Highlander Bride Taken (Scottish Erotic Tales #1) by Lynda Belle

Screen Shot 2015-05-25 at 10.54.48 AMWill a new bride go through with her wedding night? Even if the groom is 81 years old?

Or will someone else save her from this fate?

A highlander bride knows her duty. She is the bride price for peace. But after she notices her new nephew-in-law, she wishes her bridal night were with the other lord of the house. Will her wish come true?

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He led me to stand before the people gathered in the courtyard. “Good morrow, my lady. This is my clan. They stand before you in welcome to claim you as an addition to our family.” The young man still held my hand as if I would break.

“Thank you for welcoming me. I stand before you a tribute bride for the peace and wellbeing of both our clans.” I tried to speak with the dignity my heritage gave me. I was representing my people. I knew my father and mother would be proud. Today I was to become a woman.

“Your brothers have already arrived to be witnesses for the marriage. The ladies are ready to prepare you for tonight’s ceremony.” He let go of my hand. I felt the cold reach my fingers where his strong hand had made warm.

“Thank you, my lord.”

“You may call me Lord McFarris.” My heart skipped at the mention of his name. Could it be? Was he to be my lord for tonight’s ceremony?

His next words sunk my heart. “My uncle is too fragile today to greet you. He can’t make it down to see you. He has sent me in his stead to welcome you. I am his nephew.”

“Thank you, my lord.” Hope sank as I realized my future nephew-in-law was standing before me. If only he was to be my Lord McFarris. But the words of my brothers rang true. Somewhere within the castle was the lord I was to marry, old and feeble, and I was to be his bride.

“Come, my lady, we shall prepare you for the festivities.” A woman stepped forward, a smile on her face. She was plump and motherly, as tender as my own mother. “I am his lordship’s sister. I will help you prepare for your bridal night.”

I walked towards her only looking back for a moment to say, “Thank you for the heartfelt welcome, my Lord McFarris. I look forward to making this my home.”

“I look forward to having you here, my lady.” His smile lit up his face, his chiseled jaw lighting a fire within me. My heart ached with a longing I’d not felt before now. I wanted him to take me tonight. My consciousness knew it would be wrong. But my future husband’s nephew made my desire flare to new levels. A wedding night would be unforgettable with him. But if found, what would his cousins and my brothers do to us?

As I walked away, I could feel his eyes follow me as I entered the corridor into the castle.