When Devon Clayton inherited the stately mansion in England’s wild north from
his uncle, he never imagined what secrets lurked within its walls, hidden for
centuries. When his friends and brothers join him for the holiday, the British
Agents and their families discover that their most unusual case will bring new
meaning to Christmas spirit.
They must now unravel a century-old mystery if they are to break the curse and
save a love that transcends time.
A long novella set in Northumberland in December 1782 and 1892.
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Alaina Claiborne
Blackwood Crossing
Clayton's Honor
Note: The British Agent series books are written to be read as stand-alone
novels. However, they each have cross-over characters, meaning characters from
each book will appear in the others. The only reading order is chronological,
but each title can still be read as stand-alone.
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"Ms. McClintock succeeds in
masterfully weaving both genres meticulously together until mystery lovers are
sold on romance and romance lovers love the mystery!"
—InD'Tale Magazine on Alaina
Claiborne
"This book was
perfectly-paced with mystery, romance, adventure, and so much more. I am
definitely recommending that everyone who loves historical fiction in general
read this book. I cannot wait to start reading the next book in this
series."
—Dreams Come True Through Reading on Blackwood Crossing
"MK McClintock has spun an enchanting
tale deeply entrenched in the lands of Scotland and England that will leave you
riveted to your chair until you turn the last page." —My Life, One Story
at a Time on Blackwood Crossing
"Clayton's Honor by MK
McClintock is a clean historical romance that will keep your heart beating and
your palms sweating. This is definitely a novel that is going on my 'read
again' shelf! A really good and smooth read!" —Readers' Favorite
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Excerpt
He
stood an inch taller than the bay Clydesdale’s withers, over which he smoothed
a gloved hand. His long legs carried him on a smooth stride to the animals’
heads, where he whispered to the front pair and rubbed the white markings on
their faces.
From
where she stood at the window, peering down from the second-level bedroom,
Grace watched his every move, her eyes transfixed on the Highlander. Lingering
fog, not yet burned off from the morning cold, curled around his trew-clad
legs. The leather-trimmed trousers molded what she could see of him beneath his
plaid.
Brice
Maclean, the only guest from north of Edinburgh on her husband’s list of
notables he expected to attend. This one held neither title nor lineage of
consequence, a rarity among Spencer Canterbury’s preferred company.
No
other passenger alighted from the gilded four-in-hand coach, a stately and
expensive conveyance for a single man of no distinction. Wealth, however,
forgave many sins, including a lack of title and position. Grace often believed
her husband—contrary to his claims—valued wealth above all else.
The
Highlander, Spencer had informed her when she read his name on the guest list,
would arrive for business earlier than the other travelers. What enterprise
such a man would have with Lord Canterbury of Northumberland remained a
mystery, and her husband quelled further inquiry.
Their
guest only gave his attention to the earl after speaking with the driver and
watching the team drive away toward the stables. Grace wished she knew of what
they spoke or read the movements of their lips, but they did not turn their
faces upward enough. Only when the earl invited him inside did the Highlander
raise his face to gaze upon the stones. A breeze blew his dark hair away from a
strong face partially covered in an unfashionable light beard. His eyes pierced
her quickly and without apology.
Grace
could not credit what kept her at the window with the curtain pulled back,
allowing Mr. Maclean to witness her spying upon them. His gaze flitted over her
once, then a second time, before leaving her view and entering the house. Under
normal circumstances, she would have been downstairs to greet him. However, she
quickly discovered nothing about Brice Maclean’s arrival was commonplace.
Excerpt
from The Ghost of Greyson Hall copyright © MK McClintock
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MK McClintock is an award-winning author who writes
historical romantic fiction about chivalrous men and strong women who
appreciate chivalry. Her stories of romance, mystery, and adventure sweep
across the American West to the Victorian British Isles with places and times
between and beyond.
Her works include the
following series: Montana Gallaghers, Crooked Creek, British Agents, Whitcomb
Springs, and the stand-alone collection, A Home for Christmas. She is
also the co-author of the McKenzie Sisters Mysteries.
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