(The Order of the Scottish Thistle book 1)
Hidden secrets could tear them apart as fast as their passion drove them together
On the Moray coast in Scotland…
Ethne’s genuine and caring nature makes her invaluable to her brother as his son’s caretaker, but he and his wife treat her as little more than their servant. When she learns their tribal leader would use her chaste status for his own purposes, Ethne plans to escape and reluctantly accepts the help of Lachlann—a handsome pilgrim she only just met at the local faire.
Despite her independent spirit, Ethne feels drawn to Lachlann. Her instincts say his intentions are honorable, but can she trust him with her heart?
Raised by his godfather with few clues to his family’s past, Lachlann values his freedom and the brotherhood of his highlander kin. Disguised as a pilgrim on a mission for the priory, he encounters Ethne, a warm, intelligent maiden whose courage in the face of a loveless marriage awakens an intense need to protect her.
Unfortunately, Ethne is one of the very people he must deceive to explore the cave system containing clues to the lost treasure he seeks. But he cannot abandon her to an uncertain fate—or deny the simmering tension between them.
With religious prejudice running high and both of them facing tests of loyalty, Lachlann and Ethne may realize the only way to fight for their futures is to surrender… to each other.
Aside from two years spent in the wilds of the Colorado mountains, Ashley York is a proud life-long New Englander and a hardcore romantic. She has an MA in History which brings with it, through many years of research, a love for primary documents and the smell of musty old libraries. With her author’s imagination, she likes to write about people who could have lived alongside those well-known giants from the past.
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Here is an Excerpt of Lachlann’s Legacy.
“My thanks.” His voice still a bit hoarse, he sat up some and chewed the bread.
“Eat it slowly now.” Ethne offered a small smile.
He nodded, his gaze steady on hers. “Ah, ye’re a sight for these tired eyes.:”
When he cupped her cheek, she turned toward it, placing a kiss on his palm.
“Did I get to tell ye how beautiful ye are?”
“Oh, Lachlann, I am so sorry for all this.” Tears dripped down her cheeks, even as she tried to stay strong. “None of that. Uradech died the way he lived. They’ll see that. Dinna worry so.”
Niall held up his hand to Aldred when he would have commented.
“I do.” Ethne shoved her hair back from her face. “They’re treating ye as if ye’ve done something and ye haven’t. I need to tell them.”
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