There's always been a connection between the Brouns and Mac'Lomains. Travel through time and witness the love that blooms.
Arianna Broun, a Scottish born colonial American has been haunted by the reoccurring dream of a phantom Scottish warrior. Her infatuation with the dream intensifies until All Hallows' Eve, when the veil between the worlds is at its thinnest. After several bizarre encounters she runs to her safe haven deep in the woods. When dawn comes too early, Arianna is eager to go home. But fate has other plans.
Laird Iain Mac'Lomain has long awaited the arrival of his promised bride. She claims to not be the woman intended for him but she fits the description given him of her, all fire and defiance. That defiance will end up costing them everything and rips them apart. However, a Scottish Chieftain with magic at his disposal is capable of most anything. Will he hold Arianna in his arms again or is she lost to him forever? Only time will tell.
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“I will dance with my wife now, cousin.” Iain’s tone left no room for debate.
“But of course, my laird,” Malcolm said. A thin grin turned half his mouth up and the other half down.
Arianna was tossed from one man to the other.
Relieved to be free of Malcolm’s grasp she found herself in a far more dangerous one.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” Iain had seen her disappear into the throng of people with Malcolm. Ready to commit murder, he watched the two cling to each other. He would deal with his cousin later, his wife now.
“Aye.”
“Is Malcolm to your liking?” No wife of his would behave this way.
“He’s nice enough.”
“Nice enough? What do you mean by that?” Iain tightened his hold on her.
“I mean that he’s nice enough but I’m glad that I’m not dancing with him anymore,” Arianna said.
Iain was at a loss for words. It seemed he may have misinterpreted things.
“Are you jealous?” Arianna’s heart paused.
Iain slid his hand down her back. “No.”
“No?” Her body reacted when his hand slid even lower.
“No.” He pulled her lower half against him.
“No.” This time she gasped the word against his chest. Now Arianna understood why she couldn’t open the barn door for Aunt Marie; and what Edward had meant when he’d said he was aroused! She closed her eyes, breath irregular.
Iain’s other hand cupped the back of cupped her neck, beneath her hair. He moved slower. The man could dance. His head lowered and nuzzled the side of her neck.
Ripples of pleasure washed over her. Was she still saying no?
“I never imagined…” He whispered in her ear. “This.”
When his lips met her neck she shivered. A new sensation swallowed her.
“Iain.”
“Aye.”
“I, I’m not, I, this is…I.” What was she saying?
He silenced her with his mouth. With his hand still on the back of her neck he guided her. Nothing was real anymore when he made her lips his.
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