Taming a Wild
Scot
by Rowan Keats
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Genre: Historical Romance
Elements/Tags: Medieval, Scottish, Highlander
Publisher: Signet Eclipse
Publishing Date: November 5, 2013
Series: Claimed by the Highlander #1
Format: Print, e-Book
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Wrongfully accused of murder and left to die in a hellish
Highland dungeon, Ana Bisset has lost all hope of freedom. But the beautiful
healer’s luck takes an unexpected turn when a hooded stranger appears as her
rescuer. After a harrowing escape, Ana settles alone in a quiet village where
no one knows her past or her reputation. The last thing she ever expects is
to meet her mysterious savior again...
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Meet Author Rowan
Keats:
Rowan Keats pens historical
adventures about hot Highland heroes and the women they claim. The first book
in her Claimed by the Highlander series, TAMING A WILD SCOT, hits store shelves
on November 5, 2013. Rowan's debut garnered a 4 1/2 star review from RT Book
Reviews, which also named her "a rising star of medieval romance".
When not writing, Rowan can
frequently be found in a dark movie theater indulging in a large bag of
popcorn, or watching the sunrise with a mug of steaming coffee wrapped in her
hands. She lives in Central Canada with a goofy black lab, a very talkative
cat, and a daughter whose own creative talents awe and inspire her every day.
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Excerpt from Taming a Wild Scot
Niall
woke to the sound of a barely discernible whimper.
It
was still dark in the hut, and his right arm felt as if a thousand pins were
poking his flesh. Ana lay in his arms, her sweet form fitted perfectly to his,
but her sleep was not restful. A shudder rocked her body, and she murmured
something unintelligible. Something that sounded like a protest.
He
frowned.
Was
she reliving the night he’d abandoned her in the forest? The night she’d been
chased by a Lochurkie guard and injured her head? That scar would forever serve
as a reminder of how he’d failed her.
“Nay,”
Ana murmured, jerking.
He
gathered her closer, ignoring the uncomfortable heaviness of his arm and the
voice in his head that called her enemy.
“Hush, lass. You’re safe. The wretch is long gone.”
She
collapsed against his chest with a sigh, and Niall felt a moment’s
satisfaction. But then she gripped his forearm, her nails digging deeply, and
she cried quite distinctly, “Mother! Oh, gods, nay! Nay!”
The
last word extended into a low keen of despair and Niall felt her pain vibrate
though his body. Unfamiliar with the ways of comforting a woman, he simply
continued to hold her tight, all the while gently rubbing her back and kissing
the top of her head.
Eventually,
the nightmare faded. The stiffness left her limbs and her breathing evened.
Niall
held her until he was certain she had regained a peaceful slumber, and then he
eased from her side and rolled off the bed. Hellfire.
He’d known it would be a mistake to touch her, but he hadn’t guessed just how
serious it would be. Holding her in his arms had felt unbelievably right, like a gaping hole in his gut had been
filled.
Flexing
his hand to revive it, he studied the woman on the mattress, trying with all
his might to harden his heart. She was not the
bonnie, courageous lass he insisted on seeing. Everything pointed to her
involvement in the devastation of his clan—her presence in Duthes, her
knowledge of poisons, her survival against unbelievable odds—so why did he
continue to desire her with all the fury of a Highland tempest?
It
made no sense.
He
was generally impervious to the wiles of women.
But
from the moment he first laid eyes on her, something about Ana had stirred him.
Rescuing her had not been his intent, but once he looked down upon her
beautiful, bone-thin face, he’d been unable to turn away. And afterward, as
they ran for the forest, her quiet determination to press on in spite of pain
and weariness and trembling illness had impressed him no end. He knew big,
strapping men who would have dropped under such conditions.
He
turned away.
Damn, he was doing it again.
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