Scotia's duty is to protect the Stone of Destiny--the key to Scotland's salvation, and the reason she and the women who guarded the Stone before her had become the best warriors in the world. Yet those women had never met a man like Ian MacKinnon. He's journeyed to her castle to learn her legen...
It was as if the sunlight had battled the storm that was building outside to glory in the celebration. The sweet melody of harpsichord, violin, and flute wove through the crowded ballroom. Jules’s gaze moved over the chamber. Never in his life had this many people been at Kildare Manor at one tim...
His features turned dark and dangerous. The softer side of her husband vanished. He grasped her arm and forced her toward Brahan. "Take her below stairs to the solar." There was nothing malleable or soft in him now. The breath stilled in her chest. The beast had returned. "I must assemble the...
One by one, they wandered away to return to their daily routines until only Rhiannon, Violet, Orrin, Hamish, Travis, and Rhys remained near the hearth. Hamish and Travis sat at a table to the side the hearth, keeping watch as they always did. Rhiannon had to admit that in Camden's absence, the wa...
He allowed the pain to settle, then tried again to look around himself, this time with success. Slowly, he turned his head toward the light. A single tallow candle burned on the bedside table, and in the chair beside it sat the man who had been more a father to him than his own. “You’d better not...
Silence had fallen between them as they concentrated on their surroundings. Yet as they climbed, William kept asking himself what he was so afraid of. Tension that hadn’t been there while they’d slept hung heavy in the morning air. He’d hurried them out of camp after they’d finished their meal, t...
The image he'd drawn was far more sensual than the painting in his chamber, although this time all her clothes were on. It was the look in her eyes that said it all. Her breath hitched. "Lucius…" His name fell from her lips in a breathless whisper of longing. His fingers stalled a hairbreadth abo...
Of course, the doorman had rung Olivia in advance, which gave her time to run her fingers through her hair and apply a little lip gloss. She tried to act casual as she opened the door. “Hi, Max.” “Hiya,” he replied. “As promised, I brought dinner.” His smile hit her like a blow to the solar plexu...
She clenched her ice-cold hands together, as though coupled they might generate some warmth. Leaning back in the stiff chair, hope tightened her chest until she could hardly breathe. The experimental procedure had to work. It had to bring her father back to her. She’d placed so many of her hopes ...
Pierre de la Roche frowned as he brought his horse to a halt at the rise of the hill overlooking a valley below. Scottish rains always put him in a bad mood. Mostly because the rain washed away all signs of the brown-cloaked man he'd been following since he'd discovered Brianna gone from his lair...
He had always been highly tuned to Jane’s senses, and with her this close, the torture was all too real. He felt her all the way through his body. He flexed his hand at his side, fighting the desire that had been theirs so long ago. They had only ever shared passionate kisses, but the memory of h...