‘You did not come,’ he said.
‘I could not.’
‘I wanted you there. I wanted to see you,’ Duncan whispered, close enough for Marian to feel his breath on her face. Then he kissed her neck, the heat of his mouth sending chills through her. Still she dared not move. ‘I wanted to taste you.’
He leaned down until his lips met hers. It was only a moment before the kiss changed from tender to possessive and she lost the ability to think or to move. Heat raced through her and centred itself in that place deep inside. Soon Marian discovered that her limbs had lost the ability to support her and she leaned towards him.
She’d been completely prepared to fight him away. Now she was not so certain. He slid his arms around her, touching her stomach, then her breasts. The caresses excited her, making her shiver.
Was this passion, then? Was this what made men lose their minds and what brought clans to war?
Praise for Terri Brisbin:
‘A welcome new voice in romance…
you won’t want to miss.’
—Bestselling author Susan Wiggs
SURRENDER TO THE HIGHLANDER
‘…a carefully crafted plot spiced with a realistic
measure of deadly intrigue and a richly detailed,
fascinating medieval setting.’
—Chicago Tribune
‘…a seductive, vivid love story’
—Romance Reviews Today
TAMING THE HIGHLANDER
‘TAMING THE HIGHLANDER is a lively, frolicking
tale of life in the highlands; truly a must-read.’
—Historical Romance Writers
THE COUNTESS BRIDE
‘The author uses a time in history
that is fraught with war, deceit and uncertainty to move
her characters into love, conflict and danger. Brisbin
woos her readers with laughter and tears
in this delightful and interesting tale of love.’
—Romantic Times BOOKreviews
Terri Brisbin is wife to one, mother of three, and dental hygienist to hundreds when not living the life of a glamorous romance author. She was born, raised and is still living in the southern New Jersey suburbs. Teri’s love of history led her to write time-travel romances and historical romances set in Scotland and England. Readers are invited to visit her website for more information at www.terribrisbin.com, or contact her at PO Box 41, Berlin, NJ 08009-0041, USA.
Recent novels by the same author:
THE DUMONT BRIDE
LOVE AT FIRST STEP
(short story in The Christmas Visit) THE NORMAN’S BRIDE THE COUNTESS BRIDE THE EARL’S SECRET TAMING THE HIGHLANDER SURRENDER TO THE HIGHLANDER
POSSESSED BY THE HIGHLANDER
Terri Brisbin
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I’d like to dedicate this book to my friend Mo Boylan.
She was one of my first fans when my first book
came out in 1998 and she remains my friend now!
To over 10 years of friendship! Thanks, Mo, for all
your support and help and for having fun with me, too!
Many thanks go out to my writing colleague
Jennifer Wagner for her willingness to listen
as I rambled on and on about Duncan and Marian
and their dilemmas…and for her help in
making it all make sense! Thanks, Jen!
Chapter One
“’Tis said that her breasts fill a man’s hand with their creamy fullness.”
“Or his mouth!” another in the back shouted.
“I heard the tale that her legs can circle a man’s girth and pull him into heaven’s very grasp.” This from the youngest of the group. “And her hair falls in raven waves down her back.” Duncan swore he could hear an almost wistful longing in the voice of a boy on the verge of manhood.
“Nay, ‘tis the palest of blond hair,” called out another.
“I heard as red as…Hamish’s!” said Tavis.
They laughed at that bit of overblown if confused imagery, but the chuckling quieted quickly and Duncan realized they were all thinking the same thing.
“Aye, laddie,” Hamish called out then as he tossed his head, making his dark red hair flow down his back. “And I heard the tale that her hair was all that covered the lass’s charms when she were caught by her da, the old laird, wi’ two men or mayhap three in her bed.”
Duncan was tempted to warn them off, but Hamish began singing just then. It was a quick little tune that was familiar to all of them, but Hamish changed a few of the words and turned it into something bawdy about the sexual delights offered by the woman in the Robertson clan
