By Tanya Anne Crosby
Descended of the strong sons of MacAlpin, Iain MacKinnon refuses to bow to the English. but if his younger son is captured, the fierce Scottish chieftain vows to prevent at not anything to safe the lad's go back. Retaliating in type, he captures the daughter of his enemy, making plans to discount with the devil.
FitzSimon's daughter has lived her complete lifestyles within the shadows of the guy she known as father—yet by no means might she have imagined he might deny his simply daughter. whilst web page blames her captor for welching on a freelance together with her father, she suspects the truth... the shadows carry secrets and techniques. Now in basic terms the affection of her reluctant champion can store the MacKinnon's Bride.
This publication starts off the Highland Brides sequence.
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They flared on the stench and he glowered, tossing it away. She swallowed with trouble. “Damn Lagan,” he grumbled, and shook his head in disgust. web page couldn’t locate her voice to talk, however it wouldn’t have mattered, she wouldn’t have identified what to claim. So close to, his face misplaced none of its masculine good looks. It held her mesmerized. He appeared so younger to steer, she concept, regardless of that his hair proclaimed elsewise; darkish because it used to be, the surprise of white at his temples stood out notably opposed to the black of his hair. It was once braided, she spotted for the 1st time—the silver at his temples. How outdated was once he? His younger face declared six and twenty, not more, yet his hair bespoke a few ranking years and extra. His cheekbones have been excessive, his nostril completely aquiline, and his lips... his lips have been the kind to make a lady fancy stolen kisses. And his eyes... she nonetheless couldn’t make out their colour within the darkness, notwithstanding she attempted. Her middle beat a gradual rhythm in her ears. “Ye’ve my observe, lass, that ye’ll no’ be harmed. ” His voice was once low and husky. “Dinna glance so woeful. ” He stroked her cheek, and confusion flooded her. Why used to be he being so mild? Jesu, yet she didn’t understand how to house this! web page jerked her face clear of his contact. “I—I was once now not! ” He arched a forehead. “Weeping? ” He lifted his hand unexpectedly and web page flinched, pondering he intended to strike her for the denial, yet he introduced his thumb to his lips, as a substitute, sinking his the teeth there. looking at her, he sucked the salt of her tears from his flesh. “Were ye no’, lass? ” A shiver coursed via her at his gesture—the method that he addressed her—the means he persisted to stare. She attempted to disregard the warmth that suffused her lower than his scrutiny, taking shelter in her anger. “No. i used to be now not! ” “Nay,” he agreed, nonetheless suckling at his thumb. “Of path now not. You’re a lot too... fearless. Are ye no’? ” He suckled his thumb an speedy longer, then withdrew it from his mouth, and web page lapped at her lips long past all at once dry. She swallowed convulsively. “Still... ye’ve my word... ye’ll no’ be harmed. ” web page closed her eyes, attempting to blot out a dead ringer for him kneeling prior to her. “How gracious,” she drawled, concealing a quiver. She opened her eyes once again, narrowing them, and her voice was once steadier with anger. “In the period in-between, my palms are bruising at my again! ” His lips hinted at a smile—the rogue—a smile that snatched her breath away and made her middle flitter wildly. Jesu, it's going to have made her yearn to slap his face as a substitute! God curse him for that! And her, too, for permitting herself to lose her composure over a comely face! Her wits have been addled for yes! “Some issues are necessary,” he informed her with out the slightest hint of regret, “but verra good, I’ll furnish ye a moment’s respite. ” He fell again upon his rump and reached at the back of her to unfastened her fingers. “How generous... for a heathen Scot! ” He simply chuckled at that, and it improved her confusion tenfold. What used to be incorrect with the idiot? Did he now not discover he was once speculated to be angered by way of her quips?