Tempted.

Virginia Henley.

In memory of my father, Thomas Syddall.

and Dedicated to the real Tina (Moskow) and Damaris (Rowland). Two blithe spirits!.

Chapter 1.

Twixt Wigtown and the town of Ayr, Portpatrick and the Cruives o Cree, No man needs think for tae bide there Unless he court wi Kennedy!

Valentina Kennedy, so named because she had been born on Saint Valentines day, was more often called Firebrand or Flaming Tina because of her glorious red-gold hair, all molten flames and fire. She brushed it back with a nervous gesture as she approached the tower room of Castle Doon. Her expressive golden eyes, usually so dreamy or sparkling with challenge, were now liquid with apprehension.

She straightened her shoulders and pushed open the door with a bravado she did not feel. Simply stepping over the threshold was an act of courage, for ever since she was a child this room had been dubbed the torture chamber She had always played roughhouse with her older brothers, sometimes showing more daring and recklessness than they did and she felt quite cocky when she heard the servants call her a plucky little lass.

But her mettle had deserted her the day they dragged her up to the torture chamber and showed her the crude instruments one by one, describing in grisly detail how Butcher Bothwick cut out a tongue or plucked out an eyeball. They had gleefully pointed out the red-stained flagstones and reached for a jar of black leeches they said would suck out her blood. Valentina flushed remembering what she had done when she saw Butcher Bothwick, the hairy giant who wielded these instruments of torture. She had fainted.

It was years later before she understood that Bothwick was the castle surgeon who staunched Kennedy wounds, lanced boils or pulled rotten teeth. A toothache was the reason for her being here today. She had never had a tooth pulled before, never even seen a tooth extracted from anyone else, but common sense told her there would be pain and there would be blood.

Come in, lass. Ive been expectin ye, said the big man in a thick Scots brogue, flexing his muscles with pride, eager to show his finesse.

Tina was quite literally terrified, yet she had so much stiff Scots pride, she would rather die than allow this man to know her total fear of him.

I ha all in readiness, he said, taking up a pair of torturous-looking pincers in hands whose size made her tremble, for she knew with a certainty that they were too large to be capable of gentleness. Tina seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move, until Bothwick encouraged her, Im no a monster, Ill no hurt ye!

She took a deep breath to steady herself, and his promise made her fear recede a little. She shrugged one pretty shoulder and walked boldly forward. He towered above her, so close she could smell the whisky on his breath. His bare biceps bulged above hairy forearms, clearly displaying his strength, and she knew he could easily overpower her if she resisted.

His fingers brushed her lips and he coaxed roughly, Open for me, theres a good lass.

An inborn instinct for self-preservation made her shrink from him, backing away slowly and imperceptibly, but with dismay she saw him advance upon her with determination. She broke away from him and retreated hastily, no longer able to bear his touch. The couch was now between them. Lie doon here fer a minute, an itll be over an done wi, he urged, but every instinct told her she would then be completely at his mercy.

Tinas mind seethed with uncharitable thoughts of her family. Her young sister had cast her a look that told her plainly Beth was most thankful she was not the one to suffer such a dreadful fate. Her loutish brothers slapped their thighs, hilarious that for once fate was being unkind to the willful beauty of the family.

Ive hardly complained at all! Tis not fair! shed cried, and theyd laughed all the harder at her predicament, winking at each other and demanding, Who the hell ever said life was fair? But it was her father she blamed the most at this moment. Hed issued his orders and none dared disobey him. Even her timid mother had blanched when Rob Kennedy, Lord of Galloway, had said, She goes to Bothwick!

B-Butcher Bothwick? Oh Rob, must she?

Aye, ye heard me, womanyer no deaf, and Ill have no weepin and wailin. His fierce glance swept over all with a challenge. Is there any in this room dares tae hint I dinna ken whats best fer ma ain family?

Valentinas throat constricted, and her lovely full breasts rose and fell with her growing apprehension as the powerful man vaulted across the couch to trap her.

When he slipped a thickly muscled arm about her shoulders to prevent a second escape, fear swept over her in a great wave. She squeezed her eyes closed as she felt the rough stone wall against her bottom, and she knew she could retreat no further.

He took her chin in his hand, forcing back her head. Her pleading eyes sought his. Please, no. Cant we wait until tomorrow?

Dinna be a coward, lassthe longer ye wait, the more affeared yell be. Well do it now! he said decisively. Ill be quick as I can aboot it.

To be called a coward was anathema to Tina. She gathered every ounce of courage and swayed toward him. His fingers touched her lips gently as he whispered, Open fer me.

She did as she was bidden, and he slipped his fingers into her mouth. Her dark lashes swept to her cheeks, a low moan built in her throat, and as she felt him probing, she could not speakshe could not even breathe.

