Allied With a Highland Devil (Sailors of the Highlands #0) Read Online Olivia Kerr

Categories Genre: Historical Fiction, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Sailors of the Highlands Series by Olivia Kerr

Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 53700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)

Saving his sworn enemy might be his salvation.

Few men have been called to rule at the age of seventeen, but that was when Gowan Hepburn became the leader of his clan. However, the Highlander lost everything as swiftly as he had acquired it. Like demons in the night, the men of the Darroch clan invaded his home and set everything he loved on fire. Fleeing through the flames, only one thing kept Gowan alive. Revenge.
Minna Darroch always detested what her family did to the Hepburn clan ten years ago. And with her brother succeeding her late father, the Darrochs have only gotten crueler… However, determined to fight injustice, Minna has committed her life to help the tenants, defying her brother’s orders.
As news of Minna’s endeavors reaches her brother’s ears, the lass finds herself fighting not only for the people but also for her life! While trying to find shelter from her furious brother, Minna meets a man who had been lost for a decade; exiled Gowan, the rightful Laird of the tormented Hepburn clan.
This lass can bring Gowan the revenge he has been seeking for so long. But she could also bring him peace. Will Gowan be able to forgive and entrust his hopes to the daughter of the man who took everything from him? Or will he let himself get lost in the dark pit of vengeance?



There was a full moon that night, and Gowan had no trouble in seeing the way ahead, since the bright bluish-silver light illuminated the path he had trodden through the trees. He had no particular reason to be venturing out that night apart from the fact that he felt as though the walls of his little home were closing in on him.

He had been in hiding for years now, and occasionally - just occasionally - he yearned for the sound of a human voice. He longed to hear the local news, listen to the ordinary chatter, to laugh at the jokes of the people in the small village of Cairndene. He had always known them, although he doubted if any of them would recognise him now.

A dart of anger pierced him as he touched the scar on his face. He would wake up screaming in his sleep sometimes because of a horrific nightmare in which a burning tree branch was sticking to his once-handsome face. He could still feel the agonizing pain in the few seconds before he came back to wakefulness, but it usually disappeared with the return of consciousness.

Nothing could numb the pain in his mind, though. That, along with the scar on his face, was something he would carry forever. Abruptly, he growled and shook his head as if to dislodge the thought from his mind.

As he emerged from between two big fir trees, however, he was dismayed to see that none of the villagers were there. Sometimes they would gather together around a fire by the communal well, but not tonight, to his disappointment.

He was about to turn back and go home when he realized that he was mistaken in thinking no-one was there. A flickering candle showed one figure moving from one house to the other, and every door would open to its knock and receive a package.

Fascinated, he crept forward and watched until the last parcel had been delivered and the figure turned around and came towards him. He had been wondering if it was male or female, and had decided that it was a young man, but now he realized it was a lass, and she was talking to herself.

“Damn him!” she growled. “If I were a man I would strangle that brother of mine and smile while I was doing it! He is the devil incarnate! If I ever get the chance I will push him off the turrets!” She continued to list all the ways she would finish off her evil brother and he almost laughed out loud, but stopped himself at the last moment.

Gowan had been so busy watching her that he forgot to move out of her way, and by the time he had realized that she was about to bump into him it was too late to avoid her. They collided with enough force to knock her to the ground, where she lay, winded, for a moment.

“I am so sorry.” The words were out of his mouth before he realized he had spoken them. He did not want anyone to hear his voice or see his face ever again, and he cursed inwardly. He hoped that his hood, which was drawn down as far as his eyebrows and firmly knotted under his lower lip, had rendered his face invisible as he pulled the woman to her feet.

As she regained her footing she tried to look up into his eyes, but frowned as she realized she could not see them. “Thank you,” she murmured.