The Stolen Bride of Glengarra Castle

by Anne Knoll

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• Format: Mass Market Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 0821731254
• ISBN13: 9780821731253
• Release Date: January 1990
• Publisher: Zebra Books
• Length: 316 Pages
• Weight: 0.40 lbs.

Customer Reviews

Would she be the last to wear the Mitchell jewels. . . and survive?

"Tis an evil place, mum, and haunted, too. some say a banshee wails in the Tower!" It had seemed like exile to young Elly Kincaid when she was packed off to England to be raised by an aunt after her mother's death. Now, at eighteen, her long awaited return to Glengarra Castle in County Down was a bitter disappointment. Once again, she was an exile . . . in her own home. Her father was a frail shadow of his former robust self; her brother Hugh, embittered and violent; her childhood sweetheart, hostile to the Kincaids and quick to turn his back on Elly. Naively determined to mend her family's fences, Elly agreed to meet the dark-browed Gavan Mitchell - if only to learn why Hugh was so insistent that she marry the eccentric lord of Bonnie Brae CAstle. Powerfully drawn to the brooding, intense Gava, Elly was determined to ignore the whispered threats, the hints of ghosts and banshees, even the startling sight of a pale woman in her mirror, standing behind her . . . Then Elly heard the wailing sounds from the Tower. Someone was trying to terrify her . . . trying to sap her strength . . . trying to make her a prisoner . . . Excerpt: "Will you dance with the devil, Mistress Elly?" Suddenly he was standing before me, very close, and I felt myself drawn hypnotically into his arms. His lips seared mine in a brutal, passionate kiss that was wicked and wonderful all at the same time. I tried to push him away, but his arms tightened around me. Our bodies fused together as one, and I could feel his heart pounding against mine. I felt myself sinking deeper and deeper into an intoxicating state of complete submission, and with a gigantic effort I brought myself back to sanity. "Please, Sir Gavan," I gasped, pushing against him with all my might. He released me then, and I sagged back against the wall, overcome by weakness and the strange feeling that my body was no longer my own. The mask slipped back over his face, and he was again calm and completely in control. "I'm sorry," he said, "I meant no dishonor. You're a very beautiful woman, and I am human in spite of what you may have heard." I avoided his eyes and tried to summon what little dignity I had left. "I think we should join the others," I said.