Sins of the Highlander

By Connie Mason, Mia Marlowe

"Readers can regularly expect Mason for fast moving, interesting adventures with specific old backdrops that exhibit scorching ardour and steamy love scenes."—RT e-book Reviews


by no means had Elspeth Stewart imagined her marriage ceremony will be interrupted via a dark-haired stranger charging in on a black stallion, scooping her into his palms, and sporting her off around the wild Scottish highlands. Pressed opposed to his not easy chest and nestled among his powerful thighs, she should have feared for her lifestyles. yet her captor silenced all protests with a soul-searing kiss, giving Elspeth a glimpse of the soreness in the back of his passion—a discomfort purely she may ease.


"Mad Rob" MacLaren suggestion stealing his rival's bride-to-be was once definitely the right revenge. yet Rob by no means reckoned that this pretty, blameless lass could wake up the a part of him he proposal useless and buried together with his spouse. opposed to all cause, he longed to introduce the luscious Elspeth to the pleasures of the flesh, to make her his, and purely his, forever.

With clans opposed to them burning for conflict, they need to have the option to hitch together—body, breath, and soul. Or either may be made to pay for the... SINS OF THE HIGHLANDER

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Imagine ye I canna please ye with no that? ” She climbed on most sensible of him and settled herself on his cock, rubbing her rainy slit over its size. He fought to maintain from spewing his seed over his abdominal. He willed himself to not come. “Your face,” he demanded. in its place, she thrust her breasts towards him, her demanding nipples grazing his cheeks, his lips, his closed eyes. He steeled himself to not trap one in all them together with his mouth. while she gave up and tilted again, she made convinced he slid into her all of the method. sure as he used to be, he may not more cease that than he might cease respiring.

But when I dinna deal with ye with far away courtesy ahead of others, how could that glance, ye imagine? ” as though we’d develop into fanatics throughout the process our trip, she responded him silently. Her backside warmed lower than his contact, yet she resisted admitting he was once most likely clever to restrain himself in public. “I concept ye’d enjoy that i used to be having a take care of your strong name,” he stated. He endured to stroke her buttocks, pulling up the skinny chemise as he did so, until he touched her naked epidermis. He turned around each one globe of her backside then reached among her legs to cup her intercourse in his palm.

Yet again to the stallion Fingal came upon. It seemed to be large enough for him to trip. Being a massive, he knew mounts compatible for him have been prefer to be some distance and few in among, so he made up our minds to capture it, but—” “But he didna have a rope to capture it with? ” “Who’s telling this story? ” Rob demanded. “Ye’re getting sooner than me. ” while she clamped her lips tight, he persevered. “So Fingal set down his boulder and his oak trunk and fetched out his rope. For ye see, he did have a rope—and a great, stout size it was—tucked away in his sporran.

There bides the witch of Loch Eireann. ” Angus pointed to the small croft entering view around a rocky aspect. a number of pines rose in the back of the thatch-roofed cottage, after which the steep Highlands shot up in a wall of tough grass and granite. where used to be obtainable in simple terms by means of water. If there has been a satisfactory strategy to the clever woman’s domestic during the mountains, he doubted any who didn’t have goat’s toes may possibly deal with it. Cloven hooves. good, that’s what people acknowledged of the devil’s toes, wasn’t it? Angus prompt his craft towards the shallows, whereas Rob stood watch within the prow, eyeing the transparent water for any submerged rocks that may splinter the hull of an unwary sailor’s vessel.

Yet she’d by no means obvious the like on a lady. an concept struck her. “A pitchfork run transparent via may make one of these mark. ” Margot nodded. “I think it could possibly do. only one tine, o’ direction. yet she’s a woman and no’ prone to be spending her time in a solid. How d’ye imagine Elspeth Stewart bought a pitchfork via her leg? ” “Well, there’s an easy clarification, if ye imagine on it. ” Mrs. Beaton pursed her lips in delight. “I dinna comprehend for a truth, ye ken, yet I’ll warrant the satan marks these he traffics with.

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