“They are saying,” Lachlan went on in a tone halfway between enjoyment and condemnation, “your soul is damned and even God has washed His hands of you.” Aye, well, the clansmen still stood with him. Heedlessly and persistently, he had banished whatever good feeling anyone in his world harbored for him: his sister, his raggedy slew of cousins, his father’s men at arms, and the other companions of his childhood. Lachy had been Dougal’s closest friend-his one friend, would Dougal admit it-for as long as either of them could remember, and the sole person Dougal had not succeeded in driving away. He had no desire for his companion’s wild opinions, smiting his ears.īut no one had ever convinced Lachlan MacElwain to keep his opinions to himself. The wet night, foul and chill, had cast a pall upon the hour and unsettled him. Dougal MacRae-the Black Devil-narrowed his eyes and propped one booted foot on the hob, reaching for comfort he did not expect to find. The words hissed through the hush of midnight, competing with the voice of the wind rising outside. They call you the Devil Black: Diabhal Dubh.”

“Do you know what they call you? The monster without conscience the destroyer he who ruins whatever he touches. Published in the United States of America except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.Ĭontact Information: Art by Tina Lynn Stout No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.Īll rights reserved. The King has decreed he must settle and take a wife.Thank you for purchasing this publication of The Wild Rose Press, Inc. They call him “Diabhal Dubh” – Devil Black – and he spends his days terrorizing the countryside, trying to outdistance the memories that torture him. But when her coach is held up and she is abducted by a dangerous highwayman, she faces an unexpected choice: suffer the loveless union to which she has resigned herself, or marry this ruthless, Scottish outlaw who can ignite her desire with a single touch.

A pretty, tartan skirt.ĭisgraced in her father’s eyes, Isobel Maitland travels to Scotland, determined to purchase her sister’s happiness at the cost of her own. Let’s talk about the fact that the Highland Devil is wearing a skirt. Shall we talk about his hang-dog expression (is that meant to be sultry? Are I-Don’t-Want-To-Be-Here-Eyes the new come-hither?)? Shall we talk about the fact that his left nipple is lovingly embraced by the “L” in the title? Shall we discuss the fact that he’s clearly standing in front of a teeny tiny black coach and horses? No.

Devil Black by Laura Strickland