The Highlander Takes a Wife

THE HIGHLANDER TAKES A WIFE A Scottish Historical Romance Novel THE SINNER’S PUB BOOK I ELOISE MADIGAN CONTENTS A Steamy Gift For You… Love to Read? Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Epilogue Extended Epilogue Preview: The Highlander’s Temporary Wife Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Also by Eloise Madigan Loved this book? About the Author A STEAMY GIFT FOR YOU… Thanks a lot for purchasing my book. It really means a lot to me, because this is the best way to show me your love. As a Thank You gift I have written a full length novel for you, called Captured by His Highland Kiss. It’s only available to people who have downloaded one of my books and you can get your free copy by tapping the image below or this link here. Once more, thanks a lot for your love and support. 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No touching or kissing. And absolutely no falling in love. 1 “Daenae tell me they’re missin’ again?” Colby Burns, the Laird of Ferguson, exclaimed incredulously. “This is the third time in the four weeks that they’ve been here!” He felt the sudden onslaught of a headache greater than anything he’d felt before. People used to tell him that having children was a headache, but he could not imagine how bad it was. “Aye,” Mirren, the headmistress of Ferguson Castle, replied, a spry woman of the age of forty with small, inquisitive eyes that did not miss a single thing in the house. “We’ve been searchin’ for them everywhere, Daphne and I, but they’re nowhere to be found.” Daphne, one of Colby’s closest guards and trusted companions, was standing in the corner of the chamber, agreeing with every word. There was no one else Colby trusted more in such matters. If anyone could find them, it was the two of them. “Have ye tried the attic in the west wing?” Colby suggested nervously. He was already late, and this commotion was highly unnecessary. “That was where we found them last time.” “Nay,” Mirren shook her head. He could tell from the way she was clenching her teeth that she was worried. Following common sense, Colby himself was concerned. “We need to find them. There is a storm brewin’, and if the girls get drenched, they will catch their death of a cold.” All Colby could do was grunt at that. It seemed that from the moment they arrived at his castle, his troubles had tripled, and that was the last thing he needed right now. “Maybe that will keep them in one place,” he mumbled angrily. “In bed.” “They’re wee lasses,” Mirren reminded him, her voice on the verge of scolding. “And they just lost their faither…,” she added, as if he needed any reminder of that. The news of his brother’s death had come suddenly and unexpectedly, as was the visit of the man who was bestowed with the duty of bringing the girls to Colby’s home, and informing him that from that moment on, he was responsible for their well-being. He was their caretaker. The thought was preposterous. Even now, Colby sometimes felt that it was just a bad dream he would eventually wake up from, instead of a cruel trick of fate. Suddenly, somewhere in the distance, thunder rumbled, promising a terrible storm that was nearing them with alarming speed. He knew that Mirren was right. They had to find the girls, otherwise they truly might catch their death in the cold rain. Even though they seemed to be little sprites with a mind for causing mischief, he didn’t want anything to happen to them. However, what enraged him was the fact that for them, this was nothing but a game. They needed a firm hand to explain to them how life worked, but he was not that person. He had other concerns to focus on. “Well, ye’d better get out there and keep searchin’ for them,” he instructed Mirren and Daphne, who both nodded. “I need to head over to the Pub. Thomas and Dominic are probably already there, waitin’ for me.” “All right,” Mirren agreed, with a heavy sigh. “Those lasses… liftin’ the entire house on its feet like this. I swear…” She shook her head disapprovingly and Daphne chuckled. “Daenae tell me it surprises ye?” she grinned. “The lasses are a spittin’ image of their faither when he was a wee lad. Why, he was a sprite worse than all of us together!” “Ah… daenae remind me!” Mirren’s eyes widened with the shock of memory, much to Daphne and Colby’s joy. “I was hopin’ that with all of ye grown up, there would be some peace around