Table of Contents
ROMANTIC TIMES RAVES ABOUT NEWYORK TIMES BESTSELLlNG AUTHOR CONNIE MASON!
Praise
SUCCUMBING TO THE ENEMY
Other Leisure and Love Spell books by Connie Mason:
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter One
Caithness Province, Scottish Highlands, 1415
Braemoor Castle
Ravenscraig Tower
Chapter Two
Ravenscraig Tower
St. Tears Chapel
Braebum Castle
Ravenscraig Tower
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Ravenscraig Castle
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Sinclair Keep
Ravenscraig Tower
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Epilogue
AUTHOR’S NOTE
ROMANTIC TIMES RAVES ABOUT NEWYORK TIMES BESTSELLlNG AUTHOR CONNIE MASON!
A TASTE OF PARADISE
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A KNIGHT’S HONOR
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GYPSY LOVER
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THE ROGUEAND THE HELLION
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THE LAIRD OF STONEHAVEN
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LIONHEART
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THE DRAGON LORD
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BEYOND THE HORIZON
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SUCCUMBING TO THE ENEMY
His mouth, now just inches from her lips, lowered. This time there was nothing gentle in his kiss as he thrust his tongue inside her mouth and tasted her thoroughly. Before Gillian could bite him again, he sucked her tongue into his mouth, his tongue tangling with hers. “What...are...you...doing?” Gillian asked on a gasp. He raised his head. “Do you like it?”
“I ... nay, I like naught you do to me.”
“Liar.”
Gillian felt her resistance slowly ebbing. What kind of man was the MacKenna to burrow through her defenses so quickly? What kind of woman was she to succumb so easily to her enemy? Her body felt heavy, sluggish, his kisses drugging. His mouth and tongue were doing things to her she never imagined possible. And now he was kissing her...again.
“MacKenna! Stop!”
Other Leisure and Love Spell books by Connie Mason:
A TASTE OF PARADISE
A KNIGHT’S HONOR
GYPSY LOVER
THE PIRATE PRINCE
THE LAST ROGUE
THE LAIRD OF STONEHAVEN
TO LOVE A STRANGER
SEDUCED BY A ROGUE
TO TAME A RENEGADE
LIONHEART
A LOVE TO CHERISH
THE ROGUE AND THE HELLION
THE DRAGON LORD
THE OUTLAWS: SAM
THE OUTLAWS: JESS
THE OUTLAWS: RAFE
THE BLACK KNIGHT
GUNSLINGER
BEYOND THE HORIZON
PIRATE
BRAVE LAND, BRAVE LOVE
WILD LAND, WILD LOVE
BOLD LAND, BOLD LOVE
VIKING!
SURRENDER TO THE FURY
FOR HONOR’S SAKE
LORD OF THE NIGHT
TEMPT THE DEVIL
PROMISE ME FOREVER
SHEIK
ICE & RAPTURE
LOVE ME WITH FURY
SHADOW WALKER
FLAME
TENDER FURY
DESERT ECSTASY
A PROMISE OF THUNDER
PURE TEMPTATION
WIND RIDER
TEARS LIKE RAIN
THE LION’S BRIDE
SIERRA
TREASURES OF THE HEART
CARESS & CONQUER
PROMISED SPLENDOR
WILD IS MY HEART
MY LADY VIXEN
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Chapter One
Caithness Province, Scottish Highlands, 1415
The clash of swords, the cry of the wounded, and the sharp scent of gore rose above the eerie mists swirling around the combatants. The blood feud over land, supremacy and vengeance raged unabated in the glacier-scored valley separating MacKenna land from the MacKay holdings. The feud had had its beginnings a century ago, when Clan MacKenna won Ravenscraig Tower and the surrounding fertile lands from Clan MacKay; they had been bitter enemies ever since.
