"Fleeing an unfaithful fiance, a nubile young lovely finds herself the prisoner of a lustful Scottish laird and must bow to his every erotic whim. . . .
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1 . Enjoyable read.
Posted October 06, 2010 by Abby , Vancouver, BCAlthough this was a short story, this book kept me entertained with all the twists and turns
2 . Great Read!
Posted April 07, 2010 by Sflakes , ILI really enjoyed this book.......not sure why the cover that downloaded was for Parlor Games, but still a good story line from beginning to end!
3 . Quick, Fun Read
Posted January 30, 2010 by Laura , Wildomar, CAEnjoyed this quick story immensely. Funny, romantic, and kept me interested.
September 06, 2006
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Excerpt from Border Lord by Julia Templeton
The Priory of Grace, Scottish Borderlands Present-day
The priory with its amazing Gothic architecture and stained-glass windows caught Terri's eye, and on a whim she stopped.
She needed the time to rest anyway and think about her futureýnow that she knew the truth about her fiancý.
No wonder Elliott had seemed so distant of late. After a restless weekend he had woken at the crack of dawn, saying he needed to get to their London office early.
Certain his worries had to do with the new Egyptian artifact exhibit coming that day, Terri took a shower and arrived to work two hours early to help.
Instead of finding Elliott knee-deep in paperwork, she found him fucking her twenty-year-old assistant, right there on his prized Edwardian desk. The very desk Terri had given him for his fortieth birthday. Stunned, she watched in silent horror as the girl she'd hired some three weeks before reached a staggering climax.
Terri walked out of the museum as fast as her feet would carry her. Feeling as though her heart had been ripped from her chest, she stepped into her Mini Cooper and started driving.
That was two days ago. Now she was in Scotland, confused, angry, and in of all places, an old priory, much like the one in which she had planned to marry Elliott next summer.
There would be no wedding now.
Adjusting the rearview mirror, Terri winced at her reflection. Her red-rimmed eyes were puffy and swollen from crying, and her cheeks deathly pale.
Pulling her blond hair up into a ponytail and adding a spot of blush to her pale cheeks, she joined a tour in progress.
"Please, everyone, no crowding."
Terri glanced at the flushed, middle-aged tour guide, a jovial Scottish woman, who tried with little success to keep the small group in line.
"What's that door there?" an old man with thick glasses asked, pointing toward a solid mahogany door with a heavy board across it.
The tour guide smiled widely. "Ah, good question. That is the door Laird Brochan Douglas broke down to steal away Annabelle MacLellan, Laird MacLellan's only daughter. Legend says that Annabelle's father, knowing Douglas would seek revenge over the murder of his brother, spirited his daughter away from Castle Blackcurn, here to the Priory of Grace. The old laird felt that the only safe haven for his daughter would be here with the nuns."
"Did he succeed?" Terri asked, her interest piqued by the vision of a medieval warrior busting down the chamber door.
"Aye, he did, lass. Though the nuns tried to hide Annabelle's appearance by dressing her in thick habits, her beauty was such that Brochan knew her on sight. It is said he ripped the robes from her body, and left her standing naked in front of the nuns and all his men."