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Praise for Sophia James:
‘James weaves her spell, captivating readers
with wit and wisdom, and cleverly combining
humour and poignancy with a master’s touch
in this feel-good love story.’
—RT Book Reviews on HIGH SEAS TO HIGH SOCIETY
‘Putting a hero bent on revenge and the “perfect” lady
together is a recipe for conflict. Add the warmth of the
holiday season, delightful children, pride, passion and
a ruthless villain, and you have James’ heartwarming,
fast-paced holiday romance.’
—RT Book Reviews on MISTLETOE MAGIC
‘Award-winning author Sophia James
kicks off proceedings with
CHRISTMAS AT BELHAVEN CASTLE:
a gripping tale of second chances, forbidden attraction
and unexpected passion!’
—Cataromance on Gift-Wrapped Governess anthology
They had broken through and flooded into the castle just as she had sat down for a rest. She had not had the time to gather her gloves or headgear but had been caught in the flight downstairs, where she now fought back against as many of the enemy as she could.
‘Nooo!’
A keening cry of fury rent the air around her, turning the hairs on her arms up into panic as her eyes caught sight of the one she had thought never to see again.
Marc!
Here.
In the mail of King David, sword tipped red.
A traitor and a betrayer. A man who would leave the Keep of Ceann Gronna with secrets in his head, to return a brace of months later and use them against those who had only been kind.
A payment of death for the gift of life. She could smell the sea spray on him as he jostled closer, his eyes cold with the knowledge of retribution and deceit.
About the Author
SOPHIA JAMES lives in Chelsea Bay on Auckland, New Zealand’s North Shore, with her husband, who is an artist, and three children. She spends her morning teaching adults English at the local Migrant School and writes in the afternoon. Sophia has a degree in English and History from Auckland University, and believes her love of writing was formed reading Georgette Heyer with her twin sister at her grandmother’s house.
Previous novels by the same author:
FALLEN ANGEL
ASHBLANE’S LADY
HIGH SEAS TO HIGH SOCIETY
MASQUERADING MISTRESS
KNIGHT OF GRACE
(published as The Border Lord in North America) MISTLETOE MAGIC (part of Christmas Betrothals) ONE UNASHAMED NIGHT ONE ILLICIT NIGHT CHRISTMAS AT BELHAVEN CASTLE (part of Gift-Wrapped Governess anthology)
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Lady with
the Devil’s Scar
Sophia James
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For the Chelsea Bay Book Club … my group of warrior women.
Chapter One
1346—Fife Ness, Scotland
Isobel Dalceann saw the shapes from the beach, beyond the waves, turning in the current, dark against silver. Eight or more of them, lost in the grey swell of stormtide as mist swallowed outline.
‘There,’ she shouted to the two men beside her. ‘Two hundred yards out.’
The Heads yielded an odd wreck of a boat sometimes or the carcase of a sea creature long since dead … but this? Dusk spread from the west, burnishing lead with a blushed quiet pink and changing something that was not known into something that was.
‘People!’ Ian voiced the knowledge first. Not wood or fish or the trunk of a tree that had slipped into the brine somewhere near Dundee before travelling south in the cold currents, but people. People who would drown unless she helped them; she had always been a strong swimmer.
Stripping off brogans and tunic, she removed the dirk held by straps against her ankle and ran.
The water took her breath before she had crossed the first waves, long beaching swells with the chill of the northern climes on their edge; when her hair knotted around her arms, forcing her to tread water, she rebound it tight.
Ten yards away Ian shouted and Angus responded, the next breaker lifting them all and aiding direction. She could hear the beat of blood in her ears as the wash took her under. Counting the seconds to surface, she kicked her feet hard and broke through just short of one of the survivors.
An open cut from elbow to shoulder bone wept red into the sea, swirling in the foam before being lost to the great vastness of the German Ocean. He barely registered her presence as she paddled across, noticing for the first time that another lay beside him.
‘I will take him while you swim in,’
