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.
ABOUT THE BOOK
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?
AN EXCERPT
Endless
moments stretched on as she waited for Morgann to look away, to break the
connection, but he stared brazenly on as his gaze trailed over her face. What
did he see? As she gaped up at him, the irate warrior dissolved into a flesh
and blood man and she recalled how much she used to adore him. When Morgann was
banished from her father’s lands, she’d been heartbroken at losing her friend,
but with the blazing sensation of having him flattened against her, she
remembered that it wasn’t just the loss of his friendship that hurt her so.
She’d always silently hoped Morgann would play a bigger role in her future.
But
that didn’t change the fact that he was taking her against her will and she
would not go meekly, regardless of what she once felt. If only she could ignore
the sensuous pull of his lips or the darkening of his pupils as a rough finger
drew a path over her cheek.
A
crack ripped across the sky and they both jolted. Pushing to standing, Morgann
helped her up and grimaced as he eyed her. Aware of the mud coating her, she
swiped a hand across her face as her cheeks heated. Titling her head up, she
hoped the rain would at least be useful for something and would not only rinse
away some of the dirt but also cool her down. The way the man made her skin
blister was extremely disconcerting.
Morgann muttered a curse, drawing her attention back to him as he raked
a hand through his hair and yanked some rope from the leather pouch hanging
from his saddle. As he turned back to her, rope held out, Alana shrank away.
“Ye cannae mean to tie me up, surely?”
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