Sins of a Highland Devil by Sue-Ellen Welfonder (Highland Warriors #1)
English | 2019 | Romance, Historical | ePUB | 1.6 Mb
Sins of a Highland :A fiery passion… Known throughout the Glen of Many Legends as ‘The Devil,’ James Cameron leads his clan with ruthless determination. He knows no weakness—until a headstrong, flame-haired beauty from a rival clan tempts him to sin.
Forbidden desires unleashed… Catriona MacDonald’s past encounters with James have proved that ladies who play with fire can get scorched. But her brush with this devil leaves her burning to feel his touch once more, even though the fierce warrior is her sworn enemy.
The price of their longing… Divided by centuries of clan feuds, strife, and rivalries, they share a fierce passion for the glen they each claim as their own. When the king orders a battle to the death to determine dominance, banishment threatens and long-held boundaries blur. James and Catriona soon discover there is much pleasure to be found in each other’s embrace. But their love must be paid in blood and the battle facing them could shatter their world.
Please note: Sins of a Highland Devil was originally published in 2011 by Hachette Book Group. This new edition has been re-edited.
“The man’s haughty stance showed that he wasn’t pleased to be here now. And unlike her brother, he’d turned and was looking right at her. His gaze flicked over her and then he lifted one brow, almost imperceptibly.
His opinion of her was palpable.
The insolence in that slightly arced brow, a galling affront.
Annoyance stopped the knocking of her knees and she could feel her blood heating, the hot color sweeping up her neck to scald her cheeks.
The man looked amused.
Catriona was sure she’d seen his lips twitch.
Bristling, she pulled off her mud-splattered cloak and tossed it on a trestle bench. She took some satisfaction in seeing the visitor’s eyes widen and then narrow critically when he saw that the lower half of her gown was as wet and soiled as her mantle. She had, after all, just run across the narrow stone causeway that connected her clan’s isle-girt castle with the loch shore.
She’d raced to beat the tide. But even hurrying as she had, the swift-moving current was faster. She’d been forced to hitch up her skirts and splash through the swirling water, reaching the castle gates just before the causeway slipped beneath the rising sea loch.”