Highland Warriors, sworn to protect innocence through the ages...
Ian Maclean’s arrogance hides a terrible secret—for decades he was held prisoner by demons. Not a day goes by that he isn’t tormented by his darkest fears of powerlessness. Now he is about to sell to the highest bidder a page he’s stolen from the Book of Power—if one women doesn