Check out the new May book by Eliza Knight in her latest historical romance, You've Got Plaid and Enter the Giveaway as well.
You’ve Got Plaid
by Eliza Knight
Publication Date: 5/25/2021
This Highlander is determined to
help his enemy’s daughter get safely home, even if it means his own defeat...
Brogan Grant, a Jacobite soldier
and bastard son of the Chief, fought savagely on the battlefield and barely
escaped capture. On the run for his life, Brogan comes across what he thinks is
a spy—a very bonny lass disguised as a lad, who happens to be the daughter of
his clan’s enemy. He admires her bravery, but he knows what can happen to a
woman alone in a war-ravaged land.
Lady Fiona MacBean is determined
to do her part to ensure there is a Scottish king. Disguised as a healer, she
delivers coded messages to rebels throughout the Highlands. There’s only one
thing impeding her mission—a striking Highlander who’s determined to send her
home.
Unfortunately, Fiona will not be
deterred, no matter what the sexy Scot says. Left with little choice, Brogan
agrees to join her mission if she agrees to return home when it’s over. Now the
two must work together and risk everything to save the life of Bonnie Prince
Charlie himself. If only their hearts weren’t at risk as well…
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Excerpt:
MacBean Lands
Highlands, Scotland
Summer 1725
“What are ye doing?”
Fiona MacBean,
second of four children born to Chief MacBean and his stronghearted
bride, turned around to see her three siblings standing obstinately in a line,
hands on hips, feet tapping.
Her
elder brother had a knowing smirk on his face, as though he’d caught her red-handed.
Her younger brother, Ian, was emulating Gus to a T, and sweet Leanna, the
youngest of the brood, waggled her brows at Fiona in a way that meant she had a
secret and was having a hard time keeping it in.
Fiona
pulled her hands away from the gap in the tree and tried to clear her
expression of anything other than annoyance.
“I’m
just looking for eggs in a quail’s nest.”
“Nay,
ye were no’. Just tell us what ye found.” Gus narrowed his eyes, the same way
their father often did.
“I
told ye, the squirrel ran up the tree. He was running in a circle just here.”
Fiona zigzagged in front of the tree, and then hurried behind it before coming
around the front and pretending to scurry up the bark.
“We
know what ye do when ye come out to the woods,” Ian said, looking up at Gus for
approval.
“Aye,
we know,” Leanna added, not wanting to be left out.
Fiona
crossed her arms and scowled. “The lot of ye are a bunch of storytellers.”
“Och,
who’s telling stories now?” Gus said, taking a step forward.
Fiona
clenched her hands, forgetting she held the slip of paper that had been folded
neatly and shoved into the nook in the tree.
“Who’s
it from?” Ian asked.
“Read
it to us,” Leanna added.
“Hand
it over. If ye dinna, we’ll only be forced to take it from ye.” Gus held
out his hand.
At
twelve years old herself, Fiona didn’t often take orders from her brother, born
just shy of eleven months before her. But if he were threatening to tackle her
to the ground, that was something entirely different. Gus was bigger than her,
having just shot up another four inches in the past summer. But she was faster…
Fiona
took off at a run.
As a
little girl, she’d spent a great deal of time running through the forest, her
feet slipping on leaves, boots catching on roots. She’d hidden in the hollows
of trees, leapt over fallen oaks, slid down embankments. There was no nook or
cranny in the forest she’d not claimed as her own. And as much as her siblings
tried to find her in every single one, they were not always successful.
Her
father didn’t like her traipsing off alone in the forest, especially not with
the uprising. The damned loyalists, who she assumed were the English when he
said it, had been a nuisance to all their hides for as long as she could
remember.
Fiona
had been born just a couple of years before the first Jacobite rising in 1715,
and in fact, on her second birthday, her da had been away meeting with a war
council along with other prominent Scots and titled men from England. Had
fought beside old King James, and proudly showed his battle scars whenever he
was a bit too deep in his cups. He’d been a sprite man of about twenty-five
back then. There’d been a few more battles since, but none won, as yet. That
didn’t mean they were going to give up.
Every
year, Fiona went with her father to a secret meeting of the lairds and earls
and other warriors to discuss their latest plans. They thought she was off
gallivanting with her friends and siblings, not paying attention. Which she
mostly was, but she was also very good at spying, and so the children often had
her listen in on the talks, then bring back the news of what she’d learned.
There
was one particular lad who seemed keen on her skills. His name was Aeneas but
he asked her to call him Aes, and he had a smile that could melt the heart
of even a lass who spent more time than not irritated with lads, namely her
brothers.
He’d
caught her one of the days listening in on an important conversation.
She
didn’t see him in the hall with any of the other children, nor did she see him
accompany any of the lairds. Aes was just as much a mystery to her as
anyone else.
When
she talked with her friends Jenny and Annie about him, they couldn’t figure out
who Aes was, either, so they spent their days and evenings searching
out the boy with the soot-colored hair and a mischievous grin. But he only seemed
to show up when Fiona least expected it, and when her friends weren’t around,
to prove he wasn’t a ghost.
Every
year she saw Aes, and their fondness for each other grew. Just this past
spring, he’d told her he didn’t want to wait until next year to see her again.
Fiona suggested he write to her instead, to which he wrinkled his nose. If he
was writing her letters, her father would want to know who he was, and he’d
want to read them.
Fiona
had asked what was wrong with her da knowing who Aes was, but he said
it was best no one knew, so they’d sketched a map of the wood surrounding her
family’s small lands, and she’d drawn an X on the spot where there was a tree
with a secret nook that she often hid pretty rocks in. If Aes could
find it and leave her letters there, their friendship was meant to be.
She’d
been checking that tree for months, and today was the first time she’d found
anything—a piece of folded paper, and she’d be damned if she was going to let
one of her sticky-fingered siblings get their hands on it.
***
Excerpted from You’ve Got Plaid by Eliza Knight. © 2021 by Eliza Knight. Used with
permission of the publisher, Sourcebooks
Casablanca, an imprint of Sourcebooks, Inc. All rights reserved.
ELIZA KNIGHT is an award-winning and USA Today bestselling author of over fifty
sizzling historical romances. While not reading, writing, or researching for
her latest book, she chases after her three children. In her spare time (if
there is such a thing…) she likes daydreaming, wine-tasting, traveling, hiking,
staring at the stars, watching movies, shopping, and visiting with family and
friends.
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