Lord of the Isles: International Billionaires VIII: The Scots (33 page)

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Laird of the Highlands
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L
ion of Caledonia

A caged man looking for escape. A woman in disguise searching for a precious jewel. Two lovers destined to destroy each other or tear apart the bonds of the past.

L
aird
of the Highlands

A virgin geek. A seductive thief. A haunted castle they both demand to own.

L
orne Ross
never loved his family’s castle and lands, but he can’t abide the thought of a scheming gold-digger inheriting. His father might have been fooled, but he won’t be. His aim? To not only seize back what’s his, but punish the woman who stole from him.

Ceri Olwen loves everything to do with Castle Ross. She loves the ancient castle, the Caledonia Forest that surrounds it, and more than anything, she loves the fact that she’s found her place. A place where she can make her dreams come true.

So when a fierce Highlander marches into her life, intent on grabbing everything she loves, Ceri battles with all of her weapons for the win. How could she know that beneath her enemy’s dangerous facade lies a shy, gentle man? A man who quickly finds a way to break down her formidable armor and expose her heart. A heart she had no intention of offering.

Stomping down the cottage's hallway, Ceri came to the bedroom door and frowned at his back. He was setting his screens up on her brother's tiny desk like he meant to be here forever. “This isn’t going to work.”

The only response Lorne Ross gave her was a grunt.

“Why can’t you just return to London?” she cried.

“Reid told me.” He gave her one glance, his curly hair dancing off his shoulders in a splash of fiery brilliance. “Possession is key in this battle. Ye will not be driving me out.”

“Bloody hell.” She wrapped her arms around her again, her hands tightening on her waist in frustration.

He plugged his computer into the wall. Nothing happened. “Bloody damn hell.”

Ceri jumped back as his words blasted into the room.

“Ye.” He straightened, his long, lean body taut with rage.

“Me?” She took another step back.

“Yes, ye.” With one step, he came into her personal space like a wild, willful storm. He smelled of lightning and power, of anger and heat. “Ye did this
to my computer
.”

His shout echoed in her ears, and when she looked into his eyes, she saw she was in trouble. Big trouble.

Jerking away, she made for her bedroom.

“Och. No, ye don’t.” His rawboned fingers grabbed her arm before she’d taken a step, and yanked her into his damp embrace. “Ye owe me.”

The power of him encircled her. Beyond the inflexible grip of his grasp, he came around her like a blistering gale, a Scottish invasion.

Her hands pushed on his hard chest. “Take your hands off me.”

“No.” His grip tightened, bringing her breasts flat to his chest and pressing his solid erection into the crease between her legs.

He was excited. Dangerously excited.

Shock and an immediate answering excitement burst inside her. With a gasp, she realized her robe had loosened below. The rough scrape of denim on the skin of her thighs made her dizzy.

With need.

With angry, frustrated, amazing need.

She glared into his slate-blue gaze that still held a dark rage. “Are you going to rape me, you bastard?”

“No.” His eyes widened. “And I’m not a bastard. My mum was married to my da.”

He was such an odd man. He’d taken her literally, the dumb jerk. “What are you going to do with me then?”

They stood, silence lengthening between them. His arms didn’t grow tighter or loosen. His body still was tense and taut on hers. His erection didn’t soften.

He stared at her, puzzlement softening the rage in his eyes. “Now there’s a question, lass. There’s a question.”

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Heroes & Heroines: Sixteen Master Archetypes,
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Thanks to my developmental editor, Allie Burton, who is truly my conscience and calls me on my idiot imaginings. Thanks to Sue Viders, who always catches when a character has moved across the room, but I haven't mentioned it. And thanks to Tanya Saari, my proofreader, who diligently goes with me into the correct way to spell numerous foreign foods and phrases.

Finally, thanks to my family, who taught me to love books and appreciate a story well-told.

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