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!
Where is your favorite place to
go when you need some peace and quiet?
Peace and quiet doesn't come too often with the Walsingham sisters
about. But I can usually be found in Ruairi's study with a tankard of ale in
hand, or I've been known to walk up to the parapet to seek solace. I'm running out of places to hide with so many lasses under
roof.
You’re Laird Ruiari’s guard, but
he’s also your best friend. What is your favorite memory with him?
Aye, Ruairi is a friend indeed. I'd have to say my favorite memory
of him is when we were lads and were in our cups in the stable. Ruairi drank so
much that he passed out in a pile of horse shite. He reeked for days.
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
“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.
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.
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)
Buy the Book
MY HIGHLAND SPY (Book
1)
KILTS AND DAGGERS (Book
2)
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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
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