A Highlander for Christmas (Draycott Abbey Paranormal Romance Book 7)
Christina Skye
Language: English
Pages: 396
ISBN: B0121UI706
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
A RUGGED HIGHLAND HERO MEETS HIS MATCH
One Strong Woman
When American jewelry expert Maggie Kincade arrives at Draycott Abbey, she is shocked to find that the abbey's weathered stone walls feel familiar. Somehow the hauntingly beautiful English manor soothes her troubled soul until the moment that her peace is shattered by the arrival of the tall Scotsman sent to protect her. From the start, Maggie bristles under Jared's scrutiny, stunned that the slightest brush of his hand stirs odd dreams and strange memories of a troubled Scottish past....
Rugged Scotsman Jared MacNeil accepts his mission to the hauntingly beautiful abbey under protest, determined that this will be his last assignment. An unbreakable curse haunts all MacNeil men, and Jared has seen the cold details of his own death. Yet Jared is enchanted by the stubborn American jeweler assigned to his care, and beneath Maggie's bravado he senses a woman desperately in need of help. Despite his vow of duty, Maggie haunts him, and their very first kiss flashes out of control, stirring dangerous emotions... that almost feel like memories.
When an old enemy stalks Maggie to the high hills of Scotland, Jared must call in strong ghostly protectors. Now he will move heaven and earth to keep Maggie safe, even if the curse of his Highland visions warns that he will be too late.
Originally published by Avon Books under the title THE PERFECT GIFT.
else entirely. “This is because of your father. Because of the rumors and the scandal.” Her hands tightened. “What’s happened here made me see all the loose threads. It’s not over, Jared. There will be more police questions. More reporters and more frenzy. I can’t put you through that after—” He moved in a blur of speed before she could say another bleak word. Ignoring the burn at his thigh, he gripped her hand and pulled her down onto his lap. “Did it ever strike you, woman, that normal is the
and the dark hair that had brushed against broad shoulders. He’d had gentle hands. Old eyes. Maggie didn’t want to remember. She didn’t want to feel this coiling heat or gnawing curiosity. She definitely didn’t want to owe a stranger for any favors, no matter how much she had needed his help. Lamplight struck the golden coronet. And what if she had won? How would she feel to see her designs in platinum and gold resting among heirloom hallmarked silver and historic gems in cases that bore the
“Do you honestly believe that I would harm you?” A muscle clenched and unclenched at his jaw. “I’m not sure what I believe. All I know is that there’s blood on my hands and welts on my feet and I have no idea how they got there.” “You walked in your sleep last night.” Maggie simply stared at him. “That’s impossible.” “Unusual, not impossible. And I know it happened because I followed you.” Maggie’s throat was dry and achy, and pressure was building behind her eyelids. I don’t believe you.”
set the bomb that took Daphne’s life,” Jared snapped. “I didn’t oversee the final dismantling either.” “But you gave the assessment. You set the m.o.” Cox’s finger stabbed into the air. “And you killed her, MacNeill.” “Stop thinking with your hormones and read the files. The evidence backs me up.” “I don’t give a bloody damn about files or evidence. We both know how easily papers can be changed.” Maggie inched into the shadows, understanding enough to see that two men had been betrayed by a
taken him in the stillness of midnight. The feelings she had taught him as they’d tumbled over those crisp white sheets. Every image had his body hardening. The desire snapped and growled through him like a wild beast. Somehow Jared caged it, savoring her stillness and the gentle colors of her mind beneath his fingers. She was dreaming of silver and hammered platinum. Bezel-set citrines and Siberian diamonds. He sensed the perfection of form before her, always beckoning, always eluding. His