Plaid to the Bone
By Mia Marlowe
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A bride comes to Bonniebroch. . .
But Cait Grant is hardly dreaming of wedded bliss. For political reasons, she must marry Adam Cameron, laird of Bonniebroch. And then, as a duty to her clan, she must murder him. . .
If only her new husband weren't so devilishly handsome. If only she didn't have to play the loving wife for one long, languorous month. If only she didn't surrender to his softly sensual touch, she would be able to fulfill her duty. If only she didn't fall in love. . .
Praise for Mia Marlowe and her novels
"Marlowe proves she has the 'touch' for strong heroines, wickedly sexy heroes, and love scenes so hot they singe the pages." --USA Today bestselling author Jennifer Ashley
"Sensuality, sexuality, passion and mystery blend into a wonderfully entertaining tale." --Romantic Times
"Both historical and paranormal readers will love this crossover tale." --Publishers Weekly starred review
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Mia Marlowe
Mia Marlowe's work has been featured in PEOPLE magazine and one of her books is on display at the Museum of London Docklands next to Johnny Depp memorabilia! An award-winning author, Mia writes historical romance for Kensington and Sourcebooks and is a member of RockIt*Reads, a group of NY published authors who also self-publish select titles. Mia loves to connect with readers and other writers. Find her at her website, Twitter & Facebook!
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Another wonderful well written historical romance by Mia Marlowe. Its a short easy read that leaves you with a smile and desire for more from this talented author. Cait Grant has been sent by her father to her newly betrothed, Adam Cameron, Laird of Bonniebroch, and long time enemy of Cait's father. Cait has agreed to murder Adam after they are married and a short time has elapsed. Adam has agreed to the betrothal of this woman that he has never met since as laird he must marry and provide heirs. If he can heal a breech between the two warring groups it is all the better. He decides that he will love his wife and shares this info with her. He tells her if they act as if they love each other, it will come to pass. It is in this agreement that out story becomes a story to treasure. It is an excellent read.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This novella is a must read before you go to ‘Plaid Tidings’ (Spirit of the Highlands). I am so glad I read it in order because it explains a lot about the curse that is put on the people of Bonniebroch.
I love anything with a setting in Scotland, so this was just a perfect story to take me there.
Ms. Marlowe sure did a great job of painting the picture of the sixteenth century Scotland with all its political turmoil of young King James V.
I fell in love with Adam Cameron, laird of Bonniebroch, and his intended, Cait Grant, and went through her personal agony right along with her as she makes her choices. I also fell in love with a secondary character of Farquhar, and I must say Ms. Marlowe threw me a curve ball with that character.
This novella has a little bit of everything in it. A bit of magic, romance, good guys, bad guys and a most awesome hero you’ll find in the sixteenth century. Great read and very entertaining.
Melanie for b2b
*Book bought from Amazon. - Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Finished it. Not bad, sexy, light and fun with realistic details. I finished it in about two hours. I give it 3 stars, which is great for a novella.
Some fantastic lines- one favorite, pearls where just given as a gift
.." My old tutor taught me that a pearl is formed because something has irritated the oyster, a grain of sand perhaps, or some other bit of flotsam, and over time the oyster coats nacre around this irritant until it's too smooth to bother it's host.In the process, iy becomes too beautiful to hide away in an oyster.
it occurs to me that we're a bit like a pearl, you and me. We started by irritating each other but will, I believe, over time be left with a thing of beauty shimmering between us......"
I loved that.-sigh
Book preview
Plaid to the Bone - Mia Marlowe
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Chapter 1
"’Tis hard not to be a pessimist if one is a student of human nature. To guard against melancholy, my old philosophy professor encouraged me to be on the watch for the one man who’d give me hope. My ‘one man’ turned out to be a woman:
Cait Grant, my Lady Bonniebroch."
From the journal of Callum Farquhar, itinerant traveler, lover of fine wine, and total fraud.
Scottish Highlands, 1521
I’ve traveled a good many places in this world, milady, but I must say, that’s the ugliest, worst-situated castle I’ve ever seen.
Cait Grant pulled her sturdy Highland pony up short and cast Morgan MacRath a poisonous glare. She hated agreeing with her father’s advisor on anything, but the man had a point.
Bonniebroch’s gray stone was the exact color of the lowering sky. Perhaps if the sun were shining, the granite would glimmer a bit, but now the castle brooded between two sloping hills like a squat toad, all warty and freckled.
May I remind ye I will shortly be the chatelaine of yon ugly castle?
Cait said.
Perhaps it merely lacks a woman’s touch,
Morgan said with a sniff, his tone slick as always.
She didn’t know if he was taunting her or not. He was a slippery devil, and the worst of it was that her father relied on him to the exclusion of all other counselors. Word about the Highlands was that it was hard to tell when Wallace, chieftain of the Grant clan, was talking because Morgan MacRath’s lips moved at the same time. It was as if Wallace had been ensorcelled, folk said.
But they didn’t say it very loud.
Appears there’s a passel o’ people here to welcome ye, milady.
Grizel wrestled her recalcitrant mule even with Cait’s mount. A long strand of the woman’s iron-gray hair escaped from her kerchief, reminding Cait that her maid was not as young as she used to be. But Grizel wasn’t one to complain, even when Cait’s father insisted they travel overland, taking game trails in a circuitous route through the Highlands instead of sailing around to the Firth of Forth and up the River Tay. Mind how many are coming and going over the drawbridge.
Despite the castle’s dour appearance, the festive squeal of bagpipes floated up to their overlook.
