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THIRTY NIGHTS WITH A HIGHLAND HUSBAND

HIGHLAND GUARDIAN

SOUL OF A HIGHLANDER

A HIGHLANDER OF HER OWN

A HIGHLANDER'S DESTINY

A HIGHLANDER'S HOMECOMING

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He ignored her surprise as he covered her mouth with his....

Drew breathed Leah in, conscious only of the feel of her in his embrace.

Leah's mouth opened and, as if with a mind of its own, his tongue dipped inside, robbing him for an instant of any knowledge of where he was or why he did this. All he knew was that he was lost in the intoxicating richness of her mouth.

He barely noticed when her hands fluttered up to his arms. Barely noticed the sparkle of colors dancing across his closed eyelids or the sensation of movement rippling through his biceps.

He knew only that it seemed she had melted into his arms, their connection so intense he felt as if they might merge into one person at any moment.

 

MELISSA MAYHUE

"An author with a magical touch for romance." —New York Times bestselling author Janet Chapman

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PROLOGUE

MacQuarrie Keep,

The Highlands of Scotland

1293

 

As the last emerald sparkles flickered away into the night, Leah Noble huddled close to the floor, her eyes clenched shut. Stomach churning in fear, she prayed to any and all gods who might hear her to grant that the magic would pass her by. "Are you unharmed, lass?"

Leah jumped, startled as much by the unexpected sound of Margery MacQuarrie's voice as by the woman's gentle touch to her shoulder. She tried to nod her answer, but the terror wracked her entire body with violent tremors. Even her voice refused to cooperate when she opened her mouth, a series of pathetic whimpers all that she could manage.

"Oh, my poor lassie," Margery whispered, gathering Leah into her arms, stroking her hair and down her back as if she tended a small child in need of consoling.

It was this overwhelming kindness, following so closely on the heels of a day that had drained her both emotionally and physically, that prompted her complete undoing. Long beyond her control now, her whimpers turned to great heaving sobs as she gave herself over to the older woman's gentle ministrations.

"Och, sweetling, no," Margery cooed. "It breaks my heart to see you weep so for yer loss. Truly, lass, Robbie's leaving is no yer final connection to yer own time and yer own people. He left instructions on how yer to find the MacKiernans of Dun Ard should you ever be in need or want to try to get home again."

A crazed desire to laugh bubbled just below the surface of Leah's panic. Margery had it all so very wrong.

"No!" Leah managed to sputter out at last, fighting to gain control over her bizarre emotions. "I don't want anything to do with whatever Robbie left." She gasped for air in an attempt to stop the sobs that still jerked the breath from her. "I'm not crying because he went back to the future without me."

Margery pulled away from her, lifting one hand to brush damp strands of hair from Leah's cheeks. The older woman's face wrinkled in obvious distress. "Why, then?"

How could she possibly explain her hideous terror and the guilt that gnawed at her heart even now?

After the horrors she'd endured over the last few months, Leah had felt all hope for a normal life was lost to her. Kidnapped by the evil Nuadian Fae, abused, her blood taken daily to build their powers, she'd been demoralized by all she'd suffered. Their plans to use her to breed other half-blood Fae descendants who would in turn be abused as she had been terrified her. But when those same Fae had vowed to track her to the ends of the earth, had sworn she would never escape their control, well, that had been the last straw for her. Added to the unbearable pain she endured every time she tapped into her own Faerie powers of healing, she'd felt as if her sanity were hanging by a frayed thread.

At her darkest moment, when she'd thought her future was lost, her sister's new family had offered her a glimmer of hope. Robert had brought her here, seven hundred years into the past, depositing her in the care of his parents. Without even a hint of a Faerie in sight, Leah had felt safe and secure for the first time in what seemed like forever. It was as if, at long last, she'd found a place to call home.

And then, just as she'd thought herself free to relax, Faerie magic had reared its ugly head once more.

When that emerald sphere of magic had engulfed Robert and the woman he loved, Leah had felt as if her heart were about to burst out of her body. She'd felt the magic's pull, as if it sought to drag her along with the other two. The hair on her arms had risen and her clothing had stood out from her body as if she were being sucked into the magic to return to her own time along with them. The dragging, pulling suction had ceased only when the child, Jamie, had jumped into the circle and the three of them poofed into the future in a shower of magnificent colored sparkles.

How did she admit all that to the woman who had taken her in and even now worried over her?

She owed Margery MacQuarrie honesty even if it was the honesty of a coward. With a quivering breath,

Leah wiped her eyes and tried to own up to her failings.

"Not because they left me behind, Grandma Mac, but because I was terrified the magic would take me along with them. Right back to ... to all the things I'd thought I'd escaped. And when that poor little boy—" Her voice cracked with another sob as she acknowledged the monster her cowardice had made of her. "When the magic took Jamie instead, I was grateful, as awful as that makes me, grateful it was him and not me."

Leah allowed Margery to enfold her in her comforting embrace, once more giving herself over to the tears that had taken so long to find their release.

