Sweeping scenery and colorful locals truly draw you into this freshly spun tale of culture clash and espionage.

Tarah
Scott weaves an almost mythical love letter to the highlands in, "My
Highland Lord." Opening with the bedside scene of a dying man, the
reader is instantly transported into a darkly buried conspiracy of old
England.


Hilarity
ensues when Phoebe is mistaken for "Heddy," mistress to a noble
Scottish lord, after an English dinner party by a snarky highwayman. The
brutish highlander claims to be working on behalf of the Scottish lord
but quickly seems to fall head over kilt with "Heddy." Witty banter and a
plump dose of tension boils between these two. And true to the best
kinds of historical romances, "Heddy" and the "highwayman" quickly
uncover they are both neither what they appear and so much more than
they seem.


Scott's
command of character and plot keeps this epic saga from becoming too
drawn out or convoluted. Part of the entertainment comes from cases of
mistaken identity, and partly from the love/hate relationship between
Phoebe and her highwayman. Sweeping scenery and colorful locals truly
draw you into this freshly spun tale of culture clash and espionage. All
the while, the mystery surrounding the estate of the Marquess, where
Phoebe is held captive, keeps the reader desperate to discover the
truth. A thoroughly enticing tale, "My Highland Lord" encases all of
your favorite period romances and turns them on their head, offering
something special and rare to the romantic at heart.

Silver Wood Sketches