{"product_id":"bride-seriesisbn-9780515129939","title":"Bride Series","description":"\u003cb\u003eThe sixth title in \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author Catherine Coulter's Brides series.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA Vicar, widower, and father, Tysen Sherbrooke is unprepared for the courageous spitfire who comes into his life when he becomes a Scottish baron.“A good storyteller…Coulter always keeps the pace brisk.”—\u003ci\u003eFort Worth Star-Telegram\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Ms. Coulter is a one-of-a-kind author who knows how to hook her readers and keep them coming back for more.”—\u003ci\u003eThe Best Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Coulter is excellent at portraying the romantic tension between her heroes and heroines, and she manages to write explicitly but beautifully about sex as well as love.”—\u003ci\u003eMilwaukee Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Coulter instinctively feeds our desire to believe in knights in shining armor and everlasting love—historical romance at its finest.”—BookReporter.com\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“One of the genre’s great storytellers.”—\u003ci\u003eKansas City Star\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“One of the masters of the genre.”—\u003ci\u003eThe Newark Star-Ledger\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Catherine Coulter is one of the best authors of exciting thrillers writing today.”—\u003ci\u003eMidwest Book Review\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eCatherine Coulter\u003c\/b\u003e is the #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of the FBI Thrillers featuring husband and wife team Dillon Savich and Lacey Sherlock. She is also the author—with J. T. Ellison—of the Brit in the FBI series. She lives in Sausalito, California.Northcliffe Hall\u003cp\u003eAugust 15, 1815\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTYSEN SHERBROOKE GAZED out the wide windows onto\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ethe east lawn of Northcliffe, his brow furrowed thoughtfully.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“As a matter of fact,” he said, “I did know that I\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ewas in line for the title, Douglas, but I was so far down\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eon the list of rightful heirs that I never imagined it could\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eactually happen. Indeed, I haven’t even thought of it for\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ea good decade. The last grandson, Ian, he’s really dead?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Yes, just six months before the old man died. It seems\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ehe fell off a cliff into the North Sea. The solicitor seems\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eto think Ian’s death is what shoved Old Tyronne into the\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003egrave. Of course, he was eighty-seven, so he probably\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003edidn’t need much of a push. That means that you, Tysen,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eare now Baron Barthwick. It’s an old barony, dating back\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eto the early fifteenth century, when men of importance\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ewere barons. Earls were later additions, upstarts for a very\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003elong time.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I remember Kildrummy Castle, of course,” Tysen said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e “It’s right on the coast, below Stonehaven, overlooking\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ethe North Sea. It’s a beautiful place, Douglas, not immensely\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003etall with no windows like the old medieval Scottish\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ecastles, but newer, built in the late seventeenth\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ecentury, I believe. I remember being told that the original\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ecastle was destroyed in one of their interminable clan\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003efights. The new one, it’s got gables and chimney stacks—\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ea good dozen of them—and four round angle-turrets. The\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003elower floor of the castle is closed off by the building itself\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eand attached to a curtain wall that encloses a very large\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003einner courtyard.” Tysen paused a moment, seeing everything\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003efrom a younger perspective, and his eyes glistened\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ea bit as he said, “Ah, but the countryside, Douglas, it is\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003euntamed and wild, as if God gazed down upon it, decided\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eagainst our modern buildings and roads, and left it untouched.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThere are more crags than you can begin to\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ecount, and deep-rutted paths, just one narrow, winding\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eroad, really, that leads to the castle. There’s a steep, rocky\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ehill that goes down to a beach, and wildflowers, Douglas,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ewildflowers everywhere.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThis was quite a poetic outpouring from his staid, very\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eserious and literal brother. Douglas was pleased that Tysen\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003enot only remembered Barthwick so well but also appeared\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eto admire it immensely. He said, “I remember your\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003egoing there with Father when you were—what? About ten\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eyears old?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“That’s right. It was one of the best times of my life.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eDouglas wasn’t at all surprised. It was unusual that any\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eof them had ever had their father completely to themselves.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhenever Douglas had his father’s full attention,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ehe’d felt blessed by the Almighty. He still missed the\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eformer earl, an honorable man who had loved his children\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eand managed to tolerate his difficult wife with a wry smile\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eand a shrug of his shoulders. Douglas sighed. So much\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003echange. “Since you are now the holder of an ancient me3\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003edieval barony, I suppose I shall have to let you sit above\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ethe salt.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTysen didn’t laugh, but perhaps he did smile, just a bit.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe hadn’t laughed much since he’d decided to become a\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eman of God when he was seventeen. Douglas remembered\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003etheir brother Ryder telling Tysen that of all the men\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eplaced on this benighted earth, it was a vicar who should\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ehave the greatest sense of humor, since God obviously\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003edid. Just look at all the absurdities that surrounded us.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHadn’t Tysen ever observed the mating ritual of peacocks,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003efor example? And just look at their buffoon of a prince\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eregent, who was so fat he had to be hoisted in and out of\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ehis bathtub? Ah, but Tysen was serious, his sermons highminded,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003estark in their message that God was a stern taskmaster\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eand not apt to easily overlook a man’s lapses.