desire that defies all limits…
a love that was meant to be…
1502. Akira Neish has been raised as a peasant, her belly
often empty and her family subject to the cruel whims of her
clan's laird. To the clan’s children, the horned shaped
birthmark she bears means she is a witch. But she is neither
peasant nor witch—and now the man who knows the truth
has returned to claim her for his own.
MacLeod has kept Akira's secrets and to avenge his father, the
sensual young laird must marry her. He is more than a match
for the fiery nature of the woman he adores. Yet the passion
they share—and truths that can no longer remain hidden—could
rip all of Scotland apart...
stroked her lips open with his thumb. "I have a boon or
two of my own I'd like ye to agree upon before I take ye as
my lady wife."
will allow me to kiss ye every morn..." He kissed her bottom
lip. "And every eve..." He kissed her top lip. "And
anytime I feel the need to press your sweet lips to mine."
With this request, he tilted his head and flicked his tongue
in her mouth. She jerked, but he held her firmly until she returned
his kiss with equal abandon.
forced himself away, but lingered on the pulse in her neck still
beating wildly against his lips. "Will ye agree to my conditions
as I have agreed to yours?" he whispered in her ear, waiting
for her to catch her breath.
all ye ask of me?"
I have to return your kisses?"
Calin nearly laughed.
do my best to honor your boon, m'laird."