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Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
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(Twin Series #1) The Daring Twin

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0060757825 (ISBN13: 9780060757823)
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From popular author Donna Fletcher comes an intriguing romance about a man who must chose between identical twin sisters.

When Fiona of the MacElder clan is told that she must wed Tarr of Hellewyk so the two clans can unite, she is furious that she has to marry a man she does not love. Fortunately, Fiona's identical twin sister Aliss also cannot imagine a worse fate than a forced marriage and the two boldly concoct an outlandish scheme –– to become indistinguishable to the groom –– and it works.

Tarr, frustrated that he cannot tell the difference between Fiona and Aliss, nevertheless finds himself drawn to a particular twin. Unfortunately, as soon it becomes clear to him that Fiona is the one who has captured his heart, Tarr must battle with an unexpected enemy to keep his newfound love.
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Chapter 1

North Scotland, 1558

“I would rather rot in hell than wed him,” Fiona said, her tone as sharp as her brilliant green eyes. “I have a right to wed whomever I wish or to wed not at all, if I so choose. Leith may be chieftain of the MacElder clan . . .”

She lapsed into silence knowing full well her protests would serve little purpose.

“Our cousin Leith will have his way.” Her twin sister Aliss acknowledged what Fiona had already realized.

Fiona drew up her legs to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, stared at the stream a few inches from her booted feet. She had not expected this turn of events. There had been talk that a powerful chieftain searched for a wife, but it meant nothing to her. She had all intention of finding her own husband, but that had changed fast enough.

“Leith believes this union will prove beneficial to our clan and many agree,” Fiona said. “There is talk that Tarr of Hellewyk will stop at nothing to gain more land and power. With his father’s recent passing he is now, at twenty and nine years, chieftain, and with his land bordering MacElder land—” Fiona shrugged.

“Our clan fears he will attack us so it is better to keep him friend rather than foe,” Aliss finished.

The twins sat in silent companionship on the edge of the bank. Autumn had barely arrived and summer’s warmth continued, allowing the flowers’ last blooms.

Fiona could not make sense of the last few months. Word that Tarr of Hellewyk searched for a wife spread throughout the clans, and many women were interested in the mighty warrior. So why did he choose one who has no interest in him?

Leith had informed her little more than a week ago that he, as chieftain of the MacElders, had entered into an agreement for her to wed Tarr of Hellewyk. She had laughed at him. His face reddened and he yelled that she would do her duty to her clan.

She had named several women in the clan who would gladly agree to the arrangement. But Leith was adamant; she was the chosen one. And now she would wed a stranger. The idea of never achieving her dream of finding love rankled her and had kicked her stubborn nature into action. She had made it known that she would not wed Tarr of Hellewyk under any circumstance. The clan had claimed her selfish, many refusing to speak with her while others outrightly belittled her.

Aliss interrupted her musings. “I never gave thought to us separating.”

Fiona fisted her hands at her knees. “We will not be separated.”

“Tarr of Hellewyk wants no burden of a sister-in-law.”

“He will get no wife in me and therefore no sister-in-law, and it is a selfish one he is to think to separate twins.” She would fight the devil himself to keep Aliss and her together.

“They plan your wedding at this moment and what follows,” Aliss reminded.

“They think we have no say in the matter.” Fiona picked up a twig off the ground and with two fingers snapped it in two. The thought that the skinny twig could be Tarr’s neck relieved some of her tension.

Aliss drew closer to her sister’s side. “You have an idea?”

Fiona tossed the piece of twig aside, her round face brimming over in a smile. “A plan of sorts that just might work. It will not be easy, but it will certainly delay the wedding and may ultimately prevent the union from ever taking place.”

“Tell me.”

“Leith made it clear that Tarr looked for a strong woman to give him sturdy sons to carry on his clan’s name. Even when I insisted that Tarr had his pick of solid women who fit his requirements, Leith had countered that none matched my courage. And none irritated him as much as I do, though he dared not admit it. My wedding Tarr would serve two purposes. Leith would be rid of me and gain a strong ally.”

“He had intended this all along,” Aliss said with surprise.

“And kept it from me until he felt there was nothing I could do but surrender to his decree.”

Aliss laughed. “Leith always underestimates you.”

“Us,” Fiona corrected. “For my plan involves the two of us.”

“Go on.”

“What if one twin could not be distinguished from the other? After all, we share identical features, bright red hair, green eyes and good birthing hips. Those in the clan even have trouble telling us apart. It is our opposite natures that make us distinct.”

Aliss nodded slowly.

“I am strong-willed and outspoken and I like riding, hunting and weaponry, whereas—”

“I am soft-spoken and softhearted, my interests that of herbs and healing,” Aliss finished.

