Journey to the treacherous and tempestuous Highlands of fifteenth century Scotland in Hannah Howell's passionate tale of a feisty beauty determined to uncover the softer side of the iron-willed warrior who has wed her, bed her&and stolen her heart. Though she has yet to be courted by any man, spirited Gillyanne Murray decides the time has come to visit the dower lands gifted to her by her father's kinsmen. She arrives to find the small keep surrounded by three lairds, each one vying for her hand&and property. Though resolved to refuse them all, the threat of battle on her threshold forces her to boldly choose a suitor: Sir Connor MacEnroy, a handsome, daring knight of few words. As his wife, Gillyanne is stunned by his terse, cold distance-and her own yearning to feel passion in his arms. Now, bringing her healing touch to a land and a keep ravaged by treachery and secret enemies, she dares to reach out for the one thing she fears she may forever be denied&her husband's closely guarded heart.
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1 . Enjoyable...
Posted February 17, 2010 by Abby , Vancouver, BC...although this is a romance novel, Howell keeps you entertained through out the whole book
2 . A fabulous read
Posted December 11, 2009 by F , MTI loved this book. It was the first that I read from Hannah Howell and it totally captivated me. I love the heroine and the unique characters. Overall I have come to love all of the Murray clan. Enjoy.
3 . Good Historical Irish Romance
Posted March 09, 2009 by Donna , Stacy, MNThis was the first book I read by Hannah Howell. I like the book and I like the female character int he book. If you like historical romance novels of Ireland and Scotland from the 1300's to 1600's it is a good book. This one is my favorite by this author so far as some do tend to get boring and I stop reading them after awhile but not this one.
June 30, 2004
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Excerpt from Highland Bride by Hannah Howell
"I dinnae think our mother was verra pleased about this, Gillyanne."
Gillyanne smiled at the handsome auburn-haired James who rode at her side. He was the brother of her heart, and even he knew that the woman he called his mother was actually his aunt. Soon he would claim his heritage, become laird of Dunncraig, but Gillyanne knew it would be only a distance of miles that would separate them, never one of heart or spirit. She also knew that he did not think she was completely wise in her decision to travel to her dower lands.
"And did ye have to bring those thrice-cursed cats?" he muttered.
"Aye. There may be rats there," she replied calmly.
She reached down to gently scratch the ears of her two cats, Ragged and Dirty. Ragged was a huge dark yellow tom who well fit his name, with one eye gone, one ear missing a bite-sized chunk, and numerous battle scars. Dirty was a sweet, delicate female, a mottled patternless blend of black, grey, orange and white, who had not truly suited her name from the moment she had been rescued and cleaned. They traveled everywhere with her in a special fur-lined leather basket that was firmly attached to her saddle. The three of them had not been separated in three years, not since the day she had found them where they had been cruelly tossed into a rat-infested dungeon cell at a neighboring keep. Both of them had been weak and bloodied, the cell littered with more dead and dying rats than she had had the stomach to count. They had both more than earned their keep since she had brought them home with her.
"Oh, aye." James nodded and reached out to briefly pet both cats, revealing that his harsh words were not heartfelt. " 'Tis nay like home at Dubhlinn. S'truth, Mither and I could gain little knowledge about your tower house save to learn that 'tis nay a ruin. Mither felt that the trouble was that the mon she traded messages with didnae truly understand what she was asking of him or what she wished to hear. The mon thought safe; she thought clean. The mon thought protection; she thought comfort. She finally decided safe and protected would suit us for now, that -twas clear a woman's eye was needed."
"'Tis because this used to be MacMillan land and 'tis a MacMillan mon who guards it. Mither doesnae ken him weel, save that my great-uncle MacMillan praises his worth, and the mon doesnae ken Mama. Weel, this visit should mend all of that."