Blog Tour: The Highlander’s Viking Bride by Cathy & DD MacRae

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Calder MacGerry, laird of an impoverished clan, has resolved to end the bitter feud between the MacGerry and Sinclairs. He jumps at Laird Sinclair’s offer of marriage to his only daughter, Katja, to seal the agreement between their clans—only to get more than he bargained for. Katja’s chance to escape her father’s harsh treatment appears to be too good to be true. But becoming Lady of a clan that despises her because she’s a Sinclair, doesn’t make life any easier. When the attacks turn deadly, she fights her way out, making a dangerous passage to the Shetland Isles for refuge with her Viking family. Calder and Katja’s marriage, built on mistrust, rushes quickly into disaster. As Calder seeks to repair the damage, Katja discovers not another enemy, but a husband who pledges a new beginning.

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Calder knew from the moment Lorna surprised him, she meant to stir trouble. The unexpected welcome and overwhelming praise from the clan robbed him of his wits long enough to temporarily forget about his bride. They praised him as a hero, but in truth Katja deserved their gratitude.

The flash of anger lit his new wife like a beacon on the shoreline when Lorna kissed him. “’Twas one more thing to make amends for, one more thing to repair if they would have a marriage in truth rather than in name only.

Grasping the troublemaking wench by the shoulders, he shoved her roughly away from him. “Lorna, ye insulted my wife, yer mistress.” He allowed his words to vent the suppressed frustration of the past two days. Every person hushed into silence at his castigation, all eyes centered on him. “Dinnae be surprised if she has ye placed in the pillory or whipped for such a presumptuous act. Whatever her judgment, be aware I’ll support it. Ye will cease yer familiarity with me and use only my title—if ye speak to me at all.”

Calder had never chastised someone so thoroughly, so publicly before, but her insult demanded it. With the mess he’d made of things already, he didn’t require anyone else’s help to make matters worse. He needed to make known his expectations on how his people would treat his wife. He’d deal with any disrespect swiftly and harshly.

Lorna’s eyes flared angrily then narrowed, her features pinching with defiance. Glancing around the room, it was clear everyone awaited her response. She gave a shallow curtsy and wheeled about, heading toward the kitchen.

The celebration continued, though noticeably subdued. Calder dragged a hand through his hair, feeling the weight of the past two days pressing down. Luckily, Torri and his grandmam had intercepted Katja and escorted her upstairs. They would take care of her needs and see her settled in. He knew she’d have no desire to talk to him at the moment. She’d need time for her ire to ebb. Though curious about her skills with a blade, he didn’t want to test those abilities on his own flesh.

Someone pressed a tall mug into his hand. “Here laddie, something to wash away the dirt from the trail.”

Calder turned and caught a familiar gleam in his uncle’s eyes—the glitter of I-told-ye-so. He accepted the ale and moved to his place at the high board, Finn and Robbie at his side.

Calder blew out a breath. “Go ahead and say it.” He drank deeply to brace himself against the teasing scold begging to be set loose.

“Say what? That I warned ye? That yer leman is a devious bitch? That ye are runnin’ out of ways to offend yer wee bride after only two days? Nae, that’d be too cruel. ’Twould be like kicking a defenseless puppy.” He chuckled within the mug now at his lips, the echo making his laughter more irritating.

Calder shook his head when Robbie joined in.

“She’s a bonny thing, I’ll give ye that. Mayhap she chose the wrong brother.” Robbie slapped him on the back, laughing along with Finn.

Calder took another long drink before releasing a sigh of exasperation. “Give me a raid and I know how to plan it without getting caught. Give me a sword and enemy, and I’ll find a way to win. Give me an angry female, and I’m as lost as a ship in the mists.”

“Nae doubt Beitris and Torri are up there now soothing her ruffled feathers and tellin’ tales of yer greatness.” Finn gave a hoot of laughter before refilling both their mugs.

Calder grunted, his face in his hands. “Nae doubt. If ye see a wee blonde head riding west, ye’ll know my bonny wife chose her blackguard of a father over her thrice-cursed husband.”


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Meet the Author:

Cathy MacRae lives on the sunny side of the Arbuckle Mountains where she and her husband read, write, and tend the garden—with the help of the dogs, of course. You can visit with her on facebook, or read her blogs and learn about her books at Drop her a line—she loves to hear from readers!

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DD MacRae enjoys bringing history to life and considers research one of the best things about writing a story! With more than 35 years of martial arts training, DD also brings breath-taking action to the tales. You can connect with DD through It’s always exciting to hear from readers!

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