Today it is our pleasure to welcome romance author Victoria Roberts to UGR!
Hello readers! I’m glad to be here today at Urban Girl Reader, the tenth and last stop on the My Highland Spy Teaser Tour!
My Highland Spy is the first book in my new Highland Spies’ series, and I hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. We left off yesterday where Ravenna was getting a taste of the Highlands.
Ruairi took his seat at the table and felt the lass’s eyes upon him, judging him. The woman undoubtedly thought he was some kind of barbarian, as all those pampered English bastards did about his kind. He wasn’t thrilled to have her here, but the sooner Torquil took to his lessons, the faster the lass would be back in her own country and not underfoot. Maybe he wasn’t thinking about this the right way. Perhaps instead of working against her, he should assist her with Torquil so that she could be on her way. In spite of everything, she was only a woman and doing as she was told. Ruairi liked the lasses—not necessarily English lasses—but lasses nonetheless. And this particular woman was not so sore on the eyes.
He gave her a brief nod. “Ciamar a tha sibh?”
“He asks how ye are,” Fagan translated.
She sat forward and took a sip from her tankard. “Tell me. How do I answer him that I am well?”
While Fagan instructed Mistress Denny, Ruairi sat and listened, surprised the lass wanted to answer him in his native tongue. After several botched attempts, she turned and gazed at Ruairi with an intense look on her face.
“Tha gu math.” I am well.
Torquil clapped, and his eyes lit up at his governess’s efforts to speak Gaelic. Ruairi hadn’t seen that look on his son’s face in quite some time.
“She would like a tour of your home. Will she teach Torquil in the library?” asked Fagan in Gaelic.
“Aye. I will take her after we sup.”
Fagan’s eyes grew openly amused. “Must I come along to translate?”
“I think I can manage,” Ruairi said, annoyed.
Fagan smiled at the lass. “My laird will escort ye and show ye his home after we sup.”
Ruairi didn’t like the way her face lit up when Fagan—his captain under his command—spoke to her.
“That would be delightf—”
“Ravenna, I want to come, too,” said Torquil in Gaelic.
Ruairi’s brow rose when he heard Mistress Denny’s Christian name spoken from his son’s lips. “Torquil…”
Her gaze became puzzled at the sight of Ruairi’s displeasure, and the lass placed her hand over her heart. She leaned forward in the chair. “Fagan, is the laird upset because Torquil called me Ravenna?”
“Please tell Laird Sutherland that I asked the boy to call me by my given name because it was much easier on his tongue. And if it suits the two of you, you may both call me Ravenna as well.”
Fagan turned up his smile a notch. “Ravenna…a verra bonny name for a verra bonny lass. The name suits ye.”
Ruairi scowled. What the hell did Fagan think he was doing? Was he actually trying to woo the lass? God’s teeth! The chit was English, a sworn enemy. Ruairi was perfectly aware that he shouldn’t have been so aloof toward her. After all, she would report back to the king. But hell, he wasn’t about to woo the lass in the middle of the great hall. When he gave his captain another dark look, Fagan only lifted a brow and then had the audacity to smirk. The man would pay for that one later.
For the remainder of the meal, Ruairi sat and listened while the woman laughed at Fagan’s jesting, cast smiles at Fagan, and asked him questions about Ruairi’s home. Clearly, Ruairi couldn’t answer, so his only option was to sit mute. Perhaps this wasn’t one of his most brilliant ideas. Mistress Denny must think him daft. He took another drink from his tankard and tried to think of all the ways to kill the captain of his guard.
Her gentle laugh tinkled through the air. Her nearness was overpowering, but it had been quite a long time since he had shared his bed with a woman. When visions suddenly appeared of the sultry temptress lying beneath him, a cynical inner voice cut through his thoughts. He hated when his cock ruled his mind.
Ruairi brought his tankard to his lips and took another big gulp, quickly realizing he needed something much stronger than what was in his cup.
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My Highland Spy
by Victoria Roberts
Series: Highland Spys #1
Genre: Historical Romance
Published: September 2nd 2014 by Sourcebooks Casablanca
Format: Paperback/eBook, 320 pages
This Highland Laird won’t bow to the Crown
Laird Ruairi Sutherland refuses to send his only son away to be educated by the English. And he most definitely will not appear in Edinburgh to pay homage to a liege who has no respect for Scotland. So he does what any laird would do—he lies to the king. The last thing Ruairi expects is a beautiful English governess to appear on his doorstep.
But this lady spy might make him…
Lady Ravenna Walsingham is a seasoned spy who is sent to the savage Highlands to uncover a nefarious plot against the Crown. Playing the part of an English governess—a job easier said than done—she infiltrates the home of Laird Sutherland, a suspected conspirator.
If she doesn’t betray him first
Ravenna soon discovers that the only real threat Sutherland poses is to her heart. But will the proud Highland laird ever forgive her when he discovers the woman he loves in an English spy?