Blurb: The stunning follow-up novella in New York Times bestselling author Karen Ranney's beloved Clan Sinclair series.
It's true love in the Scottish highlands. When Ceana Sinclair Mead married the youngest son of an Irish duke, she never dreamed that seven years later her beloved Peter would die. Her three brothers-in-law thought she would be grateful to remain a proper widow. After three years of this, she's ready to scream. She escapes to Scotland, only to discover she's so much more than just the Widow Mead.
In Scotland, Ceana crosses paths with Bruce Preston, an American tasked with a dangerous mission by her brother, Macrath. Bruce is too attractive for her peace of mind, but she still finds him fascinating. Their one night together is more wonderful than Ceana could have imagined and she has never felt more alive.
But when the past reaches out in the form of an old foe, Ceana's life is in danger. Now Bruce fights to become her savior-and-more-if she'll let him.
"Have you always lived there?"
Did he realize what she was asking? From his smile, it seemed as if he did.
"Only for the last five years," he said.
So there weren't memories in every room, around every corner, unlike her situation in Ireland.
Iverclaire was a grand castle, more than adequate for the four brothers and their wives with room left over for a dozen or more family members.
She's found refuge from memories by moving into one of the abandoned gardener's cottages on the estate. It boasted three rooms, adequate space for her and the girls. The kitchen was ample, opening up into a large sitting room. The girls had one bedroom and she the other. More than anything else, it offered privacy and silence, blessed silence.
"Macrath and I grew up in Edinburgh and I'm surprised he chose to live here."
"While I greet the Atlantic each day. The ocean appears angry more of the time, unlike here."
"My daughters would like the beach," she said. "And the grotto."
She felt her cheeks warm at the mention of the grotto and wished she hadn't said anything. He would think she was recalling the first time she saw him and of course she was doing no such thing. The fact the image of him was seared into her mind was something she needed to remedy.
Author Bio: Karen Ranney began writing when she was five. Her first published work was The Maple Leaf read over the school intercom when she was in first grade. In addition to wanting to be a violinist (her parents had a special violin crafted for her when she was seven), she wanted to be a lawyer, a teacher, and, most of all, a writer. Though the violin was discarded early, she still admits to a fascination with the law, and she volunteers as a teacher whenever needed. Writing, however, has remained the overwhelming love of her life.