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Secret Bride of Crannoch Castle — Kate Frederick
'There are those who are wishing you ill, Mistress Della.'
Devastated by a broken engagement, orphaned heiress Adella Sarne accompanied her guardians to the wilds of Scotland for a restful holiday. But when a sudden storm came up over dark Crannoch Loch, her beloved aunt and uncle lost their lives in a boating accident. Only Della was saved by handsome, dark-eyed Sir Robert MacCrannoch who pulled her from the icy depths and carried her to his castle. Alone now, and weak from her brush with death, all Della wanted was to leave the grim turreted castle and return to England, but the brooding, imperious laird had not only saved her life, he had awakened her passions. The castle's scheming, cruel chatelaine, Lady Fiona MacCrannoch, had reasons of her own for wanting Della to leave, and other, darker reasons for forcing her to stay. For Crannoch Castle was not only a maze of underground tunnels, ruined towers, and desolate moors, it was also a place of centuries-old, closely guarded secrets. Secrets that Della had overheard and must not be allowed to repeat, or even remember.
Devastated by a broken engagement, orphaned heiress Adella Sarne accompanied her guardians to the wilds of Scotland for a restful holiday. But when a sudden storm came up over dark Crannoch Loch, her beloved aunt and uncle lost their lives in a boating accident. Only Della was saved by handsome, dark-eyed Sir Robert MacCrannoch who pulled her from the icy depths and carried her to his castle. Alone now, and weak from her brush with death, all Della wanted was to leave the grim turreted castle and return to England, but the brooding, imperious laird had not only saved her life, he had awakened her passions. The castle's scheming, cruel chatelaine, Lady Fiona MacCrannoch, had reasons of her own for wanting Della to leave, and other, darker reasons for forcing her to stay. For Crannoch Castle was not only a maze of underground tunnels, ruined towers, and desolate moors, it was also a place of centuries-old, closely guarded secrets. Secrets that Della had overheard and must not be allowed to repeat, or even remember.