“We are both independent,” Fiona said, “though many believe you dependent on me and that is only because of your gentleness. They do not know of your courageous nature and it is that strength you must rely on if we are to carry out this charade. We will need to combine our opposite natures so that there will be no distinguishing one from the other. You will need to speak up more, be a bit more bold—”


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Total pages in book: 95
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Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
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0060757833 (ISBN13: 9780060757830)
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Late one cool Scottish night, Aliss is called to the bedside of an ailing cleric. Suddenly, her hands are tied and she is slung over a shoulder, kidnapped by Rogan of the Wolf clan!

Aliss's skill as a healer is legendary, and Rogan needs her talents to save his people. But the last thing he expected was this bewitching lass who dares to stand so defiantly before him.

Aliss refuses to do his bidding ... until he swears to return her home once her task is complete. Yet each blissful moment in her presence merely intensifies his desire, and Rogan soon becomes the captive in their game of seduction. But when she finally learns the real reason for her capture, will he be able to prove to her that his heart is true, or will their love be stolen forever?
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He is dying. Aliss hurriedly dressed, slipping into her dark green skirt and pale yellow blouse, while concern over the cleric’s claim of his imminent death weighed on her mind. The cleric had been fine just this morning when she spoke with him. How could he be dying?

As a healer, she did not take any illness lightly, and being woken in the dark of night by a distraught clan member made one assume the worst.

Aliss quickly scooped her long red hair on top of her head, fastened it with a couple of bone combs, slipped into her doeskin boots, grabbed her healing basket sitting beside the door, and hurried out of her cottage.

A chill filled the late night air, reminding her that although spring had arrived a few weeks ago winter was reluctant to depart. She should have grabbed her shawl but it did not matter. The cleric’s cottage was but a short distance.

A dark cloud blocked the light of the near full moon, causing Aliss to be more cautious of her steps. The night seemed more quiet than usual, not a soul stirred, the only sound a mere whispered breeze.

She arrived at the cleric’s cottage and was disturbed to find the ill man alone. It was unusual that someone would not have remained at his side while she was summoned. The clan Hellewyk always looked after each other and although the young cleric had only been with them a month, he was considered family and treated as such.

Aliss hurried to his bedside, dropping her basket beside her.

“Aliss, is that you?”

“Aye, Cleric John.” She reached out to touch the man’s forehead, worried that fever might be the culprit.

He grabbed her wrist. “You brought your healing basket with you.”

“Worry not, I have what I need to tend you.”

“It holds all you need?”

She hoped to ease his concern. “My cottage is not far if I should need more.”

“Nay, I do not want you to leave me. Does your basket not hold enough healing herbs?”

“It is filled with more than just herbs. I am certain that no matter what ails you, I have something to soothe it and make you well.”

“You are a very good healer.”

“So I have been told. Now let me tend you, for I do not think you are dying.”

“I am sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Aliss said. Thinking he meant that he had disturbed her sleep, she sought to soothe him. “Illness and births do not wait for the light of day. I am often summoned in the middle of the night.”

“Something I counted on.” He leaped off the bed, grabbed her other wrist, forcing both behind her back, and had her trussed like a captive animal before she could blink.

Her scream barely reached her throat when a cloth was shoved into her mouth. A strip of cloth was wound around her mouth and head and tied at the back.

The room suddenly turned upside down when he hefted her over his shoulder, grabbed her healing basket and scurried to the door. He paused cautiously and once satisfied they were alone, he left the cottage without bothering to close the door behind him.

Panic rushed up and sent a wave of nausea coursing through her. Who was this man since he obviously was not a cleric? Why was he abducting her? Where was he taking her?

Fear struck her heart. The culprit who had abducted her and her twin sister Fiona when they were newborns had been caught and punished. They had been reunited with their parents and their brother Raynor.

Could this abduction somehow be connected?

She was jostled as her abductor lost his balance but he quickly regained his footing.

His trail would be easy for Fiona to follow. She was an excellent hunter and horseman and skilled in weaponry. Protective of Aliss, she would let nothing stop her from hunting the kidnapper down, not her pregnancy or her husband Tarr, chieftain of the clan Hellewyk.

Fiona would come after her, she had no doubt. But it disturbed her that her abductor was leaving a trail someone could easily track, because it meant he was either a fool or he had a plan that made it unimportant if he was followed.

She jerked her head up.

Had she heard voices? Were they behind her?

Distant footsteps kept pace with the cleric. She strained to see in the dark. Had someone discovered her absence already? Was her rescue close at hand? She continued to stare into the darkness, but not a single shadow intruded on the night.

She prayed for courage and prayed her sister followed. She heard the footsteps again, but again they faded.

Were Tarr’s men surrounding them this very moment? Would she soon be returned home to family and friends?

Please let this nightmare end soon.

A sudden thought struck and she did not know whether to be fearful or relieved. This abduction could have to do with recent events that had not only upset her but her parents’ clan Blackshaw as well as clan Hellewyk.


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