Hannah and the Highlander (Untamed Highlanders)
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First in a brand-new series from New York Times bestselling author Sabrina York about the bold, brawny men of the Highlands-and the lovely lasses who bring them to their knees...
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...in Hannah and the Highlander.
rooms?” he asked. “I believe we have a conversation to finish.” She rumpled her brow. A conversation? His saucy expression reminded her. Oh. Aye. “Let’s,” she said, tugging him to his feet. Together, they made their way up the grand staircase of their home, his arm around her and her head tucked against his chest. “I’m so pleased with the way everything worked out,” she said. “Mmm.” His murmur rumbled through her. “That he changed his mind about the Clearances, certainly, but also that he
something not quite so …” He flourished a hand. Dougal’s brow lowered. “Not quite so what?” Constricting? “Imposing?” The response was a wet snort. “You have to be imposing with these bastards. Impress them with your station—” “I’m a duke. I don’t need to impress anyone.” “You yourself said they’ve been truculent.” Aye they had been. “These men are savages. They respond to one thing. Power. You must exude it.” Dougal whipped out the tailcoat and set it on the bed. The breeches and the
he intended. When he lifted his head, locked gazes with her, and whispered, “Tonight,” her belly clenched. Heavens, he was a glorious man. “I canna wait.” “Nor can—” Fergus cleared his throat. Alexander sighed and kissed her again, quickly, before turning on his heel and storming up the stairs. But he stopped at the landing to glance back at her, a simmering heat in his expression. Fergus, who wasn’t paying attention, plowed into him. * * * Alexander swept into the sitting room and
were kin. They were clansmen for God’s sake. But they weren’t alike. Not by a damn sight. “Please. Have a seat.” Caithness plopped down and was promptly surrounded by a billow of dust. He waved a hand in front of his face. “I must apologize for the condition of my parlor.” A chuckle. “But in truth, this is one of the few rooms with furniture. My personal effects have yet to arrive from London and the servants have been focusing their cleaning jags on my private quarters. Not many guests coming
Clearances, the sight of such bleak wreckage, the knowledge of the pain and suffering that had occurred here, made her chest ache. “I’d like to stop by one more croft before taking you to see Castletown,” Alexander said. “I often visit Agnes when I’m on my rounds and I’d like to check on her.” It was clear from his tight tone that he was worried all would not be well when they arrived. And it was not. As they emerged from the woods near Agnes’ croft, Hannah’s pulse stalled. A large angry plume