My Longchamp was a gift from my niece. I guess she got tired
of me eyeing hers. It sounds so wrong but this bag is the love of my life. It's
big enough for me to carry everything from my laptop, books, notebooks, pens,
pencils, water bottles, umbrellas and a bag of takeout. I think it can carry my
four-year-old nephew, that is if I could carry him. I have used it as a
weekender as well with plenty of room to spare. The beautiful brown color
covers any dirt and it's waterproof.
As children, stoic Caelan MacKenzie married feisty Brenna Grant for a
parcel of land and an Earldom. Then the child bride and groom went their
separation ways.
Years later, Caelan is the feared Viking Highlander, a great warrior.
His father lies on his death bed and now Caelan must return home to take his
place as the Chief of Clan MacKenzie. Time has come for him to face his past
and the secret he has carried. Some believe him unworthy to lead.
All but his wife—Brenna knows the true man that he is from the letters
they had been exchanging since childhood. Now at Castle MacKenzie anticipates
her husband's return. Brenna must use her influence to protect the Grant clan
or have her life destroy. And that she refuses to happen.
From the Scottish Highland shores to the rugged glens, the alpha male
and his brave heroine must battle against outside forces to save their wedded
life even as they succumb to their sensual desire.
Can they save all they hold dear including their growing love? Or will
they be defeat and betrayed?
1244, Scotland
His bride didn’t want to marry.
The King of Scotland wanted this wedding. Her holdings
couldn’t fall into the hands of the Islemen. Those Norsemen could not encroach
into Scotland. His father, Laird MacKenzie, wanted this marriage to increase
his holdings and bring an earldom to the family, raising their standing from
barons. Laird Grant wanted this marriage to increase his ties to the powerful
MacKenzies.
His bride wanted a berry tart.
The king, Alexander II, ambled to the aisle and stared at
the little girl, tugging to free her arm from her nursemaid’s grip. Behind the
king, lords and ladies scooted closer, stretching their necks for a glimpse of
the wailing bride.
“After the ceremony, ye may have one.” Her nursemaid tugged
on her arm to drag the wee lass to the altar.
“Nay.” Brenna Grant plopped down on her behind, falling in a
mess of plaid that flopped about her and
a mess of chestnut hair that draped over her face.
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2 comments:
Yes! Now, that is my kind of bag!!!
Lol, Angela! Thanks for stopping by.
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