A Highlander’s Redemption Like battles, some redemptions cannot be won In early 1746, Alasdair Macintyre is headed home after the rout at Culloden on Drummossie Moor, in sight of Inverness. The battle has been lost and scar on his face that makes him so ferocious-looking that even children run from him in terror. He learns his father has betrothed him to a local lass—a nearly blind woman—in exchange for a sizeable dowry and a chunk of land. The woman brings with her a companion that hates him immediately. He has no interest in having a chain around his neck, not even in the form of a woman he once knew as a girl—a gangly, twig of a girl. When Alasdair learns the English government has sent agents to look for those who fought on the side of Bonnie Prince Charlie his ire arises. An ire that is even more enflamed by a vision from the local sheriff who offers a thinly veiled warning that there is a price of his head. But Beitris is no longer the girl Alasdair Macintyre remembers. She’s blossomed into a stunning woman, though one that is terrified of the scarred Highlander she’s betrothed to. When Beitris learns of the treachery behind the one who has given up Alasdair to the English she’s forced to make a decision. One between her family and the gruff, scarred soldier she’s begun to love. A Highland Inheritance An English heiress has no cause to live in the Highlands. Or does she? Sheriff Colin Ramsey simply wants to keep the peace in the territory. He doesn’t want to have to enforce the Tartan and Dress Act of 1746. Nor does he want to babysit the feisty Highlanders that seek to create chaos and defy the laws—regardless how unjust said laws might be. He doesn’t like complications. Enter Iona Douglas, who brings complications in spades. This stubborn Englishwoman has inherited Scottish Highland property. She scandalously refuses to follow rules or suggestions. She insists—quite stubbornly—on brushing off advice in this lawless land. If only there weren’t feelings involved. If only she wasn’t irresistible. Colin’s problem is figuring out how to keep the lass alive when she seems hell bent on ending up dead. A Highlander’s Love Dougal Craig might have been amused regarding his reputation as a highwayman/ruffian/bandit, when actually, he's nothing of the sort. He just likes his privacy and it doesn't take much for rumors to start. He doesn't bother to deny them. More the better so people leave him alone. He's anti-social but not unfriendly, so he typically shrugs off the opinions of others. He lives quietly out on the moors, taking care of any trouble that comes his way with his guns or his swords. Tyra Fletcher’s running from a secret. But she didn’t plan on running into a musket wielded by Dougal Craig. Now she’s injured and at his mercy. Dougal’s got secrets of his own. His are far more deadly. Who’s protecting who now as this English refugee runs into the wrong end of Dougal’s weapon?