Laird Ross of Clan MacKenna, a fierce and courageous warrior, flexed the muscles in his bulging forearms as he wielded his claymore in his clan’s defense. He fought side by side with his kinsmen, wincing every time one of them fell beneath a MacKay sword. Ross knew Clan MacKenna couldn’t afford to lose another family member. Too many of his kinsmen had died feuding with the MacKays and their allies over the years. Constant warring had taken its toll. They had seen their lands decrease and their resources dwindle.
Ross’s own father and one of his uncles had fallen beneath a MacKay claynaore, and so had his younger brother and several cousins. Ross knew this senseless killing had to stop, but he had no idea how to end it.
“Watch your back!” Ross’s uncle Gordo yelled from behind him.
Ross whirled, his tartan swirling about his powerful thighs as he faced this new challenge. His eyes widened as a veritable virago bore down on him, red hair flipping about a delicate, fine-boned face, and a MacKay tartan flying about calves and thighs far too shapely to belong to a seasoned warrior.
Ross immediately checked the downward stroke of his claymore, a stroke that would have cleaved the lassie in two if he had followed through. But that did not stop the warrior woman from jabbing her claymore at Ross, nicking his thigh.
“Cease, lass!” Ross roared. “I doona kill women”
“Lass or nay, I’m a MacKay!” the woman shouted back. “Defend yourself or die!”
She came at him again, flame-red hair flowing behind her, gem-green eyes glittering. The wind caught the edge of her tartan, giving him a flash of a firm white buttock. The sight so mesmerized Ross that he nearly forgot to defend himself. But his senses returned in time for him to deflect her blow.
“Desist, I say!” Ross growled. “Who are you?”
“Your enemy,” the woman panted as she ducked out of reach of Ross’s sword.
“I doona want to kill you, but I will it you refuse to leave the battlefield.”
“You can try,” the woman taunted. “I trained with my brothers—you willna find me easy to slay.”
Though Ross had to admit the flame-haired lass was adept with a sword, she was no match for a warrior renowned for his fighting skills. Ross continued to dodge and parry his opponent’s efforts without inflicting too much harm, though he was growing weary of this child’s play.
The day was waning. Wisps of mist peeled away daylight as the sun dropped behind the Cuillin Hills. It was no longer possible to distinguish the MacKenna red-and-black tartan from the MacKay green and blue. From the comer of his eye, Ross surveyed the battlefield. Men from both clans lay on the ground, while others helped their wounded comrades off to the sidelines.
Ross spotted the MacKay laird bending over a body that lay unmoving in the blood-soaked dirt. He heard the laird’s anguished cry and saw him beat his chest. Obviously someone dear to the man had fallen.
Ross could scarcely see his opponent now for the dark mist that swirled around him. He cursed as the lass continued to hack away at him. Though she deliberately aimed for vital parts, her efforts were hindered by Ross’s skill and the lengthening shadows.
Suddenly the MacKay laird appeared at the lass’s side, his face contorted by grief. Grasping the lass’s arm, he pulled her away from Ross’s deadly sword.
“Gillian, what are you doing here?”
“Fighting,” Gillian replied. “Let me go. I have the MacKenna laird where I want him. Let me finish him off.”
Ross nearly laughed aloud. It would be a cold day in hell when a lass got the better of Ross MacKenna.
Tearlach MacKay glared at Ross. “1’m taking my dead home. Let the battle be over for now.” So saying, he dragged the flame-haired warrior woman away.
“We’ll meet again, MacKenna; count on it,” the woman shouted.
“I’m looking forward to it,” Ross returned.
Ross turned away, the woman instantly forgotten as he looked over the battlefield. Too many dead and wounded, he thought, shaking his head. The feud was killing men in their prime from both Clan MacKenna and Clan MacKay But no matter how hard he tried to envision it, Ross saw no peace as long as Clan MacKay continued to demand the return of Ravenscraig and the fertile lands surrounding the tower.
“You’d best come, lad,” Gordo said. “Your cousin Gunn is among the fallen.”
Ross snapped his head around. “Gunn? He is but a lad, scarcely old enough to wield a sword.”
“Aye, but wield one he did, and he is likely to die for his bravery.”
“Take me to him,” Ross ordered.