"My poor, gentle-hearted lassie," Margery murmured as she rocked back and forth. "You've no a need to take the lad's going onto yerself. While it may be that Jamie took yer place, you must see that he belonged with Robbie and Isabella. Just as you belong here with us."

"Do you really think so?" Leah pulled back from the older woman, searching her face for any sign that Margery simply patronized her with platitudes.

Nothing but sincerity shone in the older woman's eyes. "I do, lass. The magic of the Fae works in its own mysterious way. And though I ken you believe you've no use for that part of yerself," she held up a hand to quiet the protest Leah was about to make, "it is there, nonetheless. Just know, until the day comes you want to embrace it, we'll no ever speak to it again, if that's what you want."

Leah nodded slowly, overcome with gratitude for this caring woman who'd taken her in and treated her as if she really were her own flesh and blood. "It is. I only want to be normal."

"Well then." Margery smiled and rose to her feet, patting down her skirt as she did. "You've naught to worry over. After all, yer Leah MacQuarrie, daughter of Robert, granddaughter to Hugh and Margery. You can hardly be more normal than that, now can you?"

Leah rose hesitantly to stand, mindful of the raw burns covering half her body, the result of her having used her Faerie powers one last time to heal Jamie. The same boy who'd then gone to the future to take her place. The pain would be gone in a few days and her body would return to the way it had been. Perhaps it wasn't such a bad trade for either of them.

Jamie, with his freshly healed body, would have all the advantages the twenty-first century had to offer, plus the love Robert and Isabella obviously felt for him.

She, after a few days to recuperate, would have the rest of her life to live out as a normal person, in the safety of this time and place, without ever having to Couch the Faerie magic
again
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ONE

MacQuarrie Keep,

The Highlands of Scotland

Spring, 1305

 

That man was a perfect example of a Richard that the nickname Dick had been invented for, if ever she had met one. Richard MacQuarrie was a dick of mammoth proportions.

Or maybe an ass. Or whatever other appropriately hateful names Leah MacQuarrie could drag up out of her past vocabulary to apply to the man who was turning her nice, quiet life upside down. Too bad no one else here would get the humor of her nickname for her supposed uncle.

"Thank God that jerk's not really related to me by blood," she muttered as she stomped down the hallway.

"Hush!" Margery MacQuarrie hissed as she overtook Leah, a warning hand reaching out to grasp the younger woman's arm. "Yer no to say such out loud. No ever, do you ken? As far as any need know, Richard is yer .uncle. And dinna you be taking the Lord's name in vain,- either, missy."

"Sorry, Grandma Mac." Leah almost smiled, in spite of the current predicament she found herself facing.

She could count on Margery to retain a cool head on her shoulders, always the one to think first and act later. Leah had tried her best to pattern herself after this amazing woman since the day Robert MacQuarrie had brought her here to keep her safe, claiming her as his own daughter. His parents, Margery and Hugh, had accepted her into their home as a part of their family, even though they knew the sixteen-year-old their son had dropped in their laps wasn't really Robert's daughter. Not even learning of her true heritage had deterred their acceptance of her.

For that she loved them as much as if they were her own flesh-and-blood family.

She reached out now, patting the thin, veined hand resting on her arm, feeling her heart clinch as she looked into the older woman's sad eyes. It had to hurt like hell to realize your firstborn was such a waste of skin.

"Don't you worry. We'll think of something." Leah gave the hand a quick squeeze. "I know we will."

Tears pooled in the older woman's eyes, but then, just as quickly as they'd appeared, they were gone. Margery was not a woman to wallow in the hardships life threw in her path.

"We will at that. For now, we'll take our daily tea in my solar, child. Perhaps if we put our heads together, we can come up with a way around all this unpleasantness."

Leah nodded, falling into step behind her grand-mother down the hall and up the stairs to Margery's sitting room.

Of course the tea they'd have was no more "tea" than Leah was a "child." It was instead a brew of herbs that Leah had christened "tea" years ago. Real tea wouldn't show up in Scotland for ... Leah had no idea how many years it would be, but she was sure she'd be long dead before the caffeine-rich leaves she remembered wistfully from her youth made an appearance.

Though it wasn't always easy living in a time seven hundred years before she had been born, it beat the heck out of what Leah had left behind.

Or it had until three days ago when the MacQuarries' older son, Richard, had shown up out of the blue.

Dick, as Leah decided to christen him, had disowned his family years ago after marrying the woman his younger brother, Robert, had fancied himself in love with. Dick had completely abandoned everything from his past, even taking his wife's family name for his own, no doubt to curry favor with her father, some high-placed lord in King Edward's court.

Now he was back, claiming his rights as eldest son as if he'd never run off and deserted his heritage. Worse yet, he announced on arrival that he also claimed MacQuarrie Keep in the name of his king, Edward. As if he were some born-and-bred Englishman with not a spot of Scots blood running in his veins!

Before she'd come to this time, Leah had known of the troubles between Scotland and England. She'd read of them in history class. She'd even seen the Hollywood version at the movies.

But nothing, nothing, could ever prepare her for the reality of it. Only living it, day after day for all these years, allowed her to understand what feelings the conflict engendered.

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