Her Highland Yule: The Logans of Lastalrig, #2

By Debbie Mumford

Time traveler Catriona Logan is now Laird Eideard's wife and the lady of Lastalrig Castle. The happy couple is about to spend their first Christmas together, but as Cat soon discovers, Christmas isn't Christmas in the Highlands of Scotland during the mid-1400s ... it's Yule!

• Language: English
• Publisher: WDM Publishing
• Release date: Nov 15, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393423829

Debbie Mumford

Debbie Mumford specializes in speculative fiction—fantasy, paranormal romance, and science fiction. Author of the popular Sorcha’s Children series, Debbie loves the unknown, whether it’s the lure of space or earthbound mythology. Her work has been published in multiple volumes of Fiction River, as well as in Heart’s Kiss Magazine, Spinetingler Magazine, and other popular markets. She writes about dragon-shifters, time-traveling lovers, and ghostly detectives for adults as Debbie Mumford and contemporary fantasy for tweens and young adults as Deb Logan.

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Her Highland Yule

Her Highland Yule

A Logans of Lastalrig Story

Debbie Mumford

WDM Publishing

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

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Chapter 1

Lady Catriona Logan swept into the great hall of Lastalrig Castle, her tartan skirt swishing around her ankles and her corsage laced so tightly she could feel her every breath. Hands fisted on hips, she paused to admire the decorations. The huge stone hearth at the far end of the room was swept clean, ready for the lighting of the Yule log when the men returned from procuring the traditional birch tree. The brass candle sconces fairly shone, having been polished for the festivities. Once the wicks were lit, the beeswax candles would cast a pearly glow on the rough stone walls. Fresh rushes were strewn across the flagstone floor, and the tables and walls were bedecked with holly, ivy, and mistletoe. In pride of place hung a beautifully woven kissing branch. The large spherical ornament was suspended from the rafters above a spot right in front of the head table where Cat and her highland laird Eideard would be seated.

Christmas at Lastalrig was like nothing Cat had ever experienced.

In the six months since she’d fallen through time to land in Eideard’s life, she’d grown accustomed to the Scotland of 1452, but Christmas … well, Christmas was a time for