THE HIGHLAND DUKE
Lords of the Highlands, #1
Amy Jarecki
Forever
March 28, 2017
Indie author Amy Jarecki makes her print
debut with a brand-new series about rugged Highland lords.
She'll put her life on the line for him . . .
When Akira Ayres finds the brawny Scot with a
musket ball in his thigh, the healer has no qualms about doing whatever it
takes to save his life. Even if it means fleeing with him across the Highlands
to tend to his wounds while English redcoats are closing in. Though Akira is as
fierce and brave as any of her clansmen, even she's intimidated by the
fearsome, brutally handsome Highlander who refuses to reveal his name.
Yet she can never learn his true identity.
Geordie knows if Akira ever discovers he's the Duke of Gordon, both her life and his will be forfeit in a heartbeat. The only way to keep the lass safe is to ensure she's by his side day and night. But the longer he's with her, the harder it becomes to think of letting her go. Despite all their differences, despite the danger-he will face death itself to make her his . . .
Curled under Geordie’s arm, Akira finally stopped shivering. All
around them rain splashed. Everything was soaked and their little alcove
smelled of horse—not a horrid smell, but not one she’d choose for her boudoir,
either. If she had a boudoir.
She chose to ignore the voice in the back of her head telling her
it wasn’t proper to allow a strange man to put his arm around her shoulders and
offer her warmth. But there was something in the way Geordie looked at her that
made her feel all warm inside and, moreover, protected. Aye, he’d been in a great
deal of pain—was still in great pain—but since he roused from his last bout of
unconsciousness, he’d behaved admirably. He’d brought the horse under control,
figured out where they were, and formed a plan to take them to someone he could
trust to provide her with an escort home.
With darkness, the air grew colder. Clutching her fists under her
chin, Akira curled into Geordie’s heat. He smoothed his palm along her outer
arm, his touch soothing.
When he turned his lips toward her, his warm breath skimmed across
her forehead. “Try to sleep.” The gentle burr of his voice imparted all the
more comfort.
But she couldn’t get too comfortable; she must to do her duty. He
was still her patient. “I’m the healer. I should be telling you to do the
same.”
His hazel gaze drifted to her mouth, and he grinned.
“Very well.” He pulled his
arm away, but not before running his fingers across her back. Blessed tingles
spread over her skin as if she’d been caressed by feathers. Oh, heaven help
her, his touch was unbelievably sublime. If only she could ask him to run his
fingers back and forth again—just one more time.
She reached for the hem of his kilt, then quickly snapped her
fingers away. What had she been thinking? True, she’d applied the salve before,
but that was when he was mostly unconscious and definitely before he’d put his
arm around her shoulder and smiled at her like a…like a…brawny Highlander.
“Have you gone shy, lass?” he asked with a hint of humor in his
deep brogue.
Review is definitely coming later today or early tomorrow. I'm half through the story and I'm liking it. When I saw that Amy was coming out with a new series with Forever, I was like I need to read. I liked her Regency stories, but when you toss in Scottish Duke and kilt it was a no brainer, must read. Seriously, the story is pretty good. We have a Scottish Duke and a lass. Anyway, more to come.
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THE LORDS OF THE HIGHLANDS SERIES
THE HIGHLAND DUKE, #1
THE HIGHLAND COMMANDER, #2
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