TAMING THE SCOTSMAN.
By Kinley MacGregor.
Prologue.
Today was the anniversary ofthe day. The day that had changed Ewan MacAllister"s life forever.
In one moment, he had been the naive son of a respected and feared laird.
In the next, he"d been the murderer of his own brother.
His stomach knotted by grief and guilt, Ewan stared out across the loch where its dark, choppy waves s.h.i.+mmered like gla.s.s, and remembered his brother Kieran"s face. Remembered the day he had taken the one thing Kieran had loved more than life itself.
"d.a.m.n you, Isobail," he snarled before he downed the last of the ale in his flagon.
If not for Isobail and her evil machinations, the world in which he lived would have been an entirely different place. Ewan would have married Catie ingen Anghus. And no doubt Kieran would have married Fia of the MacDouglas clan and they would have lived out their lives as close friends.
Now his brother was lost to the blackened depths of this loch and Ewan was sworn to live out his life alone, paying penance for the fact that he had cost his brother his immortal soul.
Ewan had brought untold pain and suffering to all the people he loved and death to the brother who had meant the world to him.
It never ceased to amaze him just how easily so many lives could be destroyed by one foolish decision.
One decision he would give up his own soul to change.
Agony washed through him anew. Somewhere out there in the peaceful depths of the loch rested the body of the brother he"d been closest to. The brother who had been his best friend, his confidant.
Though Ewan loved his other brothers, it had been Kieran who had walked beside him through thick and thin. Kieran whom he had trusted with the deepest secrets of his heart.
Until the day Isobail had come between them with her lies and schemes. She had been gifted with the face of heaven and the soul of Satan"s daughter.
No one had ever mattered to her, but herself.
Ewan drew a ragged sigh, his eyes stinging from his unshed tears as he recalled the moment that had shattered their youths...
"I loveyou , Ewan." Isobail"s dark blue eyes had brimmed with tears as her long blond hair moved in the breeze.
She"d grabbed him while he was on his way to the stables and pulled him behind the keep, into his mother"s garden.
Once there, she had thrown herself into his arms and kissed him with a pa.s.sion the likes of which he"d never tasted before or since.
Barely more than a lad, he"d been unable to fully understand her words. How could a woman so fair, so fine, even have a pa.s.sing care for a lanky lad who could scarce walk about without banging his head into something?
Ewan knew he didn"t have the handsomeness or charms of his brothers. It was a fact everyone commented on.
So how could Isobail want to be alone with him?
He"d tried to pull away, but she"d refused.
"You are promised to Kieran," he"d said.
Her viperous eyes had filled with more tears. "That is of Kieran"s doing, not mine. I tried to tell him that I do not love him, but he won"t listen."
Her hand had burned into his arm as she rubbed the muscles there and leaned her body against his invitingly. "Please, Ewan, you must help me. I dinna want to be bound to a man I dinna love. One who listens, but never hears a word I say. It isyou I need. You who have won my heart with your silent power. I want a man who can care for me, protect me. One who doesn"t bore me with words. Take me to England and I will be yours forevermore."
Young and foolish, he"d believed her while never knowing she"d said the very same words to Kieran to get him to take her away from Robby MacDouglas. Robby had been her father"s choice of husband, but Isobail had refused to see the union met. She"d told Kieran that she loved him and that if he would help her, she would gladly be his wife.
However, the only person Isobail loved was herself.
In the quietness of the garden on that spring day, Ewan had lost his innocence in more ways than one.
Three days later, the two of them were sneaking out of the bailey and headed to England supposedly to meet up with Isobail"s aunt, who would take them in.
In truth, they had been riding to meet Isobail"s English lover.
Ewan would never in his life forget the sight of the arrogant man who had been waiting for them. The sight of Isobail and her lover embracing.
It was her lover"s hall they had journeyed to, not her aunt"s.
Her eyes had been s.h.i.+ning with satisfaction as she imparted her devious plan to her lover, told him how she had fooled the MacAllisters into bringing her safely to his arms.
First, she"d tried to get Kieran to take her to England, but when Kieran had decided to keep her in Scotland and marry her for himself, she"d turned her sights on Ewan, knowing he would be unable to stay there if he was to have her.
I knew he"d have no choice save to bring me. How could he stay at home while Kieran was there to hate him?
Enraged over their deception, Ewan had challenged and fought the English knight. But too young to have gleaned much skill and too uncoordinated to match the smaller man"s agility, Ewan had lost the battle.
Defeated mentally and physically, he had been forced from the hall and sent on his way.
To this day the betrayal hung in Ewan"s heart with the weight of a millstone.
The entire way back to Scotland, he"d vowed to make it up to Kieran. To tell his brother they were both better off without the faithlessness of Isobail.
