The Highlander's Triumph (The Stolen Bride Series Book 5)
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He was a warrior fighting for Scottish freedom.
She was his enemy’s mistress.
Laird Brandon Sinclair has given his life to the Scottish cause. Swearing fealty to Robert the Bruce, he will stop at nothing to see oppression end.
Lady Mariana wants nothing more than to break free of the tyrannical hold the English king has on her. When he sends her to Scotland with a message for the rebels, instead of obeying his orders, she finds herself submitting to her desires. After one sizzling, life-altering night, Brandon and Mariana must part ways. But Mariana has no intention of betraying her heart again.
And Brandon is determined to get her back. Stealing Longshank’s secrets felt like victory, but taking his woman will be this Highlander’s ultimate triumph.
This is the fifth book in the Stolen Bride series. If you haven't already, check out the other books in the series!
Book One: The Highlander's Reward
Book Two: The Highlander's Conquest
Book Three: The Highlander's Lady
Book Four: The Highlander's Warrior Bride
Book six and the prequel releasing soon!
liked the way he looked, as well as to count his weapons. None. He’d been in such a hurry to see her that he’d not even bothered to put on his shoes. “Who are ye really?” Brandon asked, turning back to gaze at her, his eyes narrowed. “I am who I’ve said I was.” She kept her tone low, even. Who she was and what she was, were two different things and she wasn’t about to sully the memory of what they’d experienced with her exceedingly inglorious background. Her past was her past. He didn’t need to
eyes. How easily she found her ease in his arms. Brandon was stunned. Before he could think more on it, his men returned from their search, no villagers with them. Brandon frowned, his anger growing. “We saw no survivors, my laird.” Brandon gave a jerky nod, then turned his horse back in the direction they’d come. “Let us find the others.” If Wallace wasn’t back with Ronan and Julianna, then they might very well need to ride through the blazing village. Ronan and Julianna met them halfway. No
to learn to ignore it. He was an impressive warrior. Tall, with shoulders as wide as a door, corded muscle that filled the expanse of his linen shirt. Muscle she’d seen naked, run her fingers over, kissed. His features were chiseled from marble. Perfect, masculine, raw, powerful. Her cheeks heated with her thoughts, and with her anger. His scent surrounded her, even though he stood several feet away—and she was aware that the scent was but a memory and not the real thing. Despite how he’d
massaging over her rear, he bent his head to her breasts, flicking his tongue in teasing swirls over her hard nipples. “I like what I’ve found.” Mariana laughed between moans. “Anything I have is yours to keep.” “Anything?” “Anything.” “Even this?” Brandon slid his fingers over her damp cleft, sliding between the folds to gently massage the swollen bud. Mariana jumped a little at his touch. Precisely the reaction he was in search of. He suckled a little harder at her breasts, massaging her
beyond. Flashes of sun-glinted metal were the only indicators they were there. They might be a bit away from the village, but they were still in danger if Ross’ new following decided to pursue them. Ronan and Julianna joined them at the fire, speaking in hushed tones as they ate. Mariana dared not flinch when Julianna’s gaze met hers. Would the woman confront her now? Demand to know why she was at Kinterloch or issue her death warrant in the name of her powerful brother? The chill that seeped