Suddenly something inside her snapped.

She gathered all her strength and pushed the huge man away from her with a suddenness that sent him sprawling across the flagstones.

Judas Iscariot! he cursed.

Valentina was immediately contrite. Oh Bothwick, Im sorry. She reached down to help the burly man to his feet. Its just that I changed my mind. Suddenly the pain disappeared and my tooth doesnt hurt anymore. Theres no point pulling a perfectly good tooth.

Liar! he accused gruffly, rubbing a skinned elbow.

Suddenly she grinned and the older man thought hed never seen such a radiant lass in his life. I dont care if you call me liar, so long as you dont call me coward.

Dont tell them I was afraid, for I certainly wasnt. When you put your fingers in my mouth, the pain vanished.

You have the healing touch, Bothwick.

He grinned back at her reluctantly and put away the primitive-looking instrument hed been holding. Yer a liar, but yer a bonnie liar!

Ill go and see Mr. Burque. Hell give me something to help.

Wheesht, lass, tis his muck give ye the toothache tae start with. Yon prancin fop will rot every tooth in yer haid afore hes done.

Mr. Burque was the elegant French chef who had accompanied her mother to Scotland when she had married Lord Kennedy. When Bothwick saw the forlorn look on her face, he relented. Away with ye tae the kitchens then. Nae doot his chocolate will cosset ye a wee.

Down in the castle kitchen Tina couldnt help comparing Mr. Burques attractive hands with the thick, hairy ones of Bothwick. He was fluting the edges of a gigantic mutton pie, his long, slim fingers transforming the hearty fare into an artistic masterpiece. Tina sat upon his worktable, her foot propped upon a kitchen stool.

Cherie, Ill be putting flour on your pretty gown, he warned.

Youll be putting flowers on my grave if you dont give me something for this toothache, she said dramatically.

Mr. Burque was all sympathetic concern at her cri de coeur He rolled his eyes and wrung his hands at her plight. Valentina laughed up into his attractive expressive face, thoroughly enjoying his company. He was better looking than most women, and the two had shared a rapport since she was a child. Mr. Burque lifted the lid of his precious spice box, selected a tiny treasure from it, and, holding it between elegant thumb and first finger, uttered a fanfare: Ta-da!

Tina sniffed the minuscule object and decided it was a clove. She opened her mouth for this man as trustingly as a baby bird, and he popped it against the offending tooth.

They were both startled by the loud, grating voice of Rob Kennedy as his imposing bulk filled the entranceway to the kitchen. He saw the two heads close together but had no fears for his daughters chastity with yon prinking, prancing ninny of a Frenchman. Did ye attend Bothwick as ye were bidden?

Lady Valentina jumped down from the table and faced her father squarely. I did, my lord. I took your advice and faced right up to it.

His florid face softened a mite. Was there pain?

Hardly any, she assured him.

Blood? he commiserated.

Not a drop, she said truthfully.

He shook his head in admiration. Theres a brave lass.

Gods passion, but ye get more like me every day.

She fervently hoped not.

Mr. Burque made a choking noise behind her, and Rob Kennedys baleful eye fell upon him. How much more time afore we sup? he demanded.

A mere soupcon, my lord, came the reply.

Soups on? Aye, a good thick brothll stick tae the ribs.

None of yer French muck, mind ye! he admonished.

Peste! swore Mr. Burque as the Lord of Galloway took himself off.

Unexpectedly, Kennedys bulk again shadowed the doorway. Tell yon pest we ha guests fer dinner, he told his daughter.

Take heart, Mr. Burque, she murmured. He sails tomorrow, praise Heaven.

Her fathers words made no impact upon Tina. They always had guests. Doon Castle was a warm, welcoming place atop the headlands above the busy seaport of Ayr. Kennedy hospitality was legendary but only for the invited. The Lord of Galloway was affluent and set the best table in Scotland. Kennedy captains dined alongside the young lairds and masters of the ruling clans.

The bachelor quarters of Doon Castle overflowed at the moment with red-haired young men from no fewer than four different branches of the clan. They had brought the wool from the first shearing to be exported via Kennedy vessels.

The racket that assaulted Tinas ears as she entered the dining hall was loud enough to raise the rafters. She liked nothing better than mingling with her brothers and first, second, and third cousins. She loved mens company, their laughter, their boisterous camaraderie, their coarse language. She secretly longed to be one of the lads. At her approach the young lairds abandoned their shoving match. She parted them like the Red Sea, then they closed about her, making her the center of attention.

May I get ye some wine, Tina? asked Callum Kennedy of Newark.

