To celebrate the release of KILTS AND DAGGERS, the second
title in Victoria Roberts’ Highland Spies series, Fagan Murray, the strong and
handsome captain of Laird Sutherland’s guard has agreed to sit down with us and
answer our questions so you can know more about this rugged Highlander!
What are you most proud of?
I’m proud of the fact that I wed an Englishwoman and we
haven’t killed each other yet.
Who do you look up to the most?
My laird. Ruairi is a good man.
Kilts and Daggers
By Victoria Roberts
My Highland Spy, Book 2
Sourcebooks Casablanca
Scottish Historical Romance
ISBN: 9781402292033
May 5, 2015
$7.99 Mass Market Paperback
About the Book
“This book begs to be read and reread.”—RT Book Reviews, 4
1/2 stars on My Highland Spy
Ever since Lady Grace Walsingham discovered her uncle and
sister are spies for the Crown, she has yearned for adventure. She’s counting
the days until she can leave barbaric Scotland behind, even if she must endure
Highland captain Fagan Murray’s company for weeks.
Fagan has a simple mission: escort the haughty Lady Grace
back to England. But nothing is ever easy. The sharp-tongued woman needles him
at every turn. But when a menacing threat follows them on their journey,
Fagan’s grudging tolerance for Grace turns to respect…and into a perilous
attraction that could seal their fate.
More praise for My Highland Spy:
“Beautiful! This book has it all.”—Night Owl Reviews, 4.5
Stars, Reviewer Top Pick
“One of the best... an outstanding Scottish
romance.”—Romance Reviews, 5 Stars
“An exciting Highland tale of intrigue, betrayal, and love
with a braw Highland hero and strong English heroine any reader will
love.”—Hannah Howell, New York Times bestselling author of Highland Master
Highland Spies series:
My Highland Spy (Book 1)
Kilts and Daggers (Book 2)
Plaids and Petticoats (Book 3)
My Highland Spy (Book 1)
Kilts and Daggers (Book 2)
About the Author
Victoria Roberts writes sexy, award-winning Scottish
historical romances about kilted heroes and warriors from the past. Prior to
ever picking up a single romance novel, she penned her first young adult
novella at 16 years old. Who knew her leather-studded motorcycle hero would
trade in his ride and emerge as a kilt wearing Highlander wielding a
broadsword? Victoria lives with her husband and their two beautiful children in
western Pennsylvania.
Connect with Victoria Roberts
Website – www.VictoriaRobertsAuthor.com
Excerpt from KILTS AND DAGGERS by Victoria Roberts
“Mister Murray, I don’t feel at ease discussing these
subjects with you.”
“Then call me Fagan. Mister Murray was my father’s name
anyway.”
Grace looked around and then softened her voice. “Now is
that truly appropriate?”
“I told ye before. Ye’re a long way from England, lass. Lest
ye forget, ye’re in the Highlands now. We do things differently here.”
She lifted a brow. “How could I forget?”
“Ruairi said ye’ll be staying with us for a few weeks. More
to the point, I already call Ruairi’s wife Ravenna.” He turned up his smile a
notch. “Ye and I are practically like family. Ye will call me Fagan, and I will
call ye Grace, or I could always call ye bhana-phrionnsa. I’ll be kind enough
to give ye a choice.”
“Ravenna may permit you to call her by her Christian name,
but I certainly do not, Mister Murray. Although you do make me laugh, I’m
afraid you and I are far from family.”
***
When Grace’s eyes smoldered, Fagan knew he shouldn’t get too
close to the flame for fear of getting burned. There was still enough time to
take his leave. Otherwise, he’d be verbally sparring with a lass in the middle
of the great hall. Ruairi would no doubt have his head for causing mischief
with his kin so soon after the wedding.
Fagan slapped both hands on the table and casually stood.
Instinctively, he took another step back in case the lass suddenly had a strong
urge to reach across the table and throttle him—or worse. Nevertheless, once
she heard what he was about to say, the table wouldn’t provide enough space
between them.
“Verra well then. I think bhana-phrionnsa suits ye quite
nicely.” When Grace’s cheeks turned scarlet, Fagan smiled. “Donna say I didnae
warn ye. Remember I did give ye a choice.” He winked at her and then turned on
his heel.
“Wait!”
He had a hard time trying to mask his smile. He turned
around slowly and lifted a brow. “Aye?”
Grace flew to her feet, walked around the table, and closed
the distance between them. She lifted her head, and by the way she was unsteady
on her feet, he swore the daft lass was standing on the tips of her toes in a
futile attempt to look him level in the eye.
“England and Scotland have been warring for centuries,
Mister Murray, yet somehow Scotland has never won.” Lifting her skirts, she
brushed his arm with her shoulder and took a few steps away from him.
That was until he called after her and stopped her dead in
her tracks. “Cuine a chì mi a-ris thu, Grace?” When will I see you again? He
made certain he said the words as though he spoke to his lover, which obviously
had the desired effect because her whole body stiffened, and then she left him
without a backward glance. Fagan’s mood was suddenly buoyant. He wasn’t exactly
sure why he loved to unnerve Princess Grace, but he had one hell of a time
doing it.
I will be reading this one this week, so I can't wait to try it out, especially with your post here.
ReplyDeleteI can totally see why Fagan is proud and I love that he answered that way!
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