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTysen was now thirty-one years old. He certainly had the\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003elook of the Sherbrookes—tall, well built, brown hair\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003estreaked with blond, and Sherbrooke eyes the color of a\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003esummer sky. Douglas was the changeling, with his jetblack\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ehair and dark eyes.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBut Tysen didn’t have his siblings’ love of life, their\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eseemingly inborn boundless joy, their belief that the world\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ewas a very fine place indeed.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Sitting above the salt—I haven’t heard that phrase in\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ea very long time,” Tysen said. “I suppose I must travel to\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eScotland and see what’s what.” He sighed. “There is always\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eso much that demands my time here, but Great Uncle\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTyronne deserves an heir who will at least see that the\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eestate is run properly—not that I have much experience\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ein that area.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“You know I will assist you, Tysen. You need but ask.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWould you like me to accompany you to Barthwick?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTysen shook his head. “No, Douglas, but I thank you.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt is something that is my responsibility. I have an effi-\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e4 CATHERINE COULTER\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ecient curate who can assume my duties for a while. You\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eremember Samuel Pritchert, don’t you?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eOh, yes, no way to forget that dour prig. Douglas\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003emerely nodded.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“No, I will go by myself. All the heirs dead. Douglas,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI remember all the cousins. So many boys. All of them\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eare really dead?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Yes, a great shame. Disease, accidents, duels, a case\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eof too much revelry. As I said, the last heir, Ian Barthwick,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eevidently fell off a cliff into the North Sea. The\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003esolicitor wasn’t specific about exactly how it happened.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“There must have been six boys to inherit, all of them\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ebefore me. And that’s why, as I remember, Great Uncle\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTyronne set me up as an heir. It amused him to see it\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003edone legally—to place an English boy in line for an ancient\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eScottish barony. Naturally he never expected that it\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ewould come about.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“And now it’s yours, Tysen. His jest came back to hit\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ehim in the face. The castle, the rich grazing lands, more\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003esheep than you can count even when you’re trying to fall\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003easleep—all of it belongs to an Englishman. And many of\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ethe crofters and tenants are fishermen, so that means that\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eeven during bad times, no one starves. It isn’t a wealthy\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eholding, but it is substantial. I understand that Great Uncle\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTyronne didn’t believe in clearances. None of that has\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eever been done on Barthwick land.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Good for him,” Tysen said. “It’s a pernicious practice,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eDouglas, dragging people off land that they’ve farmed or\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eraised sheep on for hundreds of years.” He paused a moment,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ethen said, “I suppose that my son Max is now the\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eheir to the Barony of Barthwick. I do wonder what he\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ewill have to say to that.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe would probably quote some Latin, Douglas thought.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHis brother’s elder boy was very intelligent, quiet, a\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003escholar, perhaps even more serious than his father had\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ebeen at his age. He had been named after their grandfather,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ethe only scholar in the entire line of Sherbrookes, so\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003efar as Douglas knew.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“When you leave, Tysen, bring the children here, and\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAlex and I will look after them. Your Meggie can whip\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003enot only her brothers into shape but her cousins as well.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHeathens, the both of them.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTysen did smile then, a slow, calm smile. “She is amazing,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eisn’t she, Douglas?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Just like Sinjun at her age. Meggie will rule your\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ehousehold, Tysen, if you’re not careful.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTysen looked appalled. “No, really, not at all like Sinjun,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eDouglas. Perhaps she looks like Sinjun, but a hoyden\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003elike Sinjun? Oh, no. I remember Sinjun could drive you\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eto Bedlam with her antics. Oh, no, Meggie is much more\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003erestrained, much more a little lady than Sinjun ever was.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eDouglas said, “Do you remember how Father threw up\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ehis hands when Sinjun kicked Tommy Maitland in his\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ebackside and he went flying off a cliff? Thank God he\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003edidn’t break his neck.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTysen said, “And that time she sewed all your trouser\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003elegs together? I can still hear you yelling, Douglas. No,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMeggie isn’t like Sinjun was. She’s very obedient. I’ve\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003enever had a day’s worry with her.” Suddenly a slight furrow\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eappeared between his brows. “Well, perhaps she does\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ehave our two servants at her beck and call. Perhaps also\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ethe boys do obey her quickly, usually without fuss. Then\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ethere’s Cook, who actually bakes dishes just for Meggie.