Claimed by the Highlander by Julianne Maclean

                                                       

     Chapter One

     Chapter Two                                                 

     Chapter Three

     Chapter Four
















                                                           Chapter Five
　

Gwendolen looked down at the bowl of soup that was placed before her, and breathed in the rich, steaming aroma of meat, swimming in a thick, seasoned broth. In the center of the table, a whole roast pig, golden and crisp, rested on a platter, waiting to be sliced and devoured. She gazed around despondently at the urns of fruit, the shiny candelabras, and all the servants moving about the hall with trays of food, and felt a pounding chaos inside her head that simply would not die.
　

Claimed by the Highlander by Julianne Maclean

                                                 
 Chapter One

 Chapter Two

 Chapter Three














                                                                Chapter Four
　

The Great Hall that evening pulsed with the laughter of men, underscored by the spirited music from a fiddle player who wandered about the room, his bow dancing merrily across the strings. The colorful gowns of the MacEwen women lent a festival atmosphere to the gathering, and the aroma of fresh bread and seasoned roast mutton, with the promise of sweet pastries for dessert, made it seem as if there were something to celebrate.
　
Not so for Gwendolen, however. She entered the hall in a plain

Claimed by the Highlander by Julianne Maclean

   
 Chapter One

 Chapter Two
                                          














                                                          Chapter Three
　
　
　
The instant the door slammed shut behind Gwendolen and the key turned in the lock, she squeezed her eyes shut. She had to fight against the overwhelming urge to scream her lungs out and pound her fists up against the door. She felt desperate enough to do it, but alas, she had never been the type of woman who succumbed to temper tantrums. They accomplished nothing.

Claimed by the Highlander by Julliane Maclean

             
          Chapter One


                               

                                                       












                                                      Chapter Two


Standing on blood-soaked ground, Angus watched as his enemy's daughter disappeared into the East Tower. The instant she was gone, he cupped his shoulder with one hand and tried to roll out the pain, but realized it was worse than he thought. He grimaced, then shoved hard and fast with the heel of his palm to jostle the joint back into place. Slowly, he walked to the other side of the bailey, where he took a moment to recover.

Claimed by the Highlander By Julianne Maclean

                                                              


                                                                   Chapter one


Kinloch Castle

Scottish Highlands, July 1718

The dream startled her awake mere minutes before the siege began
Gwendolen MacEwen sat up with a gasp and turned her eyes to the window.
It was only a dream, she told herself as she struggled to calm her breathing. Later she would call it a premonition, but for now, she was certain it was just the trickeries of sleep causing this terror in her heart.
Giving up any notion of slumber, she tossed the covers aside, sat up on the edge of the bed, and reached for her robe. She slipped it on for warmth against the predawn chill as she rose to her feet and padded to the window, lured to the leaded glass by a faint glow of light on the horizon.