About This Book
She was herself, she was another, she was THE BRIDE OF ALDERBURN
Katherine Beaton stood at the edge of the sea-swept cliff and looked back at the outline of the solitary castle silhouetted against the silvering moonlight. Was this the Tower foreshadowed for her in the ancient emblem of the Tarot? What had brought her to Allt-nam-Fearna? Accident? Or something more, a destiny inexorably decreed two centuries before?
Her thoughts turned to James Ridley, the handsome Englishman, and to Alasdair MacRaith whose dark eyes penetrated her very soul, the soul she could no longer even call her own, the soul she shared with a dead woman…
Katherine Beaton stood at the edge of the sea-swept cliff and looked back at the outline of the solitary castle silhouetted against the silvering moonlight. Was this the Tower foreshadowed for her in the ancient emblem of the Tarot? What had brought her to Allt-nam-Fearna? Accident? Or something more, a destiny inexorably decreed two centuries before?
Her thoughts turned to James Ridley, the handsome Englishman, and to Alasdair MacRaith whose dark eyes penetrated her very soul, the soul she could no longer even call her own, the soul she shared with a dead woman…