My Highland Love on Sale at Amazon .99
How does a woman tell her betrothed that she murdered her
first husband?
Elise Kingston is a wanted woman. Nothing, not even
Highlander Marcus MacGregor, will stop her from returning home to ensure that
the man responsible for her daughter’s death hangs.
Until she must choose between his life and her revenge.
Excerpt--
"Will
you come to the great hall?" Elise asked Michael when they passed through
the castle gates.
"Aye,"
he replied shortly.
"Michael,"
she began, but he pulled his horse to a halt beside her and dismounted.
He came
around to her and helped her from the saddle. "Go on." She hesitated,
and his eyes softened. "I'll be along after I have seen to the
animals."
She pressed
a kiss to his cheek. "You're a good man, Michael MacGregor."
He shook
his head, but she could see that he was pleased. He limped off leading the
horses, and Elise headed for the great hall. At the postern door, she entered
and saw Marcus standing near the hearth. He broke off his conversation with the
two men who stood with him and glanced over his shoulder. The drawn look on his
face snapped into a dark scowl. He started forward. Elise faltered when she saw
he meant to intercept her. His companions disappeared up the nearest staircase
and a hum of apprehension began deep in her stomach.
Marcus
rounded the table and reached the midway point when she blurted, "Good
afternoon, Marcus. How are you?"
"Where
have you been?" he demanded.
"I—"
She fell back an unsteady step when it seemed he would ram into her. He halted
three feet from her. "I have just returned from visiting Michael."
"So I
was told," he replied curtly. "Winnie's warning did nothing to deter
you?"
"Winnie's
warnin—" Elise recalled her encounter with Winnie that morning. Good Lord,
Winnie had told him she saw her leave.
Marcus's
eyes narrowed. "Aye, you remember. Fortunately for you, I only just
discovered your absence. Unmanageable wench," he added in a dark voice.
"You
have your answers," she shot back. "Why bother asking?"
"Because
I couldn't believe you were traipsing about the countryside."
"I was
not traipsing about the country. Not that it's your business."
"It is
my business—and I will see to it you no' do it again."
She ignored
the warning bell the definite hardening of his brogue set off inside her head.
and said, "You're insane if you think I'll be ordered about."
"Ye
will do as you're told," he said in a quiet voice that was perversely more
unsettling than a shout.
"I
come and go as I please, just as everyone else at Brahan Seer."
A keen
light shone in his eyes. "If you will note, the women are staying close to
home." His expression hardened. "At the express command of their
men."
Elise
gasped, then glanced past him, gauging the distance between him and the freedom
the kitchen offered. He stepped closer and her temper flared. She raised her
hands to shield herself from his advance and her palms met the unexpected
warmth of his chest. She gaped at her fingers splayed across tanned skin where
his shirt lay open, and her senses reeled at the raw power in the heavy rise
and fall of his chest.
"Lord,"
she whispered, and yanked her hands away.
The vague
realization that strong fingers had gripped her wrists was overshadowed by the
jolt she felt when Marcus forced her hands back to his chest. Her mind screamed
to break free, but the sight of her palms gliding over his dark skin—the need
to touch every contour, to know intimately his powerful body—held her rooted to
the spot. She tore her gaze from his chest and looked into his eyes. The fire
blazing there drew her—commanded her—and she leaned into him.
"There
ye are, lad. I was just look—"
Elise
twisted as Cameron reached the bottom of the nearest staircase. He lifted a
bushy brow. She looked back at Marcus. His hold loosened and she snatched her
hands away. She retreated, stumbling over her own feet. Marcus reached for her,
but she dodged his hand with another unsure step backward.
"I-I
must go," she stammered, and fled the room.
"Elise—bloody
hell!"
Marcus's
voice echoed off the stone walls as she shoved through the postern door.
My Highland Love, the first in the Highland Lords series, is
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