What is so sexy about Highlanders? Aside from the flash of a brawny thigh beneath a kilt and the swoon-worthy knowledge of how well they handle their sword? Well, just read the start to the all new Conquered Brides series by the queen of all things Highlander!
A hero determined to
have it all...
After losing his betrothed to a
Lowlander, Laird Gabriel MacKinnon is charged with saving her cousin along with
a brood of children from an impenetrable castle. Though, the lady he’s been
tasked to protect has been accused of a heinous crime, Gabriel has no fear of
her. In fact, he’s a little irritated at the prospect of delivering her to her
kin. But this hardened, cold warrior just may find his heart melting, for the
hellion brings out a passionate side he’d thought long buried.
A lady who will stop at
nothing to see him fail...
Lady Brenna has had more than her share
of hardships and when freedom looks to be on the brink of her horizon, she’s
not about to let some moody Highlander take it all away. She’ll stop at nothing
to keep her children safe—and to guard her heart—even though the warrior’s
heated kiss threatens to change every vow she’s ever made and every belief
about love she’s ever known.
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The handle jiggled again
and Brenna heard the scrape of metal on the lock. Snow growled low in her throat,
ears perked, eyes flicking from the handle to Brenna’s face.
A curse sounded along with
the scratching of metal and then finally there was an audible click. Brenna
bounced away from the door, giving a quick glance at Theo before the door banged
open hiding him from view.
A stranger stood in the
doorway, taking up the entire expanse. Shoulders as wide as the door frame, and
just as tall, he glowered down at her with haunting blue eyes. Behind him she
could hear the shuffling of someone else, but she couldn’t see him other than
to recognize his plaid was not MacLeod, and neither was the stranger facing
her.
Snow stood on all fours,
hackles raised as she growled threateningly, teeth bared. A caring nursemaid
she was, she could also be a fearsome guard. The warrior looked at the dog,
whistled and flicked his hand. Snow ceased her growling, contemplated the man
and then retreated to her place in the corner with the boys.
Brenna’s mouth fell open in
shock and horror. How could he command her dog in such a way? And Snow!
Traitor!
“Who...” She swallowed around
the fearful lump that had formed in her throat, then forced herself to stand
tall when she really wanted to retreat. “Who are ye?” she demanded.
The warrior was over a foot
taller than she, his golden head bumping against the top of the door frame. When
he stepped into the chamber, he actually had to bend slightly to the side and
duck. There was nothing small about him. Muscles pulled at the confines of his
shirt. Her gaze was riveted to the broad expanse of his chest, the silver
brooch that held his plaid at his shoulder sparkled, a single emerald in the
center glinting in the light of her candle. She held her breath as she scanned
him from the top of his kilt all the way to the end just above his knees.
Strong calves were encased in leather boots. He was covered in weapons. A sword
at his back, one at his waist. A dagger strapped to his belt, bracers on his
forearms, and a needle-nose sharp instrument in one hand. A warrior. Ready for battle.
By the time her gaze roved back to his face, she was trembling.
Hard and fierce blue eyes
stared down at her, sending a shiver racing over her skin. His flaxen hair was
cropped short; the same shade of hair covered his chin in a short beard, lining
a strong square jaw. His face was broad, but not overly so, and could have been
cut from marble, the angles were so precise. His lips were set in a determined
line, but even that fierce look didn’t take away from their shape. The V indent
at the top that gave them a mesmerizing outline. To be certain, Brenna had
never seen a man more handsome, or more terrifying, in her life. Not even
Ronald or Thomas ever frightened her by their sheer presence alone. And there
was nowhere to go. Rooted in place, her gaze locked on his, she waited for him
to tell her just who the hell he was.
BIO:
Eliza
Knight is a USA Today bestselling
indie author of sizzling historical romance and erotic romance. While not
reading, writing or researching for her latest book, she chases after her three
children. In her spare time (if there is such a thing…) she likes daydreaming,
wine-tasting, traveling, hiking, staring at the stars, watching movies,
shopping and visiting with family and friends. She lives atop a small mountain
with her own knight in shining armor, three princesses and one very naughty
puppy. Visit Eliza at http://www.elizaknight.com or
her historical blog History Undressed:
www.historyundressed.com
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