The Daughters of Alastair MacDougall Book II
#9 on Amazon in Scottish Historical Romance;
#14 on Amazon in Medieval Historical
Bent on overcoming the belief he’s failed his aging father, Laird Alec Campbell concentrates on proving his worth to his people. He provides for them and leads men into battle, vowing never again to disappoint his clan or lose his heart.
Bound by a promise to her dying mother, Heather MacDougall secretly leads rebel warriors in her quest to keep her clan intact and hold off those who plot to overtake her father’s land. She fights to keep her secrets safe, while resisting the lure of the handsome young laird who challenges her defenses.
They can’t deny their passionate attraction, but can their love survive their secrets?
What Readers Are Saying…
“Lane McFarland’s characters come to life on the pages of this story. If you want to fall in love with a love story grab this book and start reading.” TLW
“I have found my new favorite genre in “historical romance” with Lane McFarland’s new series! I’ve read and loved both Heather and Cameron and now can’t wait for the next sister’s story. A strong, intelligent woman and a manly man hero make this story un-put-down-able!” CBG
“A daring heroine and an honorable hero in an enjoyable Scottish romance. Lane McFarland creates Heather’s world in such detail, you really feel like you’re there, both in the family castle and on the battlefield.” Library Vixen
“Lane McFarland, once again, delivers an awesome read with her latest book, Heather, The Daughters of Alastair MacDougall. Lane fills the pages of this book with action, suspense, excitement, and, of course, romance. McFarland weaves an incredible tale of Heathers trials, tribulations and triumphs…this is a MUST read that keeps you reading into the wee hours of the night!!” GiGi
“Great love story with a strong heroine and a sexy hero.” A.B. Howland
How About an Excerpt?
In this scene, Alec is helping Heather with an All Hallow’s Eve festival.
Alec sat on a table, his feet resting on a bench with his forearms braced on his thighs. Heather laughed and hugged a lass to her side. How he missed hearing the sound of her voice, smelling the faint scent of lavender drifting from her blonde hair. How he missed the feel of her soft skin and looking into the depths of her blue eyes. She was a soothing balm to his tortured soul. She made him forget—the war, the atrocities inflicted upon his brother Scots, and aye, the bloodshed by his blade—just for a moment.
Heather hiked her brown woolen skirt and hurried to him. She placed her hands on his. “Will ye help with the tug of war?” Her eyes sparkled. “It’s a tradition between the lads and lassies.”
He wanted to wrap his arms around her, nuzzle her neck and bury his face in her thick tresses. “Aye, I’ll help.”
“To make it a fair fight, ye will lead the girls, and I’ll lead the boys.”
He squeezed her hands and winked. “Sounds like a challenge. Care to place a wee wager on yer team?”
Her eyes narrowed, and she tilted her head to the side. “Just what kind of a wager did ye have in mind?”
He stroked her wrist in small circles. “If ye win, I’ll honor yer wish.”
Her gaze locked onto his.
“If I win, ye’ll honor mine,” he added, the sound of his voice came out husky and seductive.