Hannah and the Highlander by Sabrina York
First in a brand-new series about
the bold, brawny men of the Scottish Highlands--and the lovely lasses who bring
them to their knees…
Coming September 1st
Highlanders are her weakness.
Hannah Dounreay has no time for suitors who only seem interested in her
family's land, which she manages as well as any man. If she marries, she wants
to be loved for the educated, independent woman she is. But when a strong,
silent--and spectacularly handsome--Highlander saves her from a violent attack,
her heart is stirred. Who is this man? And if he asks for Hannah's hand, will
she be able to resist him?
Love is the most powerful weapon of all.
Alexander Lochlannach, Laird of Dunnet, has no time to lose. The Highlands are
in an uproar as clans battle for land--without mercy--and Alexander can't
afford to fall for the wildly attractive, strong-willed Hannah. What's more, he
has a desperate secret, one that could destroy them both. But as their
attraction turns into an all-consuming passion, Alexander has no choice but to
prove to Hannah that he's the only man for her--body and soul…
Read an excerpt:
Egads. She wants to speak with him
before the wedding…
The door opened immediately, as though she’d been
standing there waiting. At the sight of her, his heart stalled and his throat
tightened. She had this effect on him each and every time he saw her. God, she
was so beautiful.
Her eyes widened, as though she was surprised to
see him, which befuddled him, because she’d asked him to come. Then her gaze
raked him. He liked to think that look in her eye was a glimmer of
appreciation. “Dunnet,” she said. “You’re . . . dressed.”
Aye. Dressed
for a wedding. He couldn’t help but notice she was not.
“Lady . . . Hannah.” He bowed. “You wanted to . .
. talk?”
She nodded briskly and opened the door wider,
stepping back to allow him to enter. He did so and closed the door behind him.
The click was deafening. It was not lost on him that he was in her bedchambers.
His gaze flicked to the bed. It was slightly rumpled. That made him feel
slightly rumpled as well.
This was not the time for his passion to rise.
It did.
“Thank you for coming,” she said, turning away to
pace. “I know you are prepared to marry . . . forthwith.” He had no idea why she emphasized the word as she did.
“But before we exchange our vows, I have some things that I need to say.”
He nodded, even as relief gushed through him.
She hadn’t changed her mind.
And if she had things to say, he should probably
stay silent. And listen.
“You and I need to have an understanding.”
“An . . . understanding?”
“Aye.” His hope was supplanted by a hint of
disappointment when she said in a very businesslike tone, “We both know this is
a marriage of convenience.”
His gaze snapped to her face. Ernest though her
expression was, it lacked the dreamy, romantic tinge a groom might hope for. In
fact, she set her chin and shot him a very unromantic glance.
A marriage
of convenience? A cold, heartless,
distant union? Denial howled. Suddenly, to his surprise, he found he wanted
something very different. He longed to respond, to cry out his dissent, but his
throat locked.
“There is no reason to pretend this is something
other than it is. I agreed to marry you because Dounreay needs your protection
and you agreed to marry me for my lands. We are marrying for no other reason.
Aye. I understand that. We understand
that.”
Nae. We understood nothing of the sort. There
was another reason he was determined to marry her, did she but realize.
He wanted
her.
“Regardless, Dunnet, my wish is for a peaceful
union.”
Peaceful.
Aye. Peaceful was good.
“I should like for us to work together as a team.
In partnership.”
Aye. He
had a partnership in mind. . . .
“If I’m going to pledge myself to a man forever, I
need to know that he will respect me. That he will honor my wishes. I need to
know he will take my counsel into account.” She fixed Alexander with a steady
gaze, as though she expected a response. So he nodded.
She was so beautiful, so earnest. So tantalizing.
He stepped closer, intent on his target.
Her eyes widened as he neared. Her hand on his
chest stalled his approach and her brow wrinkled. Her gaze flicked to his mouth
and her tongue peeped out, wetting her lips, igniting a flame in his belly.
With great effort, she ripped her gaze away and frowned. “Do you agree to my
terms?” she asked.
He cupped her cheek and angled her head up. Her
breath caught. Her features froze as she realized his intent. “Aye,” he said.
“Aye.” And then he did what he’d been thinking about for weeks. What he’d been
obsessing over all day. He kissed her.
And it was glorious.
A shiver rippled over Hannah’s skin as Dunnet took
her mouth. His taste, his scent, infused her. It was a light kiss, a testing
foray, but it sent an unholy thrill through her and left her wanting one thing.
More.
She had wanted this chance to speak with him
privately, to receive his assurances that their marriage would be a
partnership, to set her mind at rest, and he’d done that. But if she was being
truthful . . . something like this had been on her mind as well, skulking there
behind her noble intentions, a roiling hunger. A curiosity. A need.
She’d kissed him before and he had turned away.
She desperately needed to know if, in his heart, he had any passion for her
whatsoever.
He lifted his head—way too soon—and stared down at
her. “Hannah . . . ” he murmured.
Even as she attempted to rein in her
disappointment at his withdrawal, his hold on her cheek tightened, his eyes
narrowed, and he issued a noise, something gruff and deep, something that sent
a lick of exhilaration through her.
He yanked her closer. The feel of his body against
hers, rigid and unyielding, made her head spin. His fingers threaded through
her hair and he held her steady as his head descended again. She sucked in a
breath, quivering with anticipation.
And ah. Ah.
This kiss was different.
This wasn’t tentative in the slightest. It was a
taking. A mad, starved consummation of her mouth with his, a melding of lips
and tongue and need.
This was as wild as the windy squalls off the
coast. As tantalizing as the fairy wisps at dusk. As scorching as the forge
where razor-sharp steel was tempered and formed.
And it cut through her like a screaming wind, an
enticing magic, a warm blade.
Scuttles of heat rose in her womb. Rivulets of
excitement danced in her veins. His taste filled her senses, her mouth, her
soul.
When he lifted his head, a glimmer danced in his
eye. It was the look of a conquering hero, a savage Scotsman, a man whose
hunger had been sated but ignited at the same time.
Oh heavens.
Exultation whipped through her. Her knees were
weak and her body melted.
Damn her reservations.
Damn her fears.
Damn her doubts about whether or not he really
wanted her.
She wanted him. And she would have him.
It was gratifying to see that he was not
unaffected. His breath came heavy and hard and there was a slight tremble in
his voice when he spoke. It was one word and one word only, forced out and
wreathed in a growl, but it was enough.
“Mine.”
WHAT
PEOPLE ARE SAYING ABOUT HANNAH AND THE HIGHLANDER
Bold and steamy—Publisher’s Weekly
5 stars: A stunning tale from
beginning to end—Love, Life and Booklust
Top Pick: Hannah and the Highlander
is a wonderful love story that I can honestly and happily recommend to all—Night Owl Reviews
4 Stars: York turns her talent for
sizzle to men in kilts—and the women who love them—in her newest sexy romp—RT Magazine
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