His body limp, his face pale, Gunn lay on the cold ground, his life’s blood quickly draining from him. The boy, still a gangly youth despite his muscular body, opened his eyes.
“Och, lad, why didna you remain at Ravenscraig, as I asked you?” Ross choked out.
Somehow Gunn found the energy to shake his head. “I couldna remain with the women, Ross. Not as long as I am able to wield a sword. You taught me yourself.”
Ross leaned close. Gunn’s words were so softly spoken, Ross could barely hear him. “Hang on, lad. Old Gizela will fix you up as good as new.”
A light rain began to fall, dampening spirits as well as clothing. Ross whipped off his distinctive red-and-black plaid and placed it over his cousin. He felt neither the cold nor the sting of rain; what he felt was a bone-deep sorrow. And anger.
“How bad is it, Gordo?” Ross asked.
Gordo knelt in the blood-drenched dirt and lightly touched Gunn’s rapidly cooling flesh. “He’s gone, Ross.”
“Naaay!” Ross shouted up to the heavens. “ ’Tis not fair. Did you see which MacKay struck the killing blow, Gordo?”
“Nay, lad, it could have been any one of them.”
“Even the woman,” Ross said beneath his breath as he scooped Gunn into his arms and carried him back to Ravenscraig Tower.
Braemoor Castle
Gillian paced her chamber, waiting for her father to determine her punishment. She didn’t regret joining her father and brothers in their ongoing battle with Clan MacKenna. She had been training with her brothers for years and felt competent enough to fight the enemy. She was of an age to make her own decisions, and joining the battle had been her choice. She had been willing to suffer the consequences; why was her father so angry?
The sheer exhilaration of actually wielding a sword in battle against the hated MacKenna laird had left Gillian too excited to rest. She replayed in her mind the exact moment she’d realized she had engaged Ross MacKenna in battle and was holding her own against him. If Da hadn’t dragged her away, she might have driven her sword straight into her enemy’s heart. What a grand day that would have been!
It was rumored that Ross MacKenna was nearly invincible on the battlefield. Bards sang his praises throughout the Highlands. From what she had seen, the man was certainly bonny enough. “Twas said his clan was descended from the Norse Vikings who’d settled Caithness centuries ago, and Ross MacKenna lacked none of the renowned Viking fierceness.
Though the MacKenna’s sky-blue eyes had glittered at her with malice, she could see why women spun tales about his prowess in bed. Admittedly, his muscular body might hold appeal for some women, but not for her. She preferred the more refined Angus Sinclair to a rough and violent man like the MacKenna. Gillian was as good as promised to the Sinclair laird, and was eager for the betrothal to be finalized.
Footsteps sou
nded outside her door. Gillian braced herself as her father burst into the chamber. Tearlach MacKay, a large, barrel-chested man in his middle years, wore an expression that sent Gillian’s heart plummeting to her toes. Rage softened by sadness shimmered within the depths of his dark eyes.
“Name my punishment,” Gillian challenged. “Just don’t expect me to regret what I did. I can fight as well as Tavis. Why shouldn’t I be allowed to raise a sword in the clan’s defense?”
The MacKay’s fists clenched at his sides. “Tavis is dead. He died on the battlefield.”
Gillian’s knees buckled; she stumbled to a bench and sat down heavily. Tavis was Gillian’s younger brother by one year and dearly loved by her. “Nay, it canna be.”
“ ’Tis true, lass. His body is being prepared as we speak. Tavis is my second son to die by a MacKenna’s sword; do you think I want to lose my only daughter in the same way?”
Gillian searched her father’s face, frightened by what she saw there. Weariness etched deep lines around his eyes, and his hair seemed to have grown gray overnight. Damn the MacKenna for tearing apart her family. First Loren and now Tavis. When would it all end?
“I canna lose another bairn,” MacKay lamented. “And you,” he said, pointing a thick finger at her, “deliberately placed yourself in danger. A battleground is no place for a lass. You were mad to challenge the MacKenna. The man is heartless; he could have sliced you in two with little effort.”