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBut it is her sweetness, her patience, that gains her the\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003elove and obedience of all those at the vicarage, even her\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ebrothers.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt was difficult to restrain himself, but Douglas didn’t\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eroll his eyes. Was his brother completely blind? Evidently\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eso. Meggie was careful around her father, the chit was\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e6 CATHERINE COULTER\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ethat smart. He said, “I remember I boxed Sinjun’s ears so\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003emany times I lost count.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTysen said, “I did that once. As I remember, I was\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ethirteen and she was nine and she had tied the tail of my\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003efavorite kite around Corkscrew’s neck—you remember\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCorkscrew, don’t you, Douglas? What a dog! He was the\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003every best. In any case, then Sinjun throws a stick and off\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003egoes Corkscrew, and believe it or not, that kite lifted off\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ethe ground, before it got tangled up in one of Mother’s\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003erosebushes and got ruined. I smacked her before she managed\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eto run and hide from me.” Then, very suddenly, Tysen\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003emanaged a very big smile. “I hadn’t realized—I will\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003esee Sinjun and Colin. It’s been too long.” He rose and\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003estretched. “Well, I suppose there is no time like the present.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSamuel Pritchert will take good care of all our people.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThank you for taking the children, Douglas. I believe I\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ewill leave on Wednesday. I daresay I can write a good\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003edozen sermons in my head, it will take so long to get\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ethere.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMeggie quickly ran down the long hallway when she\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eheard her father moving toward the door of Uncle Douglas’s\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eestate room. She ran right into her aunt Alex. “Goodness,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMeggie, are you all right?” Alex grasped her niece’s\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003earms and eyed her closely. “You were listening, weren’t\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eyou? Oh dear, I did too at your age. Your aunt Sinjun\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003estill does. What is going on, Meggie?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Father is going to Scotland on Wednesday. He’s leaving\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ethe boys here.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAlex raised a brow. “Oh, yes, the new title. It’s right\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ethat he should go. And what about you?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Oh,” Meggie said, giving her aunt a very wicked\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003esmile. “I’m going with him. He needs me, you know.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“You think he will take you?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Oh, yes,” Meggie said. “Is there anything I can do for\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eyou, Aunt Alex?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAlex Sherbrooke just stared down at her niece and\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003elightly touched her fingertips to her lovely hair. Tysen\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003edidn’t have a chance, she thought. She sent Meggie up to\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ethe schoolroom to have luncheon with her brothers and\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ecousins. They were evidently holding special races, using\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ethe tables and desks for obstacles, their tutor, Mr. Murphy,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ehad told her as he’d mopped the sweat off his brow. Alex\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eknew that Meggie could bring them back to order. She\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ewas still smiling when Tysen and Douglas came out of\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ethe library.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Hollis just told me that luncheon is served,” she said.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Indeed, my lord,” Hollis said, giving Tysen a rare\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003esmile. “The title and dignities will suit you well.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Thank you, Hollis.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAlex said, “Is the new and very worthy Baron Barthwick\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eready for some of Cook’s thin-sliced ham?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“How very odd that sounds,” Tysen said thoughtfully,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ethen he added in a very serious voice, “And be sure that\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI am seated above the salt cellars, Alex. I am now that\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eimportant.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe laughed, as did Douglas, but Tysen didn’t. He\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003emerely acknowledged with a slight smile that he’d said\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003esomething that could be construed as moderately witty,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ethen asked about his nephews’ health.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Their health is splendid,” Douglas said. “It’s their\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003edamned good looks that are driving me to the brink of\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003emadness. Both James and Jason will slay the women, Tysen.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBy God, they are only ten years old—the same age\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eas little Meggie—and already all the local girls are showing\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eup on our doorstep at all hours, presenting colorful\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ebouquets of flowers wrapped up in pink ribbons for Alex,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003epresenting me with homemade slippers, even plates of\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003etarts that they claim they baked with their own small\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ehands—anything to bring themselves to the twins’ attention.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMost of the time, they have no idea which twin is\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ewhich, so you can imagine how many pranks the boys\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eplay on them.” Douglas shook his head, then added,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Thank God, so far the boys take it in stride, but it’s\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003enonetheless nauseating and portends bad things for the\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003efuture.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTysen said as he seated himself at the small dining table,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I suppose they do greatly resemble your sister,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAlex.” He added matter-of-factly, “It’s true that she is the\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003emost beautiful woman I have ever seen. 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