Whoot !!!! Early Release on Amazon for Highlander in the Mist.
Kate must decide to escape the horrors of 1425, or fight for the love of her delicious Highland warrior.
During a tour of the Highlands, Kate Mackintosh goes to the aid of a drowning boy and mysteriously slips through time to 1425. A stunningly handsome Highlander, who believes she is a faerie intent on stealing his brother, immediately challenges her and offers himself as the boy's replacement. Rather than remaining alone on an isolated mountainside, she follows the delicious, Laird Alexander Murray to his Broch Lavern home.
Alone in a strange, brutal world, the noble Alex, offers her not only his protection but a love and passion so great, her longing to return home soon fades. However, the fate of the clan rests on Alex marrying Mary Frazer, and his stepmother insists on the match.
Kate must leave the love of her life or remain and risk torture or death to fight for her handsome Highland laird.
Reader Advisory: This story contains a very sexy, auburn haired, kilted, Highland warrior in various stages of undress.
Excerpt:
Fear rippled
over her. If the clan discovered her book, would they burn her as a witch?
Thank God, Alex had tucked The History of the Highlands inside his saddlebag.
At least, reading it to him had proved she had spoken the truth about coming
from the future. She chewed her bottom lip and forced her foggy mind to
concentrate. Passing four weeks in the fifteenth century unnoticed would be a
difficult task, but many Scots of this time wouldn’t have met an English woman,
and they may well ignore any mistakes as ignorance. Yes, she could act the part
and with the Clan Murray Laird to protect her, she doubted anyone would dare
challenge her origins.
As Alex and
Hamish saddled the horses and made ready to depart, she sifted through what
remained of her possessions. She removed a few important items and secured them
in Alex’s saddlebags. With the first-aid kit, toothbrush, toiletries, and the
remaining food for the trip inside the saddlebags, she reluctantly zipped up
her backpack. Her stomach rolled in fear of never returning to the Faerie Tree
and being lost in time forever.
Taking a deep
breath to strengthen her resolve, she moved behind a thick honeysuckle bush and
glanced around to ensure her privacy. Satisfied, she stripped down to her
underwear and dressed in the shirt. The linen garment came down to cover her
knees. She wrapped the strip of plaid around her waist and sat down to remove
her shoes. Deciding to keep the long socks for warmth, she pushed everything
back into her backpack and stuffed the bag deep inside a crevice between two
boulders.
“That will do
nicely.” Alex moved to her side and draped his cloak over her shoulders. “Ye
are verra bonnie, and I am proud to call ye wife.”
Startled, Kate
pressed one hand over her pounding heart. Good grief, he had returned like a
phantom without one footstep or twig cracking to announce his arrival. He moved
like a shadow and his life would depend on his ability to move with stealth.
Her gaze traveled over him and a shimmer of excitement scuttled through her.
He was
gorgeous.
Tall and
muscular with the striking good looks of a naughty archangel, he smiled at her
with a flash of even teeth. The tips of his ears reddened as if he had read her
mind. His intent stare ran the length of her body before returning to meet her
gaze with a blatant invitation. Most men found her too fat, but Alex’s
expression held nothing but admiration. This
just has to be a dream. Why would
someone like him want someone like me?
Alex cupped
her cheek in one large palm and peered at her from beneath long, silky lashes.
“Has nayone told ye how bonnie ye are, Kate?”
She swallowed
hard and forced down the desire to rub against him like a cat. “Not lately. In
my time most men prefer their women to be tall and skinny.”
Alex laughed
so loudly, birds took to the sky in panic. The expression in his hooded green
eyes danced with mischief. “Well, lass, ye are perfect in ma eyes. Ye have skin
like a pink rose and a lovely rounded arse. The men in your village must be
blind not to appreciate how bonnie ye are. Skinny women are not to ma taste.
They are a poor example of a father’s wealth, aye.”
She gaped at
him in disbelief. “Thank you.”
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