New York Times bestselling author Hannah Howell continues the spellbinding saga of the powerful Murray clan in this sensual tale of lovers both tempted and tormented by their own passion. A reckless need to break free of his family led Gregor MacFingal Cameron on a quest for a rich bride, only to fall prey to kidnappers and be tossed into a cold cell. He is soon joined by a frightened young woman who makes him regret his mercenary search for a wife. After a daring escape, he gladly joins Alana Murray's quest to rescue her sister, and soon temptation leads to seduction, with unspoken promises easily made, but harder to keep. Alana knows the bond forged by danger and desperation has earned her an ally willing to fight for her sister's cause. But Gregor's tantalizing seduction leaves her breathless, and she seizes her one chance to experience true passion before an arranged marriage seals her fate-never anticipating the inescapable intensity of a man and a love that will change everything.
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Posted September 24, 2011 by Julie , Brampton, on, CanadaAbsolutley Loved the book. I have loved all of the Scottish books by Hannah Howell. Love reading about Gregor and Alana.
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Excerpt from Highland Lover by Hannah Howell
Scotland, Spring 1475
' Oof! '
Oof Dazed and struggling to catch her breath, Alana decided she must have made that noise herself. Hard dirt floors did not say oof. It was odd, however, how the rough stone walls of the oubliette made her voice sound so deep, almost manly. Just as she began to be able to breathe again, the hard dirt floor shifted beneath her.
It took Alana a moment to fully grasp the fact that she had not landed on the floor. She had landed on a person. That person had a deep, manly voice. It was not dirt or stone beneath her cheek, but cloth. There was also the steady throb of a heartbeat in the ear she had pressed against that cloth. Her fingers were hanging down a little and touching cool, slightly damp earth. She was sprawled on top of a man like a wanton.
Alana scrambled off the man, apologizing for some awkward placement of her knees and elbows as she did so. The man certainly knew how to curse.
She stood up and stared up at the three men looking down at her, the light from the lantern they held doing little more than illuminating their grinning, hairy faces.
' Ye cannae put me in here with a mon, ' she said.
' Got noplace else to put ye, ' said the tallest man of the three, a man called Clyde, who she was fairly sure was the laird.
' I am a lady, ' she began.
' Ye are a wee, impudent child. Now, are ye going to tell us who ye are '
' So ye can rob my people Nay, I dinnae think so. '
' Then ye stay where ye are. '