But he"d come home to his brother"s wake. Back to a home filled with grief over the fact that Kieran, unable to live without Isobail, had killed himself.
On this very day years past, his brother had come to this sh.o.r.e, doffed his clothes and sword, and walked out into the murky depths of the loch, where he had found an end to the pain of his broken heart.
How Ewan wished he could find his own release.
"I"m so sorry, Kieran," Ewan whispered to the waves that lapped at his booted feet. "If I could, brother, I"d gladly give you my life so that you could have yours back."
As it had so many times before, the thought of joining Kieran crossed his mind. It would be so easy to just walk out into the waves as Kieran had done and let their soothing peace end his pain, too.
To sink himself to the bottom of the loch, where he could finally make amends to Kieran...
Chapter 1.
It took a lot of nerve to face the devil in his lair. Or in the case of Eleanor ingen Alexander, it just took a lot of desperation. Desperation that hung in her heart and throat, choking her with its urgency.
If the devil refused to help her...
Well, she"d walk herself to England alone then. No one would sway her from this course. No one. Not her father, not her mother.
Not even "the devil" himself.
As she neared the cave at the top of the mountain, her courage faltered. Could a man really live in a cave? That was the rumor, but until now she"d a.s.sumed it to be nothing more than a myth made up by men who were too afraid of Ewan MacAllister to face him.
After all, the MacAllisters were the most respected and feared men in all of Scotland. They were also said to be the richest. Surely such men, unlike her burly and irksome father, would have some form of refinement.
Wouldn"t they?
Yet as she looked about the barren mountain-top, she saw nothing even remotely resembling a cabin or home.
Ewan MacAllister really was the barbarian of legend.
"That"s just as well," she said, lifting the hem of her dark blue skirt to step around a cl.u.s.ter of rocks. She might be dreaming in her heart of a refined gentleman of courtly virtues to win her hand, but a barbarian was what she needed at the moment.
A barbarian with a mighty big sword.
From all she"d heard, Ewan MacAllister was just what her adventure called for.
At the top of the craggy slope, she realized that the "cave" had a wooden door that was mostly concealed by brush and dirt. Apparently Ewan had no desire for visitors.
Any other time, she would take the hint and respect his wishes, but right now, she couldn"t afford to.
Her need for freedom was much greater than his for solitude.
Nora started to knock, then paused as she looked about the small cleared area.
What an interesting place he had here. The cave looked out onto the loch far below where the sunlight glistened on the water. It was a breathtaking view. Calm. Serene. No wonder the man had chosen it.
Surely a true barbarian wouldn"t be able to appreciate something as refined and beautiful as this view.
It gave her hope.
Moving back to the door, she knocked on it.
No one answered.
"h.e.l.lo?" she called, knocking louder. "Is anyone there?"
Still no answer.
Undaunted, she tried the door. The latch clicked, and it opened easily enough.
Inside she found an even more interesting abode. The floor was covered with plush rugs and rushes. The stone walls even held a few tapestries to blot the dampness. There was a strangely designed fireplace that had a bent flume and chimney to go out the side of the mountain instead of up through the top. A table and two chairs were set before it.
But the most interesting thing of all was the bed at the rear. Large and lush, it looked as if it belonged in some fine n.o.ble"s castle, not stuck out in the midst of the woods, on top of a mountain.
Ewan MacAllister was a strange man indeed.
Why would he choose such a place and then bring with him the comforts of home?
And it was then she heard the snarling sound of the beast himself. It was a brief, eerie kind of snort, terrifying and deep.
Her heart skipped, then pounded as she realized it came from the large bed. All she could see from her position by the door was a dark lump she now a.s.sumed was a man.
He was asleep?
It was high afternoon, too early to be abed for the night and too late to be abed from the morning.
A nap perhaps?
Or was he ill?
Please, not sickness. She needed him to be hale and hearty for this venture. A sick barbarian wouldn"t do at all.
"Excuse me?" she asked, stepping nearer the lump. "Lord Ewan, might I have a word with you?"
Only the snore answered her.
Well, bother this. Here she"d come all this way; expecting to face an ogre and all she got was a sleeping cub. Where was the giant of legend who terrified everyone who spoke his name?
She needed that fearsome beast.
Aye, sheneeded him.
Stiffening her spine, she approached the bed, then faltered again as she saw him clearly for the first time in the dim light of the cave.
He lay on his side, spread out across the mattress as naked as the day he"d entered the world.
Not once in her life had Nora ever beheld a naked man, but she was quite certain no other man looked as fine and handsome as this one.
Especially not while he slept.
His long, muscled limbs seemed to go on forever. He was so large in stature and muscle that the bed barely accommodated him, and if he were stretched out to his full height, she was certain his arms and legs would be left dangling over the edges.