Beneath a Highland Moon
Released April 24, 2013
After her clan’s castle falls under siege, the fair-haired Lady Jillian MacRae finds a way to escape with her four-year-old brother, seeking help from the handsome Kade MacLachlan, laird and master of Ravenskull Castle. Four years past their love had been strong—until her father betrothed her to another man who was later killed. Now, it is Kade she turns to for help in regaining control of her own castle from the wicked man who has taken over and intends to marry her. Once she is again face-to-face with Kade, she realizes the love she thought she’d put aside is alive and thriving.
Kade is speechless when the beautiful Jillian offers herself to him in exchange for protecting her young brother and banishing the intruders from her castle—an offer he is more than willing to accept. He has no intention of allowing her to slip through his fingers again. And when her life hangs in the balance, he will not let anything—or anyone—stop him from saving her, even as his own life dangles by a thread.
Kade poured himself a second dram of whisky and drained the goblet. He couldn’t get Jilly off his mind. She’d walked into Ravenskull two days ago and taken him over, both mind and body. Not only that—she’d taken over his dreams. She’d shoved the cloak from her head when she’d first arrived, and taken his breath away. Her beauty had hit him like a kick to the gut. She’d always been a pretty lass, but she had blossomed into a young woman of tremendous beauty. Her eyes were the same color as a still loch reflecting the blue sky above. How he ached to run his fingers through her long, blonde hair, and bury his face in it. It would smell as sweet as a Highland rose—Kade was certain of it. He’d noticed the intoxicating scent the moment he’d sat down on the settle beside her. And those full lips of hers. They were perfectly made for kissing, and he wanted to be the one to kiss them. Kade stood up from the chair. ‘Twas late, but no matter. He had to see her.
Jillian had just crawled into bed, when someone softly knocked. Perhaps ’twas her mother come to tell her good-night. She opened the door. Kade.
He stood in the doorway, the scent of whisky on his breath. “Might I come in?” he asked, his voice low.
She hesitated. No man, other than her father, had ever stepped foot inside her bedchamber.
“I ken ’tis late, Jilly, but I must see you. I promise it won’t take long.”
The look in his eyes begged her to allow him entrance. She couldn’t refuse. Jillian stepped aside.
He hurried into the room, locking the door behind him.
“If my father finds you in here, there’s no telling what he might do.”
“Aye.” He nodded, but I had to see you.”
He moved closer to her, his gaze settling on her lips. “Jilly, you make me daft. I’m as a thirsty man in need of a drink, and I’m afraid the only thing that will quench my thirst is a taste of you.”
Her knees trembled and her heart raced.
He leaned down and gently brushed his lips over hers.
She closed her eyes, savoring the amazing sensation. Then he covered her mouth with his, devouring her. He tasted of whisky and smelled of sandalwood.
Slipping his arms tightly around her, he pulled her closer, softly moaning.
Her whole body feverish, she clung to Kade’s shirt as she returned his kisses. His muscles felt hard beneath her fists and she yearned to touch him. Jillian let go of his shirt and ran her hands over his chest, his shoulders, his back. What was wrong with her? She could barely breathe.
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Gwyn Brodie loves Scotland, its amazing history, its wonderful people, and travels there whenever she can. While in Scotland she enjoys learning about her ancestors the Murray, Clark, Boyd, Ramsey and McTavish clans. She lives with her husband in the beautiful mountains of North Carolina and besides writing Scottish historical romance, she also loves gardening, reading and refinishing old furniture. Contact her at firstname.lastname@example.org, Facebook, or www.gwynbrodieauthor.blogspot.