BOOK INFORMATION
TITLE – To
Avenge Her Highland Warrior
SERIES – Highland Fae Chronicles #3
AUTHOR – Samantha Holt
GENRE – Historical Romance
PUBLICATION DATE – 18th October
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - 60000
BOOK SYNOPSIS
Lorna lost
everything to war. Her home, her wealth... her lover. And now she wants
revenge.
When her
hasty plan throws her at the mercy of her enemy’s men, she holds little hope of
returning to her kin and fears death is around the corner. But could her
salvation lie in the arms of her dark captor?
Logan has
little time to be dealing with a stubborn noble woman. His orders are to
prepare for war. His laird—the man he owes his life to—intends to join forces
with the Norse and bring a battle to Scotland that will see the fate of the
country forever changed. Scarred, and with no memory of his past, Logan is
determined to forge a new future for himself as well as prove his loyalty to
the laird.
But the
beautiful lass has him questioning his previous life and his goals. When she
starts claiming he once loved her, he knows he’s being manipulated and she’s
taking advantage of his memory loss. So why is it so hard to resist the idea of
having once been her lover?
With the
threat of impending war—a battle that promises to bring slaughter to her
family—can Lorna persuade Logan to believe her, and is the bitter man he’s
become even worth saving?
Whatever the
outcome of the battle, a certain interfering faery is resolved to see fate back
on its correct path. And that means forcing Lorna and Logan together—no matter
their differences.
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EXCERPT
Logan
clenched his jaw and the roar of the storm sounded closer. He had to leave yet
his feet refused to move. Why stay? Why torture himself further? His heart
pounded against his chest. In the next flash, he was close once more. Within
touching distance. He saw her features more clearly now. The distress in her
eyes, the golden strands of hair curling around her pointed chin. The fan of
her lashes lowered and lifted in one slow sweep until her gaze locked onto his.
“Logan,” she whispered, voice tremulous, but he did not know
if that was a plea for him to leave or come closer.
“Logan,” she tried again.
The shaky quality of her voice pulled at his gut. His gaze
traced the curl that flowed over one shoulder and down, caressing her gentle
curves like a lover—like he once had apparently. His palms tingled with the
need to feel the soft give of her flesh beneath him.
The next flash highlighted her trembling form. The fragile
hollow of her neck fluttered with her pulse and his mouth grew dry with the
need to press his lips to it.
Damn her. Like a siren, she lured him in.
He almost backed away. How long they had been standing like
that he knew not. It may have been moments—a mere few flashes of lightening—but
the thickening of the air between them seemed to slow time.
The tremble of her lips gripped his heart, squeezed it hard
and painfully. An aggravating need to take care of her ate into him, softened
him to her.
Logan closed the gap. The next rumble lined up with him
gripping her upper arms and pushing her back against the wall. She gasped, the
sound clear to him even as the skies crashed about them. Hot anger mingled with
need. It burned through him and set his nerve endings alight. How dare she have
such a hold over him, how dare she make him want her?
Soft, delicate breasts pressed against him. Slim thighs
quaked against his. With a hiss of breath, he lowered his mouth to hers as she
stared up at him. Before his lips met hers, her eyes flashed with a plea, but
was she begging him to kiss her or leave her be? He couldn’t decide what he
wanted either, but she left him with little choice.
The first touch made him wonder if he had not indeed been
struck by lightning. Frissons shot through him, curled into his blood and fired
his fury and lust. Lorna released a tiny sound and he pressed his lips hard to
hers this time. She whimpered. Her lips felt hot beneath his. Her taste
threatened to drown him.
Satisfaction settled in his gut when she arched into him. He
kept hold of her arms, allowing little movement but that up thrust of breasts
and hips into him made him hiss and press harder. He coaxed her lips apart, and
she gasped when he invaded the heated recesses of her mouth. Logan kissed her
deeply, with little apology. He needed this, needed her.
AUTHOR BIO
Samantha lives in a small village in England with her
gorgeous twin girls and husband who is a trained bodyguard and ex-soldier. She
enjoys writing historical romance involving chivalrous knights, hot highlanders
and cravatted men, but sometimes gets lured away by bad boy bikers, soldiers
and other heroic modern men.
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