Taming A Wild Scot: A Claimed By The Highlander Novel - Plot & Excerpts
Damn the man. She should be rejoicing at the prospect of being free of his unreasonable demands. She should be happy to put his threats behind her. She should not be feeling like fate was ripping the heart out of her chest once more. No attachments. That was her solemn vow. But his actions that November night in Lochurkie had changed everything. He had saved her. And nothing he’d done since—not the harsh words, not the binding of her hands, not the cool dismissal of their kiss—had shaken her valiant view of him. Rather, a dozen little things had nurtured it, like the way he’d defended her in the cellars, the way he’d held her safely in his arms on a cold winter night, and the way he’d insisted on accompanying her home. Meaningless things. And now . . . Now her chest felt so heavy she could barely breathe. He could not die. She wouldn’t allow it. Ana rolled the loose sleeves of her sark up to her elbows.
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