Heart of a Highlander
How can she love the man responsible for her husband’s death?
When Frenchwoman Giselle McTavish married a Scotsman, she never expected to be widowed two years later and left to bring up their son alone. Nonetheless, she’s determined the next laird will be raised in Scotland. Even though Highlander Hugh Ferguson—the man she holds responsible for her husband’s drowning—also lives at Craiglocky Keep. Two years pass, and her struggles to overcome loneliness and homesickness are compounded as it becomes more difficult for her to fight the warm feelings Hugh now stirs.
Hugh has loved Giselle almost from the moment he laid eyes on her. But as the wife—then widow—of his dearest friend, she’s forbidden fruit. He refuses to act on his feelings for her, especially since she’s never shown any romantic interest in him. But that changes one providential Valentine’s Day when he risks everything by using Scottish folklore and legend to at last proclaim his love. . .
A short romantic Highland holiday romp, easily read in one sitting.
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“A short prequel novella to the Castle Bride series and it truly sets the mood and grabs hold of you right away.” ★★★★★ ~Uncaged Book Reviews.
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“Very well written with a touch of tenderness!” ★★★★★ ~N .Laverdure
“…a full, thoughtful, touching, sweet story.” ★★★★★ ~K. Westrope
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“A beautiful story of second loves & a wonderful short prelude to Collette Cameron’s Highlander’s Hope in the Castle Bride Series.” ★★★★★ ~D. Foster
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Giselle sent Hugh a swift, unreadable glance before returning her attention to her son.
Her hood slipped backward and exposed her features.
Extraordinary turquoise eyes, framed by lashes so thick, he wondered how she raised her eyelids, twinkled with affection. Her high cheeks and full lips, glowing from the cold, contrasted with her creamy skin. The wind ruffled the silky, chestnut curls framing her oval face.
Bending forward a handsbreadth, Hugh reached behind her and lifted the hood over her head. Her perfume, something light and floral with just a hint of spiciness, wafted to his nostrils. He bent another inch and inhaled.
He’d never tire of her scent.
Tugging the hood lower to protect her face, his hand brushed her velvety cheek.
She gasped, and her gaze flew to mesh with his.
His groin tightened.
A blush swept up the fine lines of her cheeks, and her pink tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip before she bit it and averted her gaze.
Hugh cocked his head and considered her.
Eyes downcast and her breathing shallow, she fidgeted with her plaid, running her forefinger along the frog closure at her throat.
A slow grin edged his lips upward at the corners.
Aye, the kind of apprehension a woman displays when she’s interested in a man and is unsure her feelings are reciprocated.