The Highlander Takes a Bride
Scottish Highlander #3
Scottish Highlander #3
By: Lynsay Sands
Releasing July 28, 2015
A bold, seductive laird meets his passionate match in a scintillating Highland romance from New York Times bestselling author Lynsay Sands.
Sword fighting, swearing, and riding astride come naturally to Saidh Buchanan. Simpering and holding her tongue-definitely not. Raised alongside seven boisterous brothers, Saidh has little interest in saddling herself with a husband…until she glimpses the new Laird MacDonnell bathing naked in the loch. Though she’s far from a proper lady, the brawny Highlander makes Saidh feel every inch a woman.
She has an angel’s looks, a warrior’s temper, and seeks out his kisses with wanton eagerness. Little wonder that Greer is intrigued by his comely guest. When reckless desire overtakes them, he’s more than willing to make an honest woman of her. But Saidh is the target of a hidden enemy, and Greer faces the battle of his life…to safeguard the woman he wants above all others.
LYNSAY SANDS is the nationally bestselling author of the Argeneau/Rogue Hunter vampire series, as well as numerous historicals and anthologies. She’s been writing stories since grade school and considers herself incredibly lucky to be able to make a career out of it. Her hope is that readers can get away from their everyday stress through her stories, and if there’s occasional uncontrollable fits of laughter, that’s just a big bonus. Please visit her on the web at www.lynsaysands.net.
“Ye ride well.” He complimented her.
“I do,” she agreed. “I fight well too. Ye’ll be sorry fer yer challenge after we break our fast. I shall trounce ye.”
“I shall look forward to yer trying,” he said with a grin that made him ridiculously attractive.
Saidh scowled at the man, and then turned her face forward, determined to ignore him.
“Do ye like to dance?” he asked suddenly.
“Nay,” she said succinctly, but wondered why he’d ask such a fool question.
“Do ye sing like a canary?”
“A canary with a broken neck,” she responded.
“Can ye sew a stitch?”
“I sewed me brother up once, but then I was the one who cut him while we were practicing so it seemed only fair,” she informed him with a wolfish smile. The truth was she could sew. She didn’t even mind doing it. Sewing was a soothing activity, a good way to pass the time on a cold winter evening when ye were stuck inside with naught to do.
“Can ye …”
“Me laird,” Saidh interrupted dryly.
“I win,” she announced and urged her mare to a gallop to charge over the drawbridge and through the gate into the bailey first. She heard another burst of laughter from behind her as she steered her mare toward the stables, and found herself smiling at the sound. But then was distracted when the stable master approached her as she reached the stables.
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She’d only taken half a dozen steps, however, when she was suddenly caught about the waist and hauled up into the air. Saidh squawked in surprise, and glanced around with amazement at the MacDonnell. She hadn’t even been aware that he’d changed direction and come after her.
“Allow me to escort the winner to the castle door,” he said smoothly against her ear as he settled her in his lap.
Saidh wanted to roar at him to put her down, but didn’t want to draw attention in the busy bailey so almost swallowed her tongue in her determination to still it. She sat unmoving and silent, very aware that his arm clasped her just below her breasts, the top of it rubbing against the bottom of those sensitive globes with every shift of the horse’s hooves. She was also excruciatingly aware of the heat of his chest against her back, and that she seemed enveloped in the clean, male scent of him. She was slower to realize though, that the hardness against her bottom appeared to be growing larger and harder by the moment.
“Me laird?” she asked sweetly.
“Aye?” he growled by her ear, his lips brushing the tender skin and sending a shiver up her back that just annoyed her.
“I think ye might be enjoying this just a tad too much,” she informed him. “That, or I’m sitting on yer sword.”
He chuckled, his breath brushing her ear again. “Yer just sore that I made ye turn away and ye didn’t get to see me tarse as I came out o’ the water.”
Saidh flushed as she recalled the way she’d gawked at him earlier, but merely shook her head and snapped, “Ye’d like to think so.”
“Oh, I know so,” he assured her and then reined in and lifted her down off of his horse at the base of the stairs. He also let his hand slide along the underside of her breasts under cover of releasing her, and Saidh gasped at the sensations the action sent racing through her. It left her weak kneed and unsteady so that she stumbled as she started up the stairs. Managing to keep her feet beneath her, Saidh hurried up the steps and escaped into the great hall with relief.
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The woman was like a soft sweet kitten, nuzzling him like that, he thought as he started into the water. A kitten with claws was his next thought when the cold water reached her and she came awake with a squawk of dismay and began to fight for her release.
“’Tis a’right,” Greer soothed, continuing forward into the water. “We jest need to—” His words ended on a roar of pain as her nails dug into his neck and shoulder, and he instinctively loosened his hold, not thinking, just eager to escape the pain even if it meant dropping her in the water. But Saidh had no intention of going into the water, in fact that was what she was trying to escape and rather than drop like a stone, she stuck her feet into his leg and groin, dug her claws into his head and neck and tried to climb out of the water using him as the ladder.
Greer wrestled with her briefly, trying to disengage her and then simply threw himself forward so that they both went under. It didn’t exactly have the desired effect, for rather than release him and lunge for the surface, Saidh tried to climb on top of him, pushing him down in the water as she struggled upward. He ended up facedown at the bottom of the lake with her standing on his arse. Greer was about to force himself to his knees and upward, uncaring that it would knock her off and under the water’s surface again, when she was suddenly off his arse and he found himself being tugged upward by a hand tangled in his hair.
“What are ye trying to do? Drown yerself?” she bellowed, yanking his head out of the water.
Greer sputtered out the water he’d swallowed and pulled her hand from his hair as he found his feet and straightened in the chest-deep water. He then turned to glower at the woman. “Nay. Yer the one who was trying to do that.”
“Me?” she squawked with disbelief. “The last thing I remember I was curled up on dry land, and then I was suddenly plunged into ice cold water. I’m no’ the one trying to drown anyone. Ye were.”