The Rogue: A Highland Guard Novella (The Highland Guard) - Plot & Excerpts
The big Norseman—half Norseman, but all bloody pirate—shook his head. “With all that experience and supposed charm, do you know anything about lasses?” “Go to hell, Hawk.” “I think you were the one directed to do that. And by the look on your face the past few days, you are there.” The pain-in-his-arse seafarer and member of the king’s secret fighting force known as the Highland Guard leaned back on the bench against the wall, kicked out his feet, crossed his arms, and shook his head with a broad smile on his face. “I’d nearly given up hope that I’d live to see this day. But damn if it wasn’t worth the wait. For someone who didn’t want to fight like a brigand, you sure as hell look like one.” Randolph squeezed the pewter goblet in his hand until it almost bent. He’d had years of practice in ignoring Hawk’s jabs—including more than one about Randolph’s unfortunate words to explain why he’d switched allegiance (Christ, he’d been young and pompous!)—but he’d never been closer to slamming his fist through that flashing white grin.
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