title: The Outcast (Scottish Lasses)
author:  Glynnis Campbell 
description: Glynnis Campbell is a <i>USA Today</i> bestselling author of swashbuckling action-adventure historical romances set in Scotland, England, and the American West, with over fourteen books published in six languages. She has won awards in the <i>Orange Rose, Hearts through History,</i> and <i>Book Buyers Best</i> competitions, and was a double finalist for the Romance Writers of America <i>Rita Awards</i>. Glynnis was once in an all-girl band on CBS Records and has done voiceovers for the MTV series "The Maxx," <i>Diablo</i> and <i>Starcraft</i> videogames, and <i>Star Wars</i> audio adventures. She makes her home in Los Angeles with her high school sweetheart/rock star husband and loves playing medieval matchmaker, transporting readers to a place where the bold heroes have endearing flaws, the women are stronger than they look, the land is lush and untamed, and chivalry is alive and well. <i>From Glynnis...</i> I love writing "stories to keep you up all night," and I love to hear from readers! Keep in touch... Visit me at glynnis.net Friend me at Facebook.com/GlynnisCampbell Follow me at Twitter.com/GlynnisCampbell Share with me at Pinterest.com/GlynnisCampbell
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  **A Vision of Loveliness**
  
  Ewen kicked Ares into a gallop just as the figure in the distance rose and
  began to stumble forward. Though wearing some sort of breeches, the person was
  unmistakably female. She was tall and slight, except for her full bosom, which
  any red-blooded man could spy clearly in such a scandalously tight blouse. Her
  hair was its own wonder, with thick, white-blonde ringlets flying loose in the
  breeze. Ewen wondered what kind of woman would have the gall to trespass on
  Cameron lands.
  
  They were upon her in seconds. She didn’t even have the chance to jump out of
  the way. Time suddenly seemed to stop. _I’m going to be trampled by a troop of
  mad, hairy, dirty Scotsmen in skirts_ , she thought. The impact knocked her
  back into unconsciousness.
  
  Ewen reached her just as she was crumpling to the ground. The laird didn’t
  need to slow much in order to gather her up into his saddle, featherlight as
  she was. Sorting out her injury without removin