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The Highlander's Dangerous Temptation
Terri Brisbin
Cursed by past tragedies, notorious highlander Laird Athdar MacCallum has devoted himself to leading his people – and has vowed never to marry again.Until he is utterly disarmed by the innocent beauty in the eyes of Isobel Ruriksdottir… Isobel is drawn to the vulnerability she senses behind the fearsome façade of the clan-chief. But with his formidable reputation, he is strictly forbidden.Being together can only lead them into danger, yet the temptation to risk all for their perilous passion is impossible to ignore.
He had crossed a line with her.
A very desirable and pleasing line, but one that an honourable man did not cross with an innocent unless there was an understanding between them.
When he attempted to step back she resisted, tightening her grasp on his shirt and leaning against him. She let him go but watched him with wide, intent eyes. Uncertain of what to say, he waited for her, expecting she would be overwhelmed by the power of the passion between them. When she did not speak, he finally found words.
‘Do you regret this?’ he asked softly as he leaned over and picked her shawl up from the floor.
‘Regret?’ She shook her head. ‘I regret only that you stopped.’
The Highlander’s Dangerous Temptation
Terri Brisbin
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
TERRI BRISBIN is wife to one, mother of three, and dental hygienist to hundreds when not living the life of a glamorous romance author. She was born, raised, and is still living in the southern New Jersey suburbs. Terri’s love of history led her to write time-travel romances and historical romances set in Scotland and England.
Readers are invited to visit her website for more information at www.terribrisbin.com, or to contact her at PO Box 41, Berlin, NJ 08009-0041, USA.
Previous novels by the same author:
THE DUMONT BRIDE
LOVE AT FIRST STEP
(short story in The Christmas Visit) THE NORMAN’S BRIDE THE COUNTESS BRIDE THE EARL’S SECRET TAMING THE HIGHLANDER SURRENDER TO THE HIGHLANDER POSSESSED BY THE HIGHLANDER BLAME IT ON THE MISTLETOE (short story in One Candlelit Christmas) THE MAID OF LORNE THE CONQUEROR’S LADY* THE MERCENARY’S BRIDE* HIS ENEMY’S DAUGHTER* THE HIGHLANDER’S STOLEN TOUCH† AT THE HIGHLANDER’S MERCY†
And in Mills & Boon
Historical Undone! eBooks:
A NIGHT FOR HER PLEASURE*
TAMING THE HIGHLAND ROGUE
And in M&B:
WHAT THE DUCHESS WANTS
(part of Royal Weddings Through the Ages)
*The Knights of Brittany†The MacLerie Clan
Did you know that some of these novels are also available as eBooks? Visit www.millsandboon.co.uk
To all of my readers
You make me stay up nights, struggling to capture the words and images swirling inside my brain and to forge them into a story that’s worth reading! You make me want to write the next word, the next chapter, the next book, even when it makes more sense to give it all up and hit ‘DELETE’. Your notes, mail, e-mails, FB posts encourage me all along the way and especially during those long, intense, deadline binges o’writing.
All I can say is THANK YOU.
Contents
Prologue (#ub5a39d4f-e88b-5ec8-b8d6-2338840f048f)
Chapter One (#u54663056-682b-5bfd-948e-be300822581d)
Chapter Two (#u99142721-95a3-55e9-9b69-53362d6e8e65)
Chapter Three (#ub2308346-9b73-5011-bc3e-dfab49739036)
Chapter Four (#u57021986-d17a-596e-9b4d-c4ca6092403d)
Chapter Five (#u8c973cd6-69d2-5d92-92b7-26ecae9cbf46)
Chapter Six (#u3c704b86-b1ac-5a97-960c-a91554ae5f84)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nineteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-One (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Two (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
Author Note (#litres_trial_promo)
Prologue
‘Come with me!’ Athdar called out like the commander of his father’s warriors would. With his wooden sword brandished high in the air, he pointed deeper into the forest and nodded. ‘Our enemies have taken to the woods!’
Athdar led his friends, two his cousins and two the sons of a villager, all almost the same age as him, through the thick growth of trees and bushes. Following the rough path along the river, he sought any sign of movement deep in the shadows.
There! Something moved and he called out orders once more. Deer or some other wild animal—it mattered not to him what the target—scampered ahead of them as the sun’s light flickered through the leaves and branches above them. Laughing, they followed the sounds ahead of them as the creature outraced them. After some time and distance, the sound of the river quieted, telling Athdar that their path had changed. Glancing around, he realised that nothing looked familiar to him. Athdar paused for a moment and then raced off, calling for the others to follow him. Without warning, he reached a small clearing bordered by a gully, a remnant of the river’s previous path, that blocked their way.
He was tall enough, strong enough, a good runner and jumper, to make it across so he speeded up and crossed the pit with little effort. Skidding to a stop on the other side, he landed in a pile of leaves and quickly stood up.
‘Come now!’ he called out. ‘It is not wide enough to stop us.’
