A LADY'S MISSION . . . Known for her beauty and boldness, Abigail MacGregor must preserve her clan's dangerous secret: that her mother is the true heir to the English Crown. If the wrong people find out, it will mean war for her beloved Scotland. To keep peace, she embarks for London, unprepared for the treachery that awaits-especially from her wickedly handsome escort. He is the enemy, but his slow, sensuous kisses entice her beyond reason . . .
A WARRIOR'S TEMPTATION
General Daniel Marlow, loyal knight and the kingdom's most desirable hero, would rather be on the battlefield than transporting a spoiled Highland lass. But Abby MacGregor is unlike any woman he's ever met, in a ballroom or in his bedroom. Captivated by her daring spirit and seduced by her lovely innocence, Daniel must choose between betraying his queen or giving up the woman who would steal his country-and his traitorous heart.
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Excerpt
“Aye, ye did say that,” she murmured. “Well,
since we’re both awake, we might as well spend the night together again.”
The innocence in her voice struck him in the
guts. She wanted nothing more from him than someone to be with outside in the
night.
He, on the other hand, was not innocent at all.
Her choice of words sent a little spark of heat to his groin. The way she
turned on the pads of her feet and ended up pressed against his side and tucked
neatly under his shoulder tilted him on his axis a little.
“I’m cold,” she whispered, her teeth chattering.
He put up no fight when she lifted his arm
around her shoulder, then covered them both with her plaid. The desire to
protect her overwhelmed him and sent tremors through his muscles. He knew
little of her. Was she an innocent daughter of a Jacobite chief, or part of
some secret scheme Anne was devising.
Hell. Anne didn’t devise schemes.
“I wasn’t certain if you were ever going to
speak to me again,” he said, when what he should have said was, You should
go sleep somewhere, lady, and not on me.
“I was verra’ angry with ye. But I’ve forgiven
ye.” He heard the smile in her voice and made a mental note of how well it
pleased him that she was no longer angry. He would decide what to do about his
unwanted concerns for her tomorrow. Right now, he only wanted to sit with her
just like this, with her beneath his arm and pressed snuggly into his side.
Warmth swept over him like fine wine until he felt drunk on it.
How was it that she fit so neatly into him, now
and earlier when she slept in his lap, like she belonged there, close to him?
Close to his heart.
Hell, it scared him, and after fighting for over
a decade, not much scared him anymore.
“D’ye have a wife, General Marlow?” Came her
sweet voice against his chest.
“No, lady.”
“Are ye betrothed?”
“I am not.”
“Is there a lass somewhere who has yer heart?”
“No.”
“Well,” she laughed softly, “are all the ladies
in England fools?”
“They’re the opposite,” he told her. “They’re
wise to set their interests in another direction.”
She shook her head then tilted her face up to
his. In the filtered light of the moon, he could make her out enough to fall
victim to the alluring curves of her mouth, her soft, sweet breath against his
chin. “Nae, they are fools not to try to win yer affections.”
He knew every reason there was to stop what he
was thinking, what he was feeling, and what he was about to do. But reason was
a puny opponent compared to desire.
Slipping one hand behind her nape and the other
to her throat, he tilted her chin another half-inch then covered her mouth with
his. The instant after he did it, he regretted it, but then she coiled her arms
around his neck and drew him closer, and he couldn’t stop. He never wanted to.
She didn’t resist him, in fact, she melted in his arms. She groaned softly when
he drew his tongue across the seam of her mouth. She bit his lip and ignited
his blood to liquid fire. He swept his tongue in and out of her, holding her
close to him while they kissed, wanting nothing more from her than what she
gave him now. Making love to her could be dangerous if Charlotte found out.
He’d have to make sure she didn’t find out, at least until he had proof of
other crimes and could arrest her. If she hurt Abigail before that he’d hang
her himself.
He wondered, as he held her in his arms and
kissed her long into the night, how he could be so content with one he was
supposed to hate.
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