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- Herausgeber: Velvet Ink Press
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
When Highland laird Ciaran MacCraith takes the defiant daughter of his sworn enemy, he expects nothing but leverage. What he doesn’t expect is Elayne Lennox fierce, proud, and unwilling to be anyone’s pawn in a war carved from blood. In the firelit stillness of the mountains, their clash of wills twists into something neither can command.
Ciaran stands between duty and desire, haunted by vengeance and tempted by a future he never allowed himself to picture. Elayne, bound by loyalty to her name yet drawn to the man who looks past it, must decide if peace is worth the cost of her heart.
Enemies by birth, bound by something far more dangerous. When centuries of hatred ignite, can love rise from the ashes or will one night in the Highlands end the last hope for peace?
***
Their tale is one of many in SINS OF THE CENTURIES, where love is forged in blood, fire, and forbidden desire.
They were warriors and rogues, kings and killers men forged in blood, battle, and forbidden fire. From broken empires to storm-lashed highlands, from velvet-draped chambers to shadowed seas, they took what they wanted… until desire turned against them. Bound by duty, driven by want, marked by the sins of their age, each man meets the one woman who sparks a passion fierce enough to challenge history.
SINS OF THE CENTURIES is a dark, decadent journey through the edges of romance where love is war, trust is fragile, and surrender is the most dangerous act of all. From captive brides to defiant ladies, pirate queens to rebel warriors, every heroine meets her match in fire and fury. Together, they carve out stories too bold to fade and too fierce to forgive.
Every era hides a temptation. Every legacy leaves a scar. In a world of blades and betrayals, these lovers risk everything to taste what should never be theirs.
History remembers power. Passion remembers who dared to burn.
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Tamed by the Highland Flame
A Clan War Romance
SINS OF THE CENTURIES
Isolde Ravencourt
Copyright © 2025 by Isolde Ravencourt
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Table of Contents
Tamed by the Highland Flame
Description
Chapter 1: The Raid
Chapter 2: The Savage Bargain
Chapter 3: The Chains Beneath the Furs
Chapter 4: The Feast of Fire and Ashes
Chapter 5: The Mountain Storm
Chapter 6: The Breaking Point
Chapter 7: The Fire Consumes
Chapter 8: The Reckoning
Chapter 9: The Ultimatum
Chapter 10: The Last Stand
Chapter 11: The Burnt Banner
Epilogue: One Year Later
Tamed by the Highland Flame
Description
When ruthless Highland laird Ciaran MacCraith captures the defiant daughter of his sworn enemy, he expects leverage—not longing. Elayne Lennox is bold, proud, and utterly unwilling to be used as a pawn in his clan’s bloody war. But in the firelit tension of the mountains, what begins as a battle of wills soon sparks into something neither of them can control.
Torn between duty and desire, Ciaran must confront a past carved by vengeance and a future he never imagined. Elayne, caught between the loyalties of her name and the man who sees beyond it, is forced to decide whether peace is worth the cost of surrendering her heart.
Enemies by blood. Bound by passion. When centuries of hatred blaze into something far more dangerous—can love survive the ashes?
Or will one night in the Highlands destroy the last chance for peace?
Chapter 1: The Raid
Ciaran
The wind howled like a cursed spirit through the glen as Ciaran MacCraith guided his horse to the crest of the ridge, eyes locked on the flickering torchlights below. Clan Lennox’s outpost—a cluster of timber halls and stone-walled cottages—lay nestled in the folds of the valley like a fat deer waiting for the kill.
Perfect.
He raised one gloved hand, and the warriors behind him fell silent, breath steaming in the cold Highland air. Fifty men, armed to the teeth, hungry for retribution. This wasn’t about territory anymore. Lennox blood had soaked MacCraith soil last winter, and Ciaran was done waiting for justice through treaties.
Tonight, he’d take it.
He lowered his hand.
The descent was swift. Hooves thundered over frost-hardened ground, the blackness split by war cries and fire. Ciaran led the charge, his claymore gleaming under moonlight as the first wave of sentries stumbled out in alarm.
Steel clashed. Screams rose. A torch lit a thatched roof in seconds.
Ciaran rode hard to the main hall and kicked the doors open with a fury that sent them slamming against stone walls. Inside, chaos reigned—servants shrieked, and a guard lunged.
Ciaran’s blade swung once. The man dropped.
Then—stillness. A breath. A sound like silk dragging over stone.
Ciaran turned.
She stood on the steps. Barefoot. Hair a river of auburn flame tumbling over her shoulders, wrapped in a deep green cloak clasped tight at her neck. Not a tremble in her body. Not even as the firelight flickered across the bloodied steel in his hand.
“Lady Elayne Lennox,” he said.
Her chin lifted. “You’re Ciaran MacCraith.”
“And you’re mine now.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Do I look like something you can own?”
He stepped forward, sword dripping. “No. You look like something I can break.”
She didn’t flinch.
He liked that.
Too much.
***
The bindings were more for show than necessity—just enough to remind her this wasn’t a negotiation. She sat upright on the back of his horse like a damn queen, chin high despite the cold slicing across the moor.
“She’s got more backbone than her father,” Fergus muttered beside him.
“She’s her father’s tool,” Ciaran said. “Now she’s mine.”
“Tools tend to stab when you turn your back.”
Ciaran didn’t answer.
He knew.
They reached the stronghold before dawn. The stone keep rose like a black shadow from the mountainside—cold, unapologetic. As the iron gates groaned open, Elayne finally spoke.
“Charming,” she said. “You bring all your women here?”
“You’re not a woman,” he replied. “You’re a problem.”
“Even better.”
He didn’t miss the smirk she tried to hide. His jaw clenched, but a corner of his mouth might’ve twitched. Just once.
Inside, servants scurried to obey his commands. Elayne was led to the upper chamber—not the dungeons. Not yet. Let her see the firelight. Let her feel the warmth she’d soon be denied.
“I want hot broth and clean linens sent up,” he told the steward.
“For the prisoner?” the man asked, startled.
“For the lady,” Ciaran said—and walked off before his own thoughts could answer: Fool.
***
She touched nothing.
She stood in the center of the chamber, watching him lean against the stone lintel like he owned the sky outside.
“You didn’t kill me,” she said finally.
“Not yet.”
“Why?”
Ciaran crossed the room in two slow steps. She didn’t back away.
“Because you’ll serve me better alive,” he said, voice low. “Your father values you. If he wants you breathing, he’ll talk.”
“What if I don’t want to be a message?”
“You don’t get a say.”
She tilted her head. “But you didn’t chain me to a wall.”
He stepped even closer, brushing past her shoulder on purpose—just enough to feel her shiver.
“Not yet,” he murmured.
She spun on him. “You think this frightens me?”
“I don’t care if it does.”
Their faces were inches apart now, tension thick as storm clouds. She was angry. Defiant. Glorious.
And so godsdamn dangerous.
“Why not kill him?” she whispered. “My father. Isn’t that the Highland way?”
Ciaran stared down at her, jaw tight. “Because death’s too quick for men like him. He deserves to bleed slow.”
“And I?”
He took a breath.
“You’re the blade I’ll use to cut him.”
She stared at him a long moment.