I doubt they’re here to welcome me, Grizel,
Cait said. They didna know when we’d arrive.
We’ll never arrive if we tarry here, milady,
said Barclay, one of the two clansmen her father had sent to protect her on the journey. He tugged at his forelock in a gesture of respect, then turned to the other guard. Fife, take the lead.
Fife, a barrel-chested one-eyed fellow, kneed his horse down the steep track without a backward glance, expecting the rest of Cait’s party to follow without question, as if he towed them with invisible tendrils. Morgan fell into line behind him, followed by Cait and Grizel. Barclay formed their rearguard.
Of course, there was no real need for a guard, either before or behind. Cait expected no trouble. They were a small party on purpose so as not to attract much notice as they traveled. Their mounts were sound, but not showy enough to excite envy. No highwaymen would suspect Cait’s more than respectable dowry was secreted in the battered leather pouch draped over Morgan’s saddle. Barclay and Fife were old enough not to appear as dangerous as they really were. Cait’s clothing was so travel-stained and worn, no one would believe she was the wellborn daughter of a clan chieftain on her way to meet her bridegroom. No, they’d encountered no trouble on the road.
The real trouble will start once we arrive.
Fife halted when they reached the castle drawbridge. Shall I ride on alone, milady, and let the laird know ye’re waiting without?
No,
Morgan answered for her. We dinna want him to see her for the first time looking like something the cat dragged back to the stoop. We’ll blend in with the rest of the folk in the bailey till we find the steward. Then he can whisk the lady away to her quarters where she can be made presentable.
Irritation sizzled along Cait’s spine. She might as well have been a prize heifer to be groomed for judging at a fair. Unfortunately, Morgan’s logic was sound. The success of the plan, to which only he and she were privy, depended upon her bridegroom being pleased with her.
They rode under the portcullis and handed over their mounts to the stable lads who led them away to stalls abutting the tall curtain wall. They were asked politely, but firmly, to leave their weapons on the stack by the barbican. Bonniebroch Castle was evidently under the bond of peace.
See to milady,
Morgan told the others. I’ll find the steward.
I’m hopin’ he takes his time,
Grizel said.
Cait hoped so, too. There were rows of makeshift booths set up all around the bailey for them to explore. Tinkers mended pots and pans and offered new gewgaws for sale. Drapers displayed lengths of linen in saffron yellow, a surprisingly vibrant green, and snowy white. Sweetmeat sellers and puppeteers had all the children enthralled, their sticky faces alight with wonder at the exploits of the glove puppets.
Milady,
Barclay said, a gruff warning in his tone. Dinna wander off.
There’s no harm here,
Cait said as she continued to stroll by the booths, stopping to admire a cunningly wrought necklace of amber set in silver. All weapons are forbidden, remember.
Barclay and Fife exchanged a guilty look. Somewhere on their disreputable persons they’d secreted a blade or two. Maybe even a small mace.
She couldn’t really scold them. There was a slim four-inch dagger hidden in the busk of her bodice, which she would never think of surrendering, whether the castle was under the bond of peace or not. Not only did she wear it almost constantly, she knew how to use it.
But before she could ask what small arsenals her guards’ plaids concealed, a clattering uproar erupted on the other side of the bailey. A tall, skeletal man was dragging a much smaller one to the pillory in the center of the open space. Before Cait could turn around, she was swept along with the other fair-goers as they crowded toward this new spectacle. She and Grizel were separated from Barclay and Fife by the press of people.
But I didna do anything,
the little fellow wailed.
Ye’ve been cheating people all day.
I . . . I demand to see the laird to lay my case before him.
Clearly the miscreant was grasping at anything to avoid his sentence. Cait’s father had often expounded on the character qualities of the laird of Bonniebroch. The list didn’t include mercy.
His lordship isna here. I’m the steward of this castle and when Lord Bonniebroch is absent, my word is law,
Skeleton Man said and promptly fastened him into the pillory. This’ll teach ye to play a dishonest game of thimblerig.
When he nailed the man’s ear to the pillory, Cait scrunched her eyes tight, though nothing could keep the squeal of pain from piercing her ears.
The people around her didn’t seem to mind. In fact, the adults seemed as fascinated by what was unfolding before them as the children had been by the puppeteers. They laughed. They pelted the man with small rocks, which made him flinch and tear his bleeding ear a bit more. Several enterprising lads came running with armfuls of rotting vegetables.
Evidently, more folk than the steward had been duped by the fellow’s questionable thimblerig game.
Cait clenched her fists so hard her nails bit into the heel of her hand. The little man probably deserved his punishment, but a game like thimblerig only worked if the player to be duped was greedy. As far as Cait was concerned, anyone fooled by shifting thimbles and a vanishing pea deserved to lose their coin.
Barclay and Fife pushed through the crowd to her side. Come, milady,
Barclay whispered. Let us get you to safety.
I’m no’ the one in danger at the moment,
Cait said. Had the little fellow no friends in the crowd who would step forward to try to shield him?
Rotten vegetables were one thing, but the rocks being tossed had graduated from coin-sized to fist-sized. One struck the man over his right eye. A growing ribbon of crimson streamed down from the gash over his brow and dripped onto the splintered wood of the dais. As if they were a pack of wolves, the crowd seemed excited by the blood.
Cait pressed forward, but Barclay grasped her forearm.
What are ye thinkin’, milady?
"He may be a cheat, but I’m no’ going to watch a man be killed before my eyes and