She rewarded him with a smile and announced, Ill have ale like the rest of you. A leather tankard was pressed into her hand, and her eldest brother, Donal, censured her.

Ale is a mans drink.

She flashed him a look of challenge. Aye, I knowlike everything else in life, its devised to pleasure a man.

They hooted, and the air was thick with ribald rejoinders as they seized upon the age-old male-female bone of contention. Well, I ask you, what pleasures are reserved for women? she asked, warming to her subject. You do the hunting and we tend the hearth!

Hark at her, said her brother Duncan, laughing. Tend the hearthshe canna boil water.

Jesu, an a good thing or wed all be poisoned, Donal said, teasing.

You have armor and weapons, claymores, swords, and dirks The knife Im allowed is a pitiful thing compared to the weapon Duncan polishes day and night.

Theres no call tae bring my sex life into this, Duncan murmured to his cousin, who howled at his wit.

I heard that aside, Duncan Kennedy, which only helps prove my point. Thats another indulgence allowed men.

The king holds the record for bastards, and the rest of you are in the running, except mayhap my wee brother Davie.

David, at fourteen, bristled at her remark. His was the only fair head in that sea of flames. Are ye tryin tae make me a laughingstock? Im no without experience. Yer a right bitch of a sister!

See what I mean? Tina asked, laughing. Men brag about their conquests, which only bring sorrow and shame to women.

An argument had broken out between Kennedy of Newark and Kennedy of Dunure. Yer witless! The king no holds the record fer bastards. Tis ma brother Keith, he announced with pride.

Yer daft, man! There isna a Kennedy breathin can compete wi the Stewarts when it comes tae bastards.

His cousin gave him a shove that almost knocked him into the huge fireplace, and he came back in a rush with clenched fists flying. Ill flay ye!

Donal and Duncan each grabbed a combatant with a strong arm beneath the throat, effectively ending the skirmish, but not before blood had been drawn. Duncan said, Robert Stewart of Orkney has seventeen sons, none born in wedlock, an none tae the same mother.

Donal said, This is no fit subject tae be discussin wi the little firebrand.

Now it was Tinas turn to be angered. Because Im female, I cant talk about bastards. I cant drink, curse, fight, or go off on a raid with the rest of you. A sudden unnatural silence fell on the gathering. Donal exchanged a furtive glance with Callum Kennedy, and immediately Tina scented something in the wind. She was wise, enough to keep her mouth shut, however.

To fill the silence Andrew Kennedy, Lord of Carrick, took Tinas hand and said, If yed accept one o the proposals ye receive, yer husband would bring ye all the pleasure a lass could yearn fer.

A harsh voice, loud enough to raise the dead, cut through the conversation. Whats this o proposals?

demanded Rob Kennedy, and once more the group of males parted, exposing Valentina to her fathers wrath.

II said no when Andrew asked me to marry. I have no wish to marry, she said faintly.

No wish tae marry? Rob Kennedy thundered, his face becoming a congested purple. His accusing eyes burned into her as if she had uttered an unspeakable blasphemy. How many others have ye sent packing wi a flea in their ear?

N-none, she whispered, and the brawny young men behind her with heads like torches coughed at the barefaced lie she gave her father.

Every last one of em in this room, revealed Davie, as well as Sandy Gordon last week.

Duncans boot jabbed into Davies shin before he was effectively silenced, and Rob Kennedy looked as if he were about to have a seizure. Ye turned down the Earl o Huntlys heir?

Lady Elizabeth and her younger daughter, Beth, chose this moment to arrive in the dining hall. Tinas mother cast an apprehensive glance over the gathering and faltered. She wondered if she could stomach the Kennedys en masse. Rob outwardly ignored their arrival, but it made him put a curb on his outburst.

Attend me after dinner. Gods passion, but daughters can be a curse tae a man.

Andrew Kennedy, feeling protective toward Valentina, asked her to sit with him. On her other side Donal warned, Fathers right hot wi ye. Itll pay tae use him softly.

She gave them both a grateful smile. Ill handle Father, she whispered with bravado, but it ruined her pleasure in the chocolate truffles that Mr. Burque had made especially for her, and the cursed tooth began its nagging ache again.

At the far end of the hall two women in their thirties dined at a table for the more important servants of Doon. The castle steward eyed the two nursemaids with relish. It was well known that the two women barely tolerated each other, and he could see that at any minute entertaining hostilities were about to break out between the foes.

Kirsty, a Scotswoman whose charge was Beth Kennedy, the younger, sweeter daughter, could not wipe the satisfied smirk from her face as she helped herself to the mutton pie She adjusted the severe neckline of her gown trimmed with vair and whispered almost gleefully, Trouble! Trouble is Valentina Kennedys middle name.