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Highland Velvet
Jude Deveraux
Bronwyn and Stephen-
Theirs Was a Love Born in Fury,
to Burn with an Eternal Flame!
"You cannot escape me again... you're mine now," Stephen murmured as his lips touched hers.
It was not the first time Bronwyn had kissed a man. But it was the first time she'd experienced anything like this kiss. It was soft and sweet, but at the same time it was taking from her things she'd never given before. His mouth played with hers, touching it, caressing it yet plundering it. She stood on tiptoe to reach him better, turned her head to more of a slant. He seemed to want her to part her lips and she did so. The cold-hot touch of the tip of his tongue on hers sent little shivers down her spine... holding her captive more than any chains could.
Stephen chuckled. "You are mine more than you know." He released her and pushed her toward Morag. "Go and ready yourself for our wedding... if you can wait that long."
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contents
Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19
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This book is a work of historical fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents relating to nonhistorical figures are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance of such nonhistorical incidents, places, or figures to actual events or locales or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.
An Original Publication of POCKET BOOKS
POCKET BOOKS, a division of Simon & Schuster Inc. 1230 Avenue of the Americas, New York, NY 10020
Copyright © 1982 by Deveraux Inc.
All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever.
ISBN: 0-671-01134-0
First Pocket Books printing August 1982
Printed in the U.S.A.
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To Mia
(the gorgeous one in Louisville)
with love
Author's Note
Whenever anyone has read this book before publication, she has asked me the same questions: Why isn't a kilt mentioned, and what were the tartan colors of Clan MacArran?
The early Highlanders wore a simple garment (plaide is Gaelic for blanket) that they spread on the ground, then lay upon and pulled the edges to their sides and belted. This formed a skirt at the bottom, and the upper part of the plaid, or blanket, was pinned at one shoulder.
There are several stories of how the kilt came into being. One story is about an Englishman who abridged the costume for the convenience of his Highland ironworkers. Of course, the Scots deny that this story is true. Whichever story is true, the modern kilt was not in existence before 1700.
As for the tartan colors, the clan members wore whatever color appealed to them or could be made from dyes from plants in their area. The clans were identified by colored cockades in their hats.
Again, there are several stories about the origin of the clan tartans. One is that the export merchants gave clan names to the yards of plaid they manufactured so they could be more easily identified. Another is that the British Army, with its love of uniformity, insisted that each Scots company wear a tartan of the same color and design. Either way, there were no clan tartans before 1700.
Jude Deveraux, 1981
Santa Fe, New Mexico
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Prologue
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Stephen Montgomery still sat very straight on his horse even after the long night's ride. He didn't like to think of the bride who waited for him at the end of his journey-who had been waiting for him for three days. His sister-in-law, Judith, had had a few choice things to say about a man not bothering to show up for his own wedding, nor making the effort to send a message of regret at his lateness.
But despite Judith's words and the realization of the insult he'd paid his future wife, he'd been reluctant to depart King Henry's estate. Stephen had been hesitant to leave his sister-in-law's side. Judith, his brother Gavin's beautiful golden-eyed wife, had fallen down a flight of stairs and lost the badly wanted child she carried. For days Judith hovered between life and death. When she woke and learned her baby was gone, one of her first thoughts was typically about someone other than herself. Stephen had not remembered his own wedding date nor given a thought to his bride. Judith, even in her grief and pain, had reminded Stephen of his duties and the Scotswoman he was to marry.
May 2007
Highland Velvet
Jude Deveraux
Bronwyn and Stephen-
Theirs Was a Love Born in Fury,
to Burn with an Eternal Flame!
"You cannot escape me again... you're mine now," Stephen murmured as his lips touched hers.
It was not the first time Bronwyn had kissed a man. But it was the first time she'd experienced anything like this kiss. It was soft and sweet, but at the same time it was taking from her things she'd never given before. His mouth played with hers, touching it, caressing it yet plundering it. She stood on tiptoe to reach him better, turned her head to more of a slant. He seemed to want her to part her lips and she did so. The cold-hot touch of the tip of his tongue on hers sent little shivers down her spine... holding her captive more than any chains could.
Stephen chuckled. "You are mine more than you know." He released her and pushed her toward Morag. "Go and ready yourself for our wedding... if you can wait that long."
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contents
Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19
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This book is a work of historical fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents relating to nonhistorical figures are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance of such nonhistorical incidents, places, or figures to actual events or locales or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.
An Original Publication of POCKET BOOKS
POCKET BOOKS, a division of Simon & Schuster Inc. 1230 Avenue of the Americas, New York, NY 10020
Copyright © 1982 by Deveraux Inc.
All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever.
ISBN: 0-671-01134-0
First Pocket Books printing August 1982
Printed in the U.S.A.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
To Mia
(the gorgeous one in Louisville)
with love
Author's Note
Whenever anyone has read this book before publication, she has asked me the same questions: Why isn't a kilt mentioned, and what were the tartan colors of Clan MacArran?
The early Highlanders wore a simple garment (plaide is Gaelic for blanket) that they spread on the ground, then lay upon and pulled the edges to their sides and belted. This formed a skirt at the bottom, and the upper part of the plaid, or blanket, was pinned at one shoulder.
There are several stories of how the kilt came into being. One story is about an Englishman who abridged the costume for the convenience of his Highland ironworkers. Of course, the Scots deny that this story is true. Whichever story is true, the modern kilt was not in existence before 1700.
As for the tartan colors, the clan members wore whatever color appealed to them or could be made from dyes from plants in their area. The clans were identified by colored cockades in their hats.
Again, there are several stories about the origin of the clan tartans. One is that the export merchants gave clan names to the yards of plaid they manufactured so they could be more easily identified. Another is that the British Army, with its love of uniformity, insisted that each Scots company wear a tartan of the same color and design. Either way, there were no clan tartans before 1700.
Jude Deveraux, 1981
Santa Fe, New Mexico
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Prologue
^ »
Stephen Montgomery still sat very straight on his horse even after the long night's ride. He didn't like to think of the bride who waited for him at the end of his journey-who had been waiting for him for three days. His sister-in-law, Judith, had had a few choice things to say about a man not bothering to show up for his own wedding, nor making the effort to send a message of regret at his lateness.
But despite Judith's words and the realization of the insult he'd paid his future wife, he'd been reluctant to depart King Henry's estate. Stephen had been hesitant to leave his sister-in-law's side. Judith, his brother Gavin's beautiful golden-eyed wife, had fallen down a flight of stairs and lost the badly wanted child she carried. For days Judith hovered between life and death. When she woke and learned her baby was gone, one of her first thoughts was typically about someone other than herself. Stephen had not remembered his own wedding date nor given a thought to his bride. Judith, even in her grief and pain, had reminded Stephen of his duties and the Scotswoman he was to marry.
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