The Groom Wore Plaid
Highland Weddings
Series
By Gayle Callen
Avon Romance
February 23, 2016
Mass-Market ISBN: 9780062268006 * $7.99
E-ISBN 9780062268013 *
$5.99
Falling in love means
tempting fate in this passionate new novel in USA Today bestselling author
Gayle Callen’s Highland Wedding series.
Maggie McCallum’s dreams
about her new fiancé aren’t the romantic sort. It’s not just that she was
bartered to Owen Duff like a piece of property to end a clan feud. She’s also
haunted by premonitions of his death on their upcoming wedding day. Yet the
exasperating Highlander won’t let her call it off, even though his life and his
clan are both in jeopardy.
Owen has wanted Maggie in
his bed since he first glimpsed her years ago. If their union restores peace
between their clans, so much the better. But while lusting after another
chief’s sister had its risks, growing to trust Maggie is far more dangerous.
Owen is falling deeply in love with the one woman he cannot hope to claim…and
survive.
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About the Author
After a detour through
fitness instructing and computer programming, GAYLE CALLEN found the life she’d
always dreamed of as a romance writer. This USA Today bestselling author has
written more than twenty historical romances for Avon Books, and her novels have
won the Holt Medallion, the Laurel Wreath Award, the Booksellers’ Best Award,
and been translated into eleven different languages. The mother of three grown
children, an avid crafter, singer, and outdoor enthusiast, Gayle lives in
Central New York with her dog Uma and her husband, Jim the Romance Hero. She
also writes contemporary romances as Emma Cane.
Visit her website at www.gaylecallen.com.
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Excerpt:
Scotland, 1717
Maggie
McCallum was only sixteen and Owen Duff eighteen the autumn their families
spent in Edinburgh. Her mother had said she was too young for courtship, but
Maggie secretly scoffed at that. Men looked at her now, and she was finally
allowing herself to give a flirtatious look back.
And
then at a dancing assembly, she saw Owen, Viscount Duncraggan, heir to the
earldom of Aberfoyle. She’d met him only once before, at a dinner with their
parents. She’d been twelve, he fourteen, and he’d ignored her. Now a friend
giggled and pointed him out.
“He’s
from the Duff clan,” the girl said. “Even I ken that the McCallums and the
Duffs have always despised each other.”
Maggie
nodded without really listening. She was staring at Owen with wide, curious
eyes. He did not wear a belted plaid as so many of her family did, but an
expensive tailored coat and waistcoat over knee breeches, and the polished
sword at his hip sparkled in the candlelight when he strode across the dance
floor to bow to a blushing girl. He had a thin face and bony shoulders that
hinted at the broad strength of the man he would become. His sandy hair was
gathered in a haphazard queue on his neck, loose strands brushing his cheeks as
if he were too busy to be bothered fastening it more securely.
“Isn’t
your brother to marry his sister? Ye’ll be practically family.”
Family
or not, Maggie knew better than to be the McCallum who approached a Duff in
public, right in front of her mother. She thought of her brother’s misery at
marrying a woman he didn’t know or love, the way he’d done foolish, reckless
things in anger when he’d first discovered his fate at thirteen. Maggie had
pitied him, and felt guilty that she was secretly glad it wasn’t she forced to
marry a Duff.
Her
next meeting with Owen wasn’t auspicious—she merely passed him on the stairs
outside her flat on High Street, as dusk settled in dark waves on Edinburgh.
The tall building with a dozen floors housed all manner of people, from the
chimney sweep in the cellar to the dancing master in the garret. The best
floors were reserved for noblemen, and though her father didn’t have a title,
he was the chief of the Clan McCallum. Her mother had leased the flat to be
near the earl’s family, since her son was marrying into them, but she did not
want her daughter involved beyond what civility expected.
