Medieval Monday! The Highlander’s Crusader Bride by Cathy MacRae!

Today, I’m featuring the amazing Cathy MacRae and her novel The Highlander’s Crusader Bride.

What’s it about?

Born in the Holy Land only a few years after the Third Crusade, half-Armenian, half-Scot Arbela MacLean is a true daughter of the desert, beautiful and untamed. Trained to be a warrior to avoid her gentle mother’s fate, Arbela has honed her skills with Turkish bow and arrow, sword, and throwing darts—and dreads the day her father choses a man for her to marry.

After more than thirty years in the Holy Land, Donal MacLean, Baron of Batroun, is recalled to Scotland, the last son available to take up leadership of clan MacLean. He brings with him knights, treasure, trade—and a daughter of marriageable age.

Caelen MacKern, known as the Bull of the Highlands, is cynical about women. His first marriage formed an alliance, and he did not grieve when his spoiled, immature bride passed away. He has agreed to marry again—against his better judgement—for the men, means, and coin to recover from a devastating pestilence that all but wiped out his clan.

More than a little resentful at finding himself forced to remarry, Caelen’s proposal to Donal MacLean’s headstrong daughter nevertheless piques her interest. Each will receive what they want most from life—the ability to live as they please without interference from a meddling spouse. But their marriage of indifference will soon change to one of passion that neither Arbela nor Caelen could have predicted.

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Here’s the continuing excerpt from The Highlander’s Crusader Bride –

“The priest . . . he . . ..” Arbela’s voice trailed off. She leaned forward, catching Father Sachairi’s gaze. “With respect, Father, ye must repeat the declaration.” She leaned further still, and he bent his ear close. “The verb is conjungo, not congelo.”

The priest gave Arbela a startled look. “What right have ye—”

Donal silenced him with a small wave of his hand. “The lass is correct, Father. Dinnae fash. ’Tis easy to mistake the Latin. But my daughter speaks it well.”

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