresa Reasor was born in Southeastern Kentucky, but grew up a Marine Corps brat. The love of reading instilled in her in Kindergarten at Parris Island, South Carolina made books her friends during the many transfers her father's military career entailed. The transition from reading to writing came easily to her and she penned her first book in second grade. But it wasn’t until 2007 that her first published work was released.After twenty-one years as an Art Teacher and ten years as a part time College Instructor, she’s now retired and living her dream as a full time Writer.Her body of work includes both full-length novels and shorter pieces in many different genres, Military Romantic Suspense, Paranormal Romance, Fantasy Romance, Historical Romance, Contemporary Romance, and Children’s Books.

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    To Capture A Highlander's Heart - Teresa J. Reasor

    To Capture A Highlander’s Heart

    The Courtship

    A Highland Moonlight Spinoff Novella

    Teresa J. Reasor

    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

    COPYRIGHT © 2013 by Teresa J. Reasor

    All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

    Contact Information: teresareasor@msn.com

    Cover Art by Tracy Stewart

    Edited by: Faith Freewoman

    Teresa J. Reasor

    PO Box 124

    Corbin, KY 40702

    Publishing History: First Edition 2013

    ISBN-13: 978-0-9886627-4-2

    ISBN-10: 0-9886627-4-4

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    To Capture A Highlander’s Heart: The Courtship

    Books By Teresa J. Reasor

    Scotland 1330

    Grace scooped the thick porridge into a wooden bowl and gave it a suspicious sniff. Had the cook burnt it? Surely not again. She drizzling a small helping of honey over the substance and stirred. Seeing no improvement in its consistency, she frowned.

    I wouldna eat that, lass, Gabriel said from behind her.

    At the sound of Gabriel’s voice, her breath caught and her heart raced. She struggled to suppress the outward expression of her response before she turned to face him. His dark hair, tied back with a leather strip, bared the strong, masculine bones of his face. His closely trimmed beard, as dark as his hair, outlined his lips, drawing her attention to them and reminding her of the kiss they had shared on the steps outside the castle. Her very first kiss.

    A tingling heat raced down her body to settle in intimate places. She dropped her gaze to the bowl. It could serve other purposes besides food. Perhaps mortar to hold together the stones in the west wing.

    Gabriel grinned. I shall suggest that t’ Alexander. ’Twill save work for the men and may protect the cook from certain attack. The worse the food becomes, the more their tempers are tested. He stepped forward, closing the distance between them. Will you break your fast with me, Grace?

    That he asked instead of demanded sent a sweet rush of pleasure through her. Aye, I should like to join you.

    I have more than enough food for both of us, Gabriel said, motioning to a table on which sat several wooden bowls.

    Vividly aware of every digit of the hand Gabriel rested against the small of her back, Grace allowed him to usher her to a seat upon the bench. The great room was filled with Alexander Campbell’s warriors, all eating and talking at once. The rumble of their deep voices sounded like thunder as they rose and fell in conversation.

    Did you hear the news, Gabriel? Artair, one of the older clansmen asked from down the table, then continued without pause. Robert the Bruce entrusted Lord James Douglas with carrying his heart t’ the Holy Land.

    Who told you this, Artair?

    ’Twas Duncan. He has just returned from Castle Lorne with news.

    Gabriel frowned. "’Twill be Scotland’s loss when Black Douglas leaves our homeland. He’s a fierce warrior. But the Bruce chose well. I have no doubt his dying wish will be carried out."

    Grace had heard several tales about Black Douglas. But now that the king was dead, all of Scotland seemed to have become afflicted with a feeling of dread. What new trials awaited them?

    Gabriel peeled a hard-boiled egg and set it before her with a thick slab of bread. Grace studied his features. He was loyal to the king, Lord Alexander Campbell, and to Scotland. Should the call to battle sound, he would be among the first to answer it. Fear suddenly stole her appetite and made eating impossible. She accepted the crock of honey and drizzled a wee bit over her bread, hoping the sweetness would make it palatable despite her upset.

    Two of the men wandered over to join the discussion. Bruce Campbell propped his booted foot upon the bench, and, leaning down, braced his forearms across his knee. And when Douglas leaves, a Highland warrior and leader such as he will carry some of the heart of Scotland with him, along with the king’s. We will have lost a well-versed warrior, something we shall need when the English make their move. And ’tis no doubt they will, sooner or later.

    Alexander fought for the Bruce for half a score of years. I will wager he is as skillful in battle as Black Douglas, or any other leader, Gabriel said. ’Twill be Alexander that I follow.

    Let us hope none of us have t’ leave this valley t’ make war upon the English again, Artair said.

    To Grace, the older man’s words seemed the only wise voice at the table. Why were men so eager to fight? The scar that ran the length of Artair’s arm from beneath his jerkin to his wrist looked raw and red, though it had been some time since the injury had happened. The near loss of his arm may have made him appreciate the danger and lent him a more cautious stance.

    ’Twould be my wish t’ avoid a conflict, but not at the expense of having the English boot of tyranny upon m’ neck, Gabriel said.

    All three men nodded in unison. Bruce Campbell’s eyes strayed to Grace.

    She looked away. It had not been so long ago that Bruce Campbell had grabbed her in the great room and nuzzled her neck as though they—Her feelings of outrage, of helplessness returned each time she saw him.

    After a few more minute’s discussion, Bruce Campbell straightened and wandered away. Grace drew a deep relieved breath. Would you like something t’ drink, Gabriel? she murmured.

    Aye.

    She rose to serve him, but he moved more quickly and motioned for her to retain her seat. He strode

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