Highland Wolf
by Hannah Howell[ Romance ]
Bestselling Author Hannah Howell returns to the breathtaking Scottish Highlands with the unforgettable Murray clan and the stunning Annora MacKay who cannot resist the desire an alluring stranger offers... Annora MacKay senses a disturbing evil in Dunncraig Keep, the estate acquired by her cousin, a cruel and ruthless man. Only her affection for the tiny girl he claims is his daughter stops her from fleeing. Then a mysterious woodcarver arrives at the castle, and she cannot stop thinking--or longing--for him... James Drummond, once a laird now an outcast, wants what was stolen from him--his good name, his lands, and his child. His disguise for getting into Dunncraig is step one of his plan, but the enticing raven-haired woman who cares for his daughter is an unwelcome surprise. For he has come seeking justice, not love...
HIGHLAND WOLF
Before Annora could say a word, she was on the bed with James moving over her. When he settled his weight on top of her, she felt her whole body welcome him with a shameless abandon.
Annora pressed her hands against James' chest and her good sense took yet another serious battering. His skin was so smooth and warm. The feel of his taut muscle beneath that fine skin made her feel dizzy with passion. She ached to touch him all over, to stroke him from head to foot. Annora caught herself tracing a ragged scar that ran from just above his breastbone and over his left shoulder and realized that she was losing her battle with her own desires again. She had never thought it would be so hard to do as she ought to and not as she so badly wanted to.
"Rolf," she began and then blushed. "Nay. 'Tis James, isnae it. 'Tis only now that I e'en ken what your real name is."
James brushed a kiss over her mouth. He could almost feel her conflicting emotions in the way she would tense and then soften. It had been so long since he had enjoyed the soft heat of a woman.
"I have wished to hear my true name upon your lips from the verra moment we met," he said softly.
"We really shouldnae do this," she whispered in an unsteady voice, "I shouldnae do this."
"Aye, ye should..." he whispered as he began to unlace her gown....
