New Scottish Medieval from Tarah Scott

My latest release The Pendulum: Legacy of the Celtic Brooch is now available.

Two men.

Two murderers.

Two demands for the promised payment of marriage.

Murder, deceit, and fraud pull Lady Arin Keith between these men.

Which one will bed her, claim her...own her?


Lady Airin Keith won't rest until Lord Jason Bothwell is tried and convicted for the murder of his young wife. An unexpected marriage proposal brings an opportunity to prove the earl's guilt, but the knight who appears with her great grandmother's lost brooch threatens to interfere with Airin's brand of justice when he demands the agreed payment of marriage.

CHAPTER ONE

Scottish Highlands, 1388

Lady Airin Keith slid free the bolt, then inched open the hidden door to the Scarlet Knight’s bedchamber. Light sliced across the floor in a single, thin strand, and music, along with male laughter, seeped into the room from the great hall below. She hesitated. The hallway door had been left ajar. Had the knight already taken to his bed? The hour was not yet nine. Surely, he wouldn't leave the merry making so early? Mayhap he was unable to hold his liquor. That would serve her well, but no man such as the Scarlet Knight could be anything less than a skilled drunkard. Curse him and her father. She had ridden hard in order to arrive before it was too late.

Airin cocked an ear, straining to hear any sounds of light snoring or breathing. Nothing. She pushed open the door several inches and peered into the dark until the bed took shape. Thank the saints, empty. She whirled, her long braid snapping around to her belly, and hurried to retrieve the lit candle she'd left around the bend.

Back at the door, she stepped into the room as a man staggered down the hallway. She jerked her head right as his backside disappeared from view. A moment later, his roar of laughter echoed up the stairs he descended.

Fool. ‘Twould serve him right if he landed skull first on the great hall’s stone floor. Airin hurried to the hall door. With a quick glance through the slitted opening, she clicked the door shut, then turned and blew out a long breath. When this was finished, she would teach her father a lesson for such underhanded dealing.

Her gaze fell on a table sitting beneath the lavishly curtained window to the right of the bed opposite her. On the table sat a small, unadorned, wooden box. Airin stared. The box looked like that which Perry had described in his missive. By the saints, could the burglary be accomplished so easily? At least a hundred men milled about the castle. Yet, no guard stood watch outside the room. Mayhap the Scarlet Knight was not as canny as was said. The thought should have soothed; instead, dread coiled like an adder around her insides.

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