As Laird, Callum Lennon feels
he has always failed to protect his cousins. Callum’s impulsiveness caused the
death of his father and the experience has scarred not only his body, but his
soul. From that point on, he made sure to always go with the more logical
choice in every matter. When his younger cousin Angus finds clues that might
help break the curse, Callum begrudgingly hires Phoebe Chilton to investigate. Callum
doesn’t like bringing outsiders into their family affairs. Their life would
become fodder for the tabloids if anyone were to find out about the curse. It
doesn’t help that the instant he meets Dr. Chilton he’s attracted. But, he
doesn’t really have a choice because she might be their last hope.
An expert in
archeology, Phoebe has always been dwarfed by her parents’ shadow. Their high
standards had her in college by thirteen and earning a second PhD by
twenty-two. But her career and her broken marriage have left her needing
something more than just diplomas and degrees. She wants to prove that her
interest in legends, especially Celtic legends, is as important as her parents’
work. When the Lennon family contacts her, she sees the opportunity to win a
massive research grant. With a long-time rival breathing down her back, she
jumps at the Blacks’ offer her, hoping it will ensure her the grant. But
uncovering the Lennon family secrets, and her attraction to Callum, could prove
more than she can handle.
Forces outside the
family are determined to ensure that they fail. When an old enemy threatens
both the well being of the clan and the fragile new love, Callum will have to
choose between believing his mind or his heart.
~~~~~~~
“I protect what
is mine. I’ll not allow you to use Angus.”
She moved away
from the counter, her body tense with anger. “I have never used another person,
especially in that way. You’ve convinced yourself that I decided to somehow use
my considerable wiles on your cousin to somehow gain who knows what.”
When she said it
like that, he felt juvenile and petty.
“Don’t worry, Mr. Lennon. I’ll avoid your cousins from
now on.”
Which is what he
wanted, but at the same time he felt like the lowest form of scum even if it
was the best choice. The diary could hold their secrets, and the less she
connected to them, the better. They just needed it translated, and for her to
leave. As soon as that happened, he would be free of this affliction, he was
sure.
“I’ll do my work
and take my meals in my room.”
He heard the
hurt in her voice. His need to banish Phoebe was as unexplainable as the need
to ease her pain.
She attempted to
brush past him, but he stepped in front of her, blocking her one exit. “I
didn’t say you needed to avoid my cousins.” It was what he wanted, needed, but
here he was contradicting his own thoughts, again.
When she looked
at him, there was no humor in her gaze, no studied interest as he’d seen before.
Now, all he saw was loneliness and he ached.
“No. I’ll finish
my task and leave. I know you must have a very good reason, although I can’t
understand what it could be. I will respect your wishes.”
Again, she tried
to move past him, but he refused to budge. That same fresh scent of her reached
his senses, seducing him. Even as he was
reaching for her, his mind was screaming stop.
He ignored it, and every other protective instinct. The only thing roaring
through his head was to take, to claim.
“It isna my
family that has me worried, lass.” The moment he wrapped his hand around her
upper arm, her head shot up, surprise lighting her eyes her mouth falling open
in surprise. “It seems being around you is no’ good for my peace of mind.”
He jerked her
against him. She gasped, the sound filled with both fear and excitement.
Arousal spiked and his body craved—demanded—more intimate contact. Knowing it
was wrong, even knowing it was dangerous, he bent his head and took possession
of her luscious mouth.
2 comments:
I loke the cover for your new series Mel.
Zina
Mel, you have to make that wee video clip longer.....
Love ya
Zina
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