As the chief’s son, Athdar was used to being in charge and making the decisions for his ragtag collection of friends and followers. He waved them on now, waiting for them to obey.
‘Are you afraid to jump?’ he asked, challenging them to the edge. ‘Get a running start and you will make it.’ He saw the uncertainty on their faces and would not allow that to ruin their adventure.
‘Cowards!’ he shouted at them. ‘Only cowards would disobey their chief.’ The words burned his mouth as he said them, but he knew his friends only needed some encouragement to do as he did and cross the gully.
Athdar watched as they nudged each other, nodding and backing up to get a good running start to their jump. Smiling, he crossed his arms over his chest the way his father often did and waited for them to reach his side. One and then another soared into the air above the deep gash in the ground....
Their cries turned to screams as they plummeted down into the dark crevasse below them. Athdar watched in horror as the screams faded into a deathly silence. Only the sound of his breathing broke that stillness as he crept over to the side and peered down.
The bottom lay about twenty feet below him and his friends lay strewn across the small floor of the gully. Even his seven-year-old mind understood some were dead and the others badly injured. Arms and legs and heads twisted to impossible angles foretold of much sorrow.
He was the cause of this! Searching through his sack, he looked for the rope he always carried and could not find it. More soil loosened as he crept to the edge once more and poured down on his friends. A faint cough told him that someone yet lived. Shaking, he called out names until Robbie groaned back.
‘Robbie! I am coming down!’ he said, easing his legs over the side and planning to slide the rest of the way down to his friends.
This was his fault. His fault. He must help them.
‘Stay,’ Robbie moaned out. ‘Ye’ll be of no help if you get trapped here.’
Athdar paused, grabbing on to the exposed roots of a tree to keep from sliding down into the pit. ’Twas true. Without the means to pull his friends up, he was of no help. The winds rustling through the trees reminded him of the time passing. Soon it would be dark and new dangers would arise.
‘I will go for help,’ he called out in a loud voice. When no sound answered, he called out again, ‘Robbie! I will go for help!’
Gathering up his sack, Athdar glanced around, trying to get his bearings. They’d run through the forest from east to west. Or had they? Now, it all looked the same and he took deep breaths, trying to keep the panic at bay.
He had to find his way back home. He had to get help. He had to...
Athdar ran, ducking through the low branches, seeking the edge of the river.
* * *
It took him hours to find it and then he could not tell which direction was home. Every time he grew too afraid or too tired, he thought about his friends at the bottom of the gully and ran on. Night fell while he searched for home and he collapsed at some point, sleeping a few hours before waking and continuing on.
* * *
Daybreak found him no closer to finding home or help and he gave in to the terror and the guilt and cried for his friends.
And that’s when his father and uncle came charging through the forest on their horses. In a matter of hours, Athdar had managed to lead them back to the place where his friends lay injured and then he watched as the men in his clan rescued Robbie and the others from the ground below.
It was terrible. His heart hurt as each one was carried out. Only one moved and the silence as the boys were examined tore him apart. Soon, the completely desolate group made their way back to the keep.
Though the parents mostly whispered about the terrible accident, Athdar knew the truth—this was his doing. He had killed his friends just as much as if he’d pushed them from a cliff. For he had pushed them—with words, with insults—using their pride to edge them to the end and fling them into the darkness of the earthen pit. And when he could have saved them, he’d stumbled in the forest, losing his way and wasting precious hours that could have meant saving their lives.
And, even if no one pointed an accusing finger at him, he saw the sidelong glances and questioning stares as three of his friends were buried. He heard the whispered doubts about his part in it and wanted to scream out his guilt. But his father and mother tried to convince him it was not his fault and it had not happened the way he said it had. It was a terrible accident to be put behind him. A horrible event which would fade in time.
* * *
And it did. No one ever mentioned it—his father, the laird, forbade it. No one mentioned the children who had died or their parents who had moved away or the injuries to the other one who had survived. No one asked too many questions and Athdar was told relentlessly he must push it all away. In time, all thoughts and memories of it and those friends faded, until, within a few years, it was a muted, empty part of his past.
A part he no longer remembered.
But someone remembered.
Someone mourned their loss and sought solace in the madness brought by the sheer anguish and pain of it.
And that someone decided to seek justice against the one responsible, even if he did not remember.
Someone remembered.
Chapter One
Lairig Dubh, Scotland—AD 1375
‘Look! Look! There he is.’
The excited whisper drew Isobel’s attention. Her friend Cora rarely took notice of the opposite sex, so this was something different, something special. She turned to see who her friend was watching.
Athdar MacCallum, brother of the laird’s wife Jocelyn, strode through the yard, heading for the keep. From the decisive way he walked, looking neither right nor left, he had business with the laird and would not be slowed from his task. Still, he was a fine-looking man to gaze upon.
‘He is leaving to return home,’ she said. At Cora’s questioning frown, she nodded. ‘My father mentioned it this morn.’
‘Will he be here for the evening meal, do you think?’ Cora asked, watching her closely for her reply.
