Tragedy strikes in the Highlands, making Drostan the laird of the Comyn clan and in need of a wife to placate his people. His only choice is to trust in magic and travel to the sacred circle of stones...where he must passionately lay claim to the woman Fate brings him.
Briana is lost and alone when magic lights up the night. She meets the man of her dreams, a man who rocks her to her very core with orgasm after orgasm and somehow manages to steal her heart. The problem? The man of her dreams lives eight hundred years in the past.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Highland Steam by Eliza Knight
"Come..." someone whispered.
She stared from one man to the other. Who had issued the command for her approach? None of their lips had moved.
Then her gaze fell on the large, flat stone in the center of the circle. A man every bit as well-muscled and tall as the others lay there beckoning to her. His hair hung loose, about chin length. His face was shadowed but from what she could see he had chiseled features, a sexy, beckoning smile. She shook her head in fear, confusion. He was hot. He was...nude.
Gloriously nude. Her body sparked to life, nipples begging for him to caress them, suckle them. Her pussy flooded, need dripping down her thighs. Her arms came up, her hands crossing over her chest to touch her throat as her body warmed. She shook her head again. How was it he could elicit such a reaction from her? She didn't know who he was. She didn't sleep with strangers.
His cock jutted from his trim and contoured stomach. The muscled V of his hips acted as an arrow toward his thick, long erection. She licked her lips, suddenly having the urge to take his cock into her mouth, to lick the drop of wetness from the ruddy head.
The man leaned up on his elbows and beckoned to her again. "Come to me."
His voice was thick with a Scottish burr, deep and alluring. He spoke from firm, sensual lips that had her imagining how he'd kiss, how those lips would feel against her flesh.
"What is this?" she asked. Fear still snaked around her spine despite her desire to feel his muscular length between her thighs.
"'Tis our joining, lass."
"Aye. To save the Comyn Clan."
"Aye, my people, your people."
She looked again at the men who stood at the pillars. Their hands were placed at the smalls of their backs as they stood at attention and even in the dusky light she could see the hilts of their swords at their backs. They were ready to do battle if needed. But why? This was the twenty-first century. Battles didn't happen anymore.
Unless, of course, she'd succumbed to exhaustion and at this very moment was actually lying on the ground beyond the circle, completely unconscious.
The berries! Maybe the berries she'd eaten had been poisonous and now she was hallucinating.
"I-I need water," she managed, her mouth suddenly dry.
"Come to me and I will give ye whatever ye need." His eyes locked with hers and a level of trust passed between them.
Briana suddenly felt safe, secure. She wanted to go to him.
She took a step closer. Warmth built in the pit of her stomach--and a pressure, gloriously sensual in nature, warmed her sex. He stroked his thick cock and with his free hand beckoned her closer. His eyes sparkled with desire, mischief and his lips curved into a wicked grin. She couldn't help smiling in response.
He wanted her. She'd never seen a man this hot want her this much before. Hell, if she was crazy enough to climb up a mountain by herself, she was crazy enough to fuck a hot man inside a stone circle.
And besides, it was only a hallucination anyway. She'd probably wake up naked in the middle of a meadow in the morning with a headache to rival all others. Might as well enjoy her hallucination while she was still having it.
Briana took a deep breath and stepped the rest of the way through the stone archway.