Series & Title: The Turnberry Legacy, Book 1: To Support A King
Author: Lane McFarland
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Publisher: Lane McFarland
Release Date: May 6, 2017
Genre: Historical, Romance
The Turnberry Legacy Series
At the turn of the fourteenth century, danger abounds with Scotland’s leadership in flux. Amidst rumors of King Edward reinstating John Balliol to the throne, Robert the Bruce commands his most trusted men to resurrect The Turnberry Bond, a pact specifying loyal Scots and Irish nobles band together in resistance against all adversaries. Follow the rebel warriors fighting for the rightful king of Scotland and their struggle with honor and love as their lives become intertwined with the brave women who challenge them.
Plagued by atrocities he committed against innocent victims while pursuing his father’s killers, Laird Mangus MacAndrew pledged to defend and provide for his clan. But his leadership is tested when two of his ships are attacked and his crews massacred. Desperate to fulfill his obligation to protect the clan, Mangus agrees to help reinstate The Turnberry Bond. His mission—garner support for the Bruce and avenge the deaths of his men.
The MacAndrew clan provides Catriona Butler something her Irish home could not, a safe haven. But when she receives a missive her brother is imprisoned and will be executed unless acceptable éraic can be obtained, she must return to her homeland.
Mangus agrees to take Catriona to Ireland and vows she will not become a distraction, but he longs to be near her. Catriona witnesses Mangus’s fierce anger and grows distrustful. After a life of suffering her father’s vicious temper, she is skeptical of anyone with a penchant for violence. She attempts to keep her distance, but her traitorous heart pulls her in Mangus’s direction.
With the fate of the kingdom on his shoulders, will Mangus reunite the men of The Turnberry Bond? Can he pursue vengeance against his enemies without taking more innocent lives? And can Catriona free her brother and grow to trust Mangus, staying true to her heart?
With Mangus’s assistance, Catriona climbed to the deck. Her breath caught at the sight of the Orkney Island’s looming shore. Deep blue sea gave way to mountainous, reddish-orange boulders. Brown grasses and tortured shrubbery clung to the rough slabs and jagged rocks fanned out at its base.
“Hold on to the railing. ’Twould nae be good to take a spill from this height.” Mangus placed her hand on the smooth wooden surface and crossed his brawny arms. “Jónsson inhabits the highest peak in the southern islands where he has unobstructed sight of incoming ships.”
As their vessel sailed around the bend, a formidable castle perched on a cliff overlooking the ocean appeared. Stone walls that must have been a hundred feet tall protected the granite structure. Reinforced dark arrow shafts lined the battlements and massive gates remained closed to visitors. Men marched along the parapet walk, swords strapped to their sides, their focus fixed on the Saorsa.
The unwelcoming sight sent a shiver over her shoulders. “He certainly built a grand fortress.”
“’Tis needed. Orkney’s borders are isolated and vulnerable.”
A splash close to the craggy beach caught her attention. Catriona clasped her hands before her chest. “Oh, look!”
Bobbing on the swells, a sleek, gray spotted head with large black eyes and nose stared back at her. It disappeared below the dark waves. Ripples shot across the water and more seals emerged from the icy depths.
“Arenae they funny?” She chuckled. “Morna and I used to watch them play near Loch Ness.”
“Ahh, ye should be careful of the selkies.” Mangus leaned his forearms on the railing. “Some say they are Finfolk.”
His eyes twinkled and dimples pressed into his bearded cheeks. “Aye, sorcerers in the form of seals that shed their skin and assume human shape on land. If ye get too close, they’re likely to snatch ye and drag ye below to their undersea world.”
“Och.” She crossed her arms and braced her elbows on the rail beside him then bumped his shoulder with hers. “Ye donnae believe that.”
He let out a barrel laugh, and her heart soared. She could not remember when she’d heard him laugh so deeply, so freely. She loved this playful side. The sound of his mirth cheered her unsettled soul.
Although I’ve always loved to write, no one could’ve convinced me that someday, I would become a bestselling author. It’s truly a dream come true.
Starting out as an accountant in line with the rest of the corporate echelons struggling up the proverbial ladder, I soon realized the long nights and numerous weekends of closing books and reporting financial results no longer appealed. So, I decided to hit the road selling financial software. Jumping from one high-pressured frying pan into the other, the stress of the road- warrior life and constant deadlines took its toll. I needed a release and found that with my face buried in historical romance books, I could escape to worlds of intrigue with timeless love and happily-ever-after endings. Today, I am fortunate to have found my true passion in writing of spirited heroines and to-die-for-heroes and the romantic love stories between them.
I am a southern girl living on top of a mountain in North Georgia, and I’m most happy when surrounded by family and friends. If I am not writing, you can find me hiking with my husband, or fiddling around in my flower and vegetable gardens, feeding the birds and watching black bears and deer. I am blessed to have a wonderful son—my pride and joy, my buddy who, along with my husband, have made my life complete.