TO
STEAL A HIGHLANDER'S HEART
By
Samantha Holt
BLURB:
Alana sets
eyes on Morgann for the first time in several years and what does he do? He
captures her! But Alana refuses to go meekly with the sexy Highland warrior.
Her kidnapping will reignite the rift that’s existed between the two clans
since her father accused Morgann of theft and she doesn’t want to see her
father harmed in the inevitable war that will ensue.
Unfortunately
for Alana, the faeries seek to interfere with her plans to escape. The sidhe have a debt to repay and Tèile,
the green faery, is determined to mend the rift between the clans for good. And
that means ensuring Alana and Morgann marry.
Morgann has
his own reasons for taking Alana and they are nothing to do with marriage or war.
He wants to use her to reveal a secret from the past, the one that had him
accused of theft. If only he didn’t find his childhood friend so attractive.
When circumstances force them together, Alana’s life is threatened and war is
imminent. Can Morgann reveal the truth without losing Alana? And will the
faeries meddling help or hinder his cause?
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EXCERPT:
“‘Tis
something I have to do. I cannae explain my motives but ‘tis nae for something
as petty as revenge, I promise ye.”
Shaking
her head, she inched closer. “I donnae see why ye cannae explain. Ye used to
tell me everything, remember?”
“Not everything.”
Hand
thrust out, he pressed it to her shoulder in an attempt to hold her back. She
could hardly think when she got closer but the heat of his body seemed to suck
her in. They were speaking in riddles. Dancing around one another. Both trying
to understand what the other wanted. She’d intended to manipulate him. To
bargain her freedom, yet somewhere along the line the past had caught up with
her and the burning desire to understand what had happened all those years ago
snared her.
And
then another kind of desire swept her up.
Alana
curled her fingers around his wrist and drew his hand away from her shoulder.
She glanced down at his arm and paused. Bringing her other hand up, she gently
rolled up his sleeve, fingertips skimming over his skin.
“What
did ye not tell me then?”
His
throat worked as he swallowed and Morgann shook his head. “I’d hardly tell ye
now.”
“Ye
are a stubborn man, Morgann MacRae.” Her fingers settled on the scar on his
arm, tracing the shape of it—a brand in the shape of a dagger tip. She winced
as she considered the pain he must have felt.
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AUTHOR
INFORMATION:
Samantha
resides in Warwickshire, England with her twin girls and husband. She's a
romance addict and has been devouring all kinds of romance for as long as she
can remember.
Having
studied archaeology, Samantha likes to blend her love of the past with her
passion for romance to create thrilling and passionate tales set to medieval
backdrops. She thinks there's nothing sexier than a rugged warrior and a feisty
maiden falling head over heels for each other.
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