Or will someone else save her from this fate?
A highlander bride knows her duty. She is the bride price for peace. But after she notices her new nephew-in-law, she wishes her bridal night were with the other lord of the house. Will her wish come true?
A copy of this book was received from the author in exchange for an honest review.
This novelette takes place in 18th century Scotland. On the day of her wedding, eighteen-year-old Lady McPherson travels to her betrothed’s castle to meet Lord McFarris (fiancé) for the first time. The virginal Lady McPherson knows she will not have a magical first encounter with her husband. Why? Because he is an eighty-one-year-old Lord who is described as frail and decrepit.
Lady McPherson’s hand in marriage, given as a peace offering between clans, was intended to strengthen allegiances and inevitably avoid a blood bath between the two rivaling families. With her spirits running low, Lady McPherson resigns to marry the elder Lord McFarris, and stop the impending bloodshed thus saving her loved ones. She is acutely aware of her place in this twisted game and must do her duty.
Upon arrival, she is pleasantly surprised when she sets eyes on the younger Lord McFarris (her future nephew-in-law). And she’s not alone in her desires. He has been mentally devouring her since the moment she stepped off the carriage.
Her first night of wedlock does not go the way she assumed. The crippled elder Lord McFarris can barely hold his shoulders straight let alone the most important male organ required to consummate a marriage. Fast asleep without so much as an advance, it seems his bedding years have long since passed. Fortunately, the younger McFarris is determined to keep the family line strong, and he makes sure the new bride is “well-received” and properly acquainted to her new role and purpose.
Highlander Bride Taken is a short twenty-minute read with a steamy ending, as one can imagine given the title. The author gives an admirable effort to place the reader in the shoes of Lady McPherson through 18th-style prose with only a smattering of contemporary phrases. The idea of being with an older man with tissue paper skin and wiry grey hair in undesirable places does cause one to read the beginning of this story with thighs clenched tight. When the author equates the elder Lord McFarris to the narrator’s “grandfather” my first reaction was to gouge my eyes out, but I like to drive and enjoy watching television, so I went with it. I believe this was the reaction the author was after. So well done.To top it all off, the elder McFarris has a penchant for falling asleep at inopportune moments, specifically at the wedding celebration and the ever-so-important moment she is to be “taken”.
Luckily, the younger McFarris, a tartan-clad stud whose bagpipe is always full of wind, enters the scene. His concern over her reproductive organs is endearing. He would have made an excellent 18th century OB/GYN. But alas, the younger and chiseled Scotsman, does his duty by taking what his uncle could not. And take it he does.
This no nonsense erotic story gets right down to business within ten or so minutes of reading. It’s well written, and has an intriguing yet simultaneously disturbing premise, which I applaud the author for devising—give me interesting, I will read it! Alas, my obstinate brain seeks closure, and for me, I would have liked to have seen the aftermath for their seemingly reckless actions. Maybe a good old-fashioned dungeon whipping or the like? Overall, I believe the story accomplished what the author set out to do … deliver a sexy short tale of forbidden lust.