HIGHLANDER’S CASTLE, Highlander Heat #1

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HighlandersCastleHIGHLANDER’S CASTLE, Highlander Heat #1

Traveling through time…for a Highlander.

Anne MacLeod’s identical ancestor has made a wish on the Fairy Flag at Dunvegan Castle, one which sees the two young women swapping places in time and leaving Anne set to handfast with the very man her ancestor wished to escape. Only Anne sees the possibilities, because now she could change the future and ensure her parents never perished in the inferno which took their lives.

Highland warrior Alex MacDonald has made an agreement to handfast with Anne in order to bring a halt to the feud raging between their clans. The last thing he expects though is a woman claiming to come from the future, a woman who stirs him on a physical and emotional level to protect, and to even believe.

When Anne finds herself in her MacLeod chief’s presence, she chooses to go with him in order to leave a message for her parents. In full pursuit, Alex wages a battle of the heart, and of the very essence of time. Can he defy the odds as Anne is taken from him…to work his own magic and get her back?

A Historical Highlander Romance

Exclusive Excerpt:

Anne rounded the corner of the stables with Mary. Before the waters of the glistening loch, a hundred shirtless warriors wielded claymores in a battle of strength against one another.

She searched through the half-naked men and found the very one she was after. Alex’s body was hard and packed with muscle, his shoulders and arms thick and strong. His chest held the finest smattering of hair, the same blond of his head. Below the plains of his glorious chest, his abs rippled, layer upon tight layer and all covered with a healthy sheen of sweat.

“He’s by far the tallest.” And Anne wanted every inch of that body back against hers.

“Aye, my son could never be missed in a battle.”

His powerful form was magnificent, and his command of the warriors he fought against a sight to behold.

Alex thrust his enormous sword against his opponent’s as if it were an extension of his arm and not a monstrous piece of steel. Now, this was exactly how he’d come about every one of those bulging muscles.

“I have to get closer.” She passed Mary her basket.

“I’ll hold Alan off.”

“Thank you. You make a wonderful friend.” Stepping forward, she focused on the man who’d made love to her so intensely throughout the night. He moved deftly, growing stronger with each strike of his claymore upon his opponent’s blade.

The two men circled each other, as if waiting to pounce for the next attack. Alex raised his weapon and—

“Lass, get back here now.” Alan tried to pass Mary who zigzagged in front of him.

“Damn,” Alex swore, barely missing his challenger’s blow. His gaze speared toward her. “What are you doing out here?”

She stared at his wide chest. Even the veins on his arms stood rigid and firm. “Sorry, the view was rather distracting.”

“You could get hurt.” He marched toward her, caught her arm then led her to the rear of the stables where all was quiet. “Lass, you cannae look at me like that.”

“Like what?” She touched his chest with her finger then swirled down over his wicked abs.

“Like that.” He picked her up, kicked open the door of a side room, set her down and slammed the door shut. His eyes burned a molten hue even in the dark confines of the cramped room. “Up with your skirts.”

“What?”

“Up. With. Your.” His plaid rose at the front, and all of its own accord.

“Oh, like that?”

He backed her against the wall. “Aye, like that, my sweet.”