The Ghost, Greyson, Maeve [funny books to read TXT] 📗

crook of his arm. He scooped up a palmful of holy water, then looked first at Magnus and then Brenna. “The name?”

“Gray Tamhas Maxwell MacCoinnich,” Brenna supplied.

The babe kicked and wriggled, fighting his swaddled blankets as he grunted and growled his displeasure.

“He’s about to cut loose,” Keigan warned. “Ye best hurry so’s ye can hand him back and cover yer ears.”

“Now, now,” Father William swayed from side to side and cooed. “This isna my first christening. I’m good with the bairns. They all love me.”

Little Gray chose that moment to argue the fact with an ear-splitting shriek.

The holy man cleared his throat, leaned closer to the baptismal, and wet the child’s head. “I baptize thee, Gray Tamhas Maxwell MacCoinnich in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.”

The tiny babe shrieked with rage, squirming and fighting as though the priest had tried to drown him. All those gathered in the chapel laughed and cheered.

“Ye’ve still got the touch, Father!” Alexander called out from the front pew where he sat surrounded by his family. Catriona elbowed him and fixed him with a stern look.

“Why do ye always pinch them?” Graham shouted, then flinched and grabbed his arm. Mercy lifted her chin, her sightless gaze fixed straight ahead. “Shame on you, saying such a thing in church. Speak of pinching again. I dare you.”

Brenna scooped the squalling mite out of Father William’s arms and cuddled him to her breast. She crooned and hummed a tuneless song to soothe the furious wee beastie.

Magnus couldn’t be prouder nor more content. Two sons, both canny and fierce and braw. A woman who not only stole his heart but also healed his soul. Life couldn’t be better.

“I am thankful,” he said as he hugged his lady love close and smiled down at his yowling son. The babe squeezed his finger without lessening his wails.

“And I, as well.” Although weariness shone in her smile, love and contentment sparkled in her eyes. “I love ye, my own.”

“I love ye, too, my all.”

From the Author

Dear Reader,

And so, the Highland Heroes series comes to an end. The romantic tales of the seven warriors bound by blade and blood.

I hope you’ve enjoyed meeting the men and women who shaped Clan MacCoinnich and returned it to its glory. I like to think they thrived in their homes at Ben Nevis, Edinburgh, Castle Greyloch, and a hidden island in the Caribbean, then eventually emigrated, fully escaping the final Jacobite uprising and the bloody period in Scotland’s history that followed.

In my mind, some MacCoinnichs and their descendants ended up in North Carolina, some in Nova Scotia, and, of course, Duncan’s branch populated the Archipelago of El Perdido (fictitious name for a cluster of small islands around Barbados). Wherever they settled, they cherished each other, living and loving their happily ever afters they fought so hard to win.

Thank you for taking the time to get to know my beloved Highland Heroes.

All my best,

Maeve

About the Author

“No one has the power to shatter your dreams unless you give it to them.” That’s Maeve Greyson’s mantra. She and her husband of almost forty years traveled around the world while in the U.S. Air Force. Now, they’re settled in rural Kentucky where Maeve writes about her beloved Highlanders and the fearless women who tame them. When she’s not plotting her next romantic Scottish tale, she can be found herding cats, grandchildren, and her husband—not necessarily in that order.

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