Sixteenth-century Highland laird Camden MacLeod wakes up in the modern world. Confused with his surroundings, he haphazardly throws on his kilt and goes in search of whoever has played such a foul trick on him. What he finds instead is beyond tempting...
Valerie is thoroughly exploring the medieval Scottish castle she's rented for her best friend's bachelorette party. Not only does an oddly shaped stone in tower catch her fancy--it somehow brings her dream man to life.
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Posted December 29, 2011 by turcato , conroeI paid to read this....only 82 pages weak plot great sex and that is it. Very disappointed in the length of the story and some things just didn't meld together
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Excerpt from Take it Off, Warrior by Eliza Knight
Isle of Skye, Scotland
Summer, Present day
"Oh yeah, strippers are on the menu. How about some sexy Highlanders in kilts?"
"Val, you're the bestest friend a girl could ever have. What would I do without you?" Trish shrieked on the other end of the phone.
"Just leave it to me. Get the ladies on a train up here and I'll make sure your bachelorette party rivals all others."
Valerie Bennett hung up the phone and gazed around the little bookshop she now called home. She closed her eyes for a moment and took in the scent of the books, the smell of freshly baked bread from the baker next door and the aromatic flowers Tavia had dropped off for her this morning. All of them calming and somehow magical. A small smile crept over her lips as she opened her eyes, feeling fresh and alive.
Although she'd only lived on the Isle of Skye for a few months, she felt more at home here than she ever had in London. The Book Cove held a lot of precious memories from her youth, and although her grandmother had passed away, she was glad to still have the shop to remember her by.
She clicked on the internet and began to do a search, mindful of the few customers browsing her stacks of books. Renting a castle for the party would be a dream. None of her friends had made it out to visit her yet. Actually, all of them had thought she was slightly insane for packing up and leaving busy London for the quiet Isle. Even both of her parents had thought it a risky move. But she was doing quite well for herself, and enjoying the little niche she'd made here.
She wanted to make this trip as magical for her friends as possible. Maybe they'd see the pull Scotland had for her. The enchantment that took her breath away and made her feel like she was floating through a fantasy. The fresh air, the misting skies and the history. The sexy men who still dressed in kilts... It was a dream come true for her.
As she searched through the venues she recalled a man coming into the shop a few weeks prior. Laird MacLeod she thought he'd said, current owner of Dunvegan Castle. Shutting down the internet, Valerie walked down the different aisles of books, quickly skimming through the travel and history section until she found the book she was looking for. Dunvegan Castle. She sank to the floor and thumbed through the pages. God, the place was gorgeous. She'd always had a fascination with castles and history. Something about chivalry, valor, royalty just struck her as so romantic.
Dunvegan had been built some eight hundred years ago and still held tons of relics inside. It was perfect place to show her friends the magic of Skye--and they did rentals for weddings. Would they possibly let her rent it out for a bachelorette party?
Hadn't Laird MacLeod said something about being very close to her grandmother and if there was anything she needed...
No, she couldn't.
He certainly wouldn't.
With that, she slammed the book closed and picked up the phone. Ten minutes later she shot an email off to Trish with the destination.
Castles and warriors, here we come.
* * * * *
Valerie wandered the halls of Dunvegan Castle and the Fairy Tower. Laird MacLeod had deemed this wing to be hers for the weekend. Paintings lined the walls, from ancient medieval battle scenes to more modern portraits. She smiled as she ran her fingertip over a carved table and came to stop in front of a sculpture. Her gaze widened as she took in the life-sized marble rendition of a warrior, from his Michelangelo feet to the top of his wavy-headed hair. The muscles carved intricately into the marble were so realistic. She reached out and ran her hands over the cool stone. Valerie licked her lips as the cool marble and muscled shape brought wicked images into her mind.
"If only you could come to life," she murmured, looking down at the plaque at his feet, "Alasdair."
While her girlfriends were out exploring Skye, she'd be booking the entertainment. And lord, she could only hope at least one was modeled after this sculpture.
Looking at her watch, she realized she still had time before her last "guest" was to arrive. Exotic males dancers had been streaming through the castle doors all morning. Already she'd booked several. She continued down the hall, her finger tracing some of the antique furniture, until she came to the end. An oak door, ancient symbols carved into the wood and a hooped metal handle adorning its face, stood slightly ajar. Curious beyond belief, she eased it open a bit and stuck her head inside. A winding stone staircase was the only thing behind the door. This was a separate set of stairs from the one she'd used earlier in the day to get to her room. Should she go down or up?
From what she'd learned, down would lead her to the sea gate...an eerie place that should only be discovered with a partner. She wasn't sure she could fare the darkness that seemed to rise from below. Besides, even though she knew things like ghost stories couldn't possibly be true, if there was a thread of truth to them... She shuddered and rubbed her arms. So many battles had been fought here, so many lives lost.
Just when she was about to turn around and continue toward the great hall, giving up completely on exploring the rooms of the tower, the sun cascaded in through an upper window. Rays spread out like fingers, beckoning her to continue her exploration. Warmth covered her, and suddenly the fear she'd felt was replaced by excitement.
"And the mystery continues..." she whispered as she slipped through the door and began to climb up.