Even feuding clans can't keep their passions at bay.
How To Lose a Highlander
The MacGregor Lairds #1
Michelle McLean
Releasing May 15th, 2017
Entangled Scandalous
Forced into
marriage by their king in order to stop years of inter-clan feuding, Sorcha
Campbell and Malcolm MacGregor are each determined to drive the other away.
Malcolm
knows he can never trust his new shrewish wife, despite the fact that
everything he observes seems to prove that she’s not only trustworthy, but
utterly perfect for him.
Sorcha
knows she can never let her guard down around the man she believes betrayed her
father, yet the longer she’s with him, the more she discovers he is nothing
like she was led to believe.
They’ll
have to fight their way through past prejudices and their own determination to
destroy their union in order to gain their perfect HEA in this Taming of the Shrew meets How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days tale.
“Hmm, and in the meantime,
ye’ve been sleeping in my bed.”
He’d backed her up against
one of the four posters of the bed and she bumped against it with a little
squeak. Instead of pushing him away, though, she raised her impertinent little
nose in the air.
“Yes. But now that you are
home I shall make other arrangements. I’m certain a pallet on the floor
somewhere will suffice.”
“Och, no. We canna have
the lady of the castle sleeping on a lowly pallet. There is more than enough
room for us both in my bed.”
She smiled up at him. Her
sweet smile momentarily caught him off guard. Her gaze dropped to his lips and
lingered before slowly traveling back to meet his own and the heat in those
eyes hit him like a fist to the chest.
“Oh, I have no intention
of sleeping on a pallet, my lord.”
She rose up on tip toe and
trailed one finger along his jaw line.
“Nay?”
Sorcha shook her head and
bit her lip and most of the blood in his body rushed south. She looked up at
him through a thick fringe of lashes, her sparkling blue eyes staring deep into
his. A quick, gasping breath had her breasts straining against the laces of her
dress. She placed her hands on his chest…and pushed him as hard as she could,
her foot lashing out to connect sharply with his leg. He stumbled backward and
she escaped, storming toward the door.
“The pallet is for you!”
she called over her shoulder. “I’ll send up some water. I have no desire to
share a bedchamber with a man who reeks of horse and sweat.”
Malcolm hopped back until
he collided with the bed and sat down heavily. The door to the outer chamber
slammed and he started laughing. Finally, he lay back and flung his arm over
his face.
“What am I going to do wi’
that woman?” he said.
When Michelle's not editing, reading or chasing her kids around, she can usually be found in a quiet corner working on her next book. She resides in PA with her husband and two children, an insanely hyper dog, and three very spoiled cats.
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