Unbridled passion with an incredibly hot seven hundred-year-old Highlander in the middle of the night? Mm Yeah. Bring it on.
He wanted one night with her when he did not have to be on his guard waiting for the Douglases to discover that she was English and a lass; one night when he could sit and talk with her by the fire without another soul in sight; one night when when he did not need to pretend he did not want her.
I’m no’ a good man.
The little woman, wearing a pink and black zigzag-striped pantsuit over a black turtleneck, resembled a skinny zebra who’d OD’d on Pepto-Bismol.
This is an education on seduction,
He set his whisky tumbler on the table, but kept his fingers around it. “What do you see in my eyes?”…
“Tell me, lass,” he urged softly.
She suddenly understood the term ‘old soul,’ because one sat before her now. And, as if opening a book, she caught a glimpse of Asher. The words then tumbled out of her mouth. “Endlessness. Sorrow. Agony. Distress. Rage.
Kiril glanced around the darkened room. He walked to a leather chair and sat, stretching his legs out in front of him and crossing his ankles. “Did you know that during the Fae Wars the Dark took two Dragon Kings? At different times, of course.
Good. Now let’s go down to the pub and meet the townsfolk,” Iain said.
“Bar,” Euann corrected, just to be contrary.
“Let’s go down to the pub before I hit ya with a bar,” Iain said.
Scotland – The Highlands – Thirteenth Century
“Have ye e’er seen such a lovely set o’ bosoms?