Book Details:
Mass Market Paperback: 368 pagesPublisher: Forever; April 27, 2010
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0446552380
ISBN-13: 978-0446552387
Synopsis: Davina Montgomery is no ordinary English lady. For her own protection, she's been locked away from society, her true identity the Crown's most closely guarded secret. Until a shocking betrayal and a bold rescue land her in the arms of a fierce Highlander, a powerful warrior whose searing gaze and tantalizing touch awaken her body and soul.
As the firstborn son of a powerful Scottish laird, Robert MacGregor has no loyalty to the English throne, but he's not the kind of man to leave a woman in distress, even if she is English. He vows to deliver Davina to safety, unharmed and untouched. Yet one stolen kiss leaves them both smoldering with desire...and desperate for more. With Davina's secret threatening to destroy his clan, Rob must choose between everything he holds dear and the one woman he can't live without.
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Sneak Peek:
This scene takes place after Rob has delivered Davina to the safety of her sisters at Courlochcraig Abbey.
Before he could stop himself, he reached out and swept his fingers along her wrist. A forbidden touch, and more so here in her betrothed’s house. She moved closer as if he had pulled her to him. “What do you pray for, Robert MacGregor?”
“My clan,” he told her and then, because he’d never had time to consider the woman he would choose to spend the rest of his days with until he met the one he could never have, he folded his hands behind his back and looked away. “And ye.”
“You have my thanks for that,” she continued to muddle his good senses when she laid her palm on his arm. “But even God does not expect you to remain here, forgetting your duties to your family.”
She was right, of course. He should leave her and return to his kin, where he belonged. “I have no’ fergotten my duties.” He returned his gaze to hers and marveled at the innocence in her eyes after all she had seen, and the strength in them to send away her only protection. “I am torn by them.”
“All the more reason to go,” she said, moving away to return to where he had found her.
Rob watched her sit and then followed her, slipping into the pew behind her. “Why did ye no’ leave St. Christopher’s when ye knew yer enemies were comin’?” He wanted the truth from her on this, at least.
She shrugged her shoulders beneath her robes. “We weren’t certain they were coming. The sisters would not have left, and I could not abandoned them.”
Behind her, Rob moved forward slightly to inhale the sweet fragrance of her hair beneath her veil. “Does a wee lass raised in a convent have more courage than a man raised fer battle, then?”
“Oh, no, I didn’t mean to imply that!” She swung around and almost bumped noses with him before he shifted back. “I don’t doubt that you are courageous. But I am not your charge. There is no reason to put your life in jeopardy for me.”
There were more reasons than Rob cared to admit to her…or to himself. He leaned back instead and folded his arms across his chest. “My life is no’ in jeopardy, Davina. ‘Tis likely that the men who wanted ye dead think ye perished in the fire. They will no’ look fer ye here.”
“Then why have you ordered both Colin and Finn to keep watch from the bell tower, and why is Will stationed at the gate day and night?”
Rob bit down on his jaw, not liking how quickly she caught the contradiction and called him on it.
“’Tis my nature to be vigilant.”
“You’re brooding again.”
He shot her a dark glance. “Woman, I dinna’ brood.”
“Sulk?”
“Same thing,” he mumbled under his breath.
She shrugged turning forward in her seat. “Pout, then.”
Rob stared at the back of her veiled head. Did she jest with him? If so, ‘twas the first time he’d ever seen this side of her. He wasn’t certain he liked her teasing him, but it was far better than accusing him in earnest of being sour. When she slanted her gaze over her shoulder and flashed him a smile, he decided that he could live with some teasing.
“Is the Abbess aware that ye’re no’ as innocent as ye look?”
She turned to face him again with laughter in her eyes and held her finger to her mouth. “I’ll have penance for a se’nnight.”
“And ‘twill be well deserved.”
“My clan,” he told her and then, because he’d never had time to consider the woman he would choose to spend the rest of his days with until he met the one he could never have, he folded his hands behind his back and looked away. “And ye.”
“You have my thanks for that,” she continued to muddle his good senses when she laid her palm on his arm. “But even God does not expect you to remain here, forgetting your duties to your family.”
She was right, of course. He should leave her and return to his kin, where he belonged. “I have no’ fergotten my duties.” He returned his gaze to hers and marveled at the innocence in her eyes after all she had seen, and the strength in them to send away her only protection. “I am torn by them.”
“All the more reason to go,” she said, moving away to return to where he had found her.
Rob watched her sit and then followed her, slipping into the pew behind her. “Why did ye no’ leave St. Christopher’s when ye knew yer enemies were comin’?” He wanted the truth from her on this, at least.
She shrugged her shoulders beneath her robes. “We weren’t certain they were coming. The sisters would not have left, and I could not abandoned them.”
Behind her, Rob moved forward slightly to inhale the sweet fragrance of her hair beneath her veil. “Does a wee lass raised in a convent have more courage than a man raised fer battle, then?”
“Oh, no, I didn’t mean to imply that!” She swung around and almost bumped noses with him before he shifted back. “I don’t doubt that you are courageous. But I am not your charge. There is no reason to put your life in jeopardy for me.”
There were more reasons than Rob cared to admit to her…or to himself. He leaned back instead and folded his arms across his chest. “My life is no’ in jeopardy, Davina. ‘Tis likely that the men who wanted ye dead think ye perished in the fire. They will no’ look fer ye here.”
“Then why have you ordered both Colin and Finn to keep watch from the bell tower, and why is Will stationed at the gate day and night?”
Rob bit down on his jaw, not liking how quickly she caught the contradiction and called him on it.
“’Tis my nature to be vigilant.”
“You’re brooding again.”
He shot her a dark glance. “Woman, I dinna’ brood.”
“Sulk?”
“Same thing,” he mumbled under his breath.
She shrugged turning forward in her seat. “Pout, then.”
Rob stared at the back of her veiled head. Did she jest with him? If so, ‘twas the first time he’d ever seen this side of her. He wasn’t certain he liked her teasing him, but it was far better than accusing him in earnest of being sour. When she slanted her gaze over her shoulder and flashed him a smile, he decided that he could live with some teasing.
“Is the Abbess aware that ye’re no’ as innocent as ye look?”
She turned to face him again with laughter in her eyes and held her finger to her mouth. “I’ll have penance for a se’nnight.”
“And ‘twill be well deserved.”
Against the candle light, her eyes gleamed with mischief, her mouth was wide with a smile so Rob had no trouble understanding why God had chosen her as His own.
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