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Glorious Highland adventure laced with humour, adventure and a fiery romance, don’t miss this third Scottish romp from new favourite Veronica Wolff. For fans of Lynn Kurland and Julie Garwood. While doing research for her dissertation, graduate student Haley Fitzpatrick stumbles upon a strange artefact which sends her back in time to old Scotland, directly into the path of the notorious Alasdair MacColla, a warrior known for his enormous physical presence and bloodthirsty reputation.
Assuming that this woman with the mysterious accent is an enemy spy, MacColla promptly kidnaps her but Haley's beauty and courage strike a chord in the Highlander, awakening a desire in him that he hadn't known existed. At first Haley's frightened by her imposing captor. But she soon discovers that MacColla is much more than the brute that modern history describes, and decides she's meant to be by his side. But unless she can find a way to change the past, the warrior she's fallen for is destined to meet a tragic end.
Here’s a taste: Was she cursing him to the devil? Did this wee Campbell lass dare damn him? MacColla glared at her, trying to make sense of her strange accent. She seemed to be speaking English, but none like he’d ever heard, her words the sharp claps of a barking dog. “Speak slow when you curse me.”
He approached her. He saw spirit in those wide gray eyes, and he was compelled to look closer. She shuffled back, arms askew as if to brace herself on thin air. The lass was shouting at him now, unintelligible words. He studied the movement of her mouth, trying to understand her. Her lips were full, and dark against the pale glow of her cheeks in the moonlight. He’d taste this Campbell woman, he decided suddenly.
He leaned down, closing the distance between them. A low laugh rumbled in his throat, so eager was he to taste her. His free hand clutched the soft flesh of her rump, grabbing her toward him.
MacColla kissed her. He’d wanted at first to be rough, but she was soft. So soft and sweet, his mouth gentled in the tasting of her. And, for a single moment, he imagined the lass kissed him back, her breath sighing into him, her mouth opening just enough for him to taste her, fresh and warm on his tongue.
And then, with a tiny growl, she caught his lower lip hard between her teeth and bit.
MacColla pulled away. She glared at him, teeth bared, with the measured breath of a prowling wolf. He studied the wee Campbell hellcat before him, and then strangely, inexplicably, he found himself laughing.
Meet these delectable Highlanders in Master of the Highlanders and Sword of the Highlanders. |
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