My Highland Prisoner: A Highlander Erotic Romance - Plot & Excerpts
Glenda announced with faux cheer, as she shuffled into Ailsa’s bedchamber, balancing a tray of hot tea and sweet biscuits on her ample hips. The motherly nursemaid moved quickly, but quietly, over to the desk where Ailsa was bent over. She set her load down and said, “Ye should drink it before it gets cold. It may help take the cold from yer bones.” Ailsa looked up from the papers she’d been pouring through to the kind, older woman. She was hovering over her like a mother Lapwing over her newborn chicks, but she had always been that way. From the moment Ailsa was born on a warm spring morning on Ostara, Glenda had held her in her arms, wrapped her in cloth, and let her suckle at her teat. It was the only motherly comfort Ailsa knew, since her own mother died on that same morning, choosing to sacrifice her own life for the life of her wee bairn. At least that was what everyone told Ailsa. “I will, Glenda.
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