The Lost Laird from Her Past by Jeanine Englert
A second chance…With her first love!
Lady Brenna Stewart is grateful to be saved from her burning carriage—only her rescuer is Laird Garrick MacLean, the man she once loved and lost! He seems determined to protect her from the unknown enemy pursuing her across the Scottish Highlands. But, bitterly hurt by his past betrayal, she needs answers. Why did he abandon her? And how can she keep her heart safe now, when the connection between them is as strong as ever…
Context: In chapter three, Laird Garrick MacLean and Lady Brenna Stewart have just escaped an attack from mercenaries along their travels to his home at Westmoreland. They have had a hasty and unexpected reunion after Garrick finds her injured in a burning carriage along the hillside upon his return to the Highlands. It has been over a year since they have seen one another and had once planned to marry. Garrick does not know that everyone believed him dead due to his long absence and that Brenna has moved on with her life . . . until now.
Excerpt from Chapter 3 of The Lost Laird from Her Past:
‘Care to tell me why a band of English mercenaries are hunting you through the Highlands? And where you learned to throw a blade?’ Garrick tugged the reins for his mount to set off for Westmoreland once more.
They were safe. For now.
‘As much as I don’t wish to admit it, the throw was luck. And mercenaries? How do you know that is who they were? There is no reason for them to be after us. Perhaps we were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.’
‘Mercenaries do everything with purpose. I’ve seen many similar scenes over the last year. It was intentional. You were targeted. I want to know why.’ His words were tight and clipped. Anger and upset at almost losing her bubbled in his gut.
‘I can’t imagine why. Arthur and his son were merely bringing me back home.’
‘Who are they? Why were you not travelling with your father’s men with proper protection? Those men didn’t look capable of protecting you. One of them was just a boy.’
Brenna squared her shoulders and shifted further away from him. ‘Father selected a husband for me. He sent me south to meet with him one final time to settle the terms of our engagement and pending marriage. A Mr Stephen Winters. He divides his time between London, Edinburgh and Oban. His driver, Arthur, and his son agreed to take me back to Glenhaven this eve rather than tomorrow. They worked for him, this man I am to marry.’
Every fibre of Garrick’s body tightened and ached.
Saints be. She was to marry another man and he was English? How much could a man take? He shook his head. While he knew he’d purposefully and willfully given up on the idea of marrying Brenna, knowing she was promised to another made jealousy bloom tight and full in his chest. And anger too. She had moved on quite easily from the idea of him once she’d believed he was dead.
‘And what of us?’ he asked. ‘What of our understanding?’
‘What understanding? We were not officially engaged. I waited for you, but you never came home. You never wrote. Nothing. It is as if you are a ghost returned from the dead. It’s been over a year without a word from you to anyone. Not me, nor your family. What else was I and everyone else to believe?’
‘As you can see, I’m not dead, nor a ghost.’
‘Aye, here you are,’ she added under her breath.
‘What does that mean?’ he asked, irritation sharpening the edge of his words once more.
Silence was his answer.
‘Why did you not wait for me?’ The words surprised even him as they fell from his lips. He’d intentionally let her go. He had no claim or demands he could make. Not really. Heat flushed his face. He sounded like old Garrick. Lovesick and hopeful.
It turned his stomach.
She scoffed, facing him. ‘Wait! I did. It’s been over a year. What were we all supposed to think, especially me? Should I have waited for ever?’
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Jeanine Englert’s love affair with mysteries and romance began with Nancy Drew, Murder She Wrote, and her Grandmother’s bookshelves full of romance novels. She is a VIVIAN® and Golden Heart® Finalist as well as a Silver Falchion, Maggie, and Daphne du Maurier Award Winner in historical romance and mystery. Her Scottish Highland historical and historical romantic suspense novels revolve around characters seeking self-acceptance and redemption. When she isn’t wrangling with her characters on the page, she can be found trying to convince her husband to watch her latest Masterpiece or BBC show obsession. She loves to talk about books, writing, her beloved rescue pups, as well as mysteries and romance with other readers. Visit her website at www.jeaninewrites.com.
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