Highland Spitfire
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4.0 • 121 Ratings
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- $12.99
Publisher Description
A forced marriage. A sworn enemy. A passion that could end a clan war—or spark one.
In the unforgiving Highlands of 16th-century Scotland, peace comes at a steep price. When two rival clans threaten to plunge the region into renewed bloodshed, the King’s Regent delivers an ultimatum: their heirs must wed, or war will decide their fate.
Ailis Robertson never dreamed her future would be tied to a MacPherson—especially not Bhaic, a brooding warrior with ice in his stare and battle in his blood. She’s proud, clever, and loyal to a fault, but now she must marry into the clan she’s been raised to despise.
Bhaic MacPherson didn’t want a bride, let alone the daughter of his father’s enemy. Yet from the moment he meets Ailis, her fire unsettles him. This is no meek lass—she challenges him, stirs him, and may be the only woman who can match his strength.
Their union is meant to be political. But as clan tensions simmer and trust builds slowly, duty turns to desire. And desire becomes a dangerous game—one with the power to either heal a generations-old feud or destroy them both.
If you love arranged marriage romances with Highland heat, fierce heroines, and the enemies-to-lovers tension that keeps the pages turning, Highland Spitfire delivers a smoldering escape.
Join thousands of fans who’ve fallen hard for Mary Wine’s Highland Weddings series. Highland Spitfire stands as a must-read for lovers of Scottish historical romance, arranged marriage stories, and strong female leads.
Perfect for fans of Monica McCarty, Julie Garwood, and the thrill of two hearts colliding in the wild beauty of the Highlands.
Customer Reviews
Highland Spitfire
This was such a great read a page turner great characters now onto book 2
Highland Spitfire…
Some of the language was a little odd, sentences that seemed overly awkward in construction.
But all in all a good book and read, as long as you can deal with the male dominated world of old. Because there were a couple of times where my inner feminist was REALLY ready to belt some highlanders over the head with a sharp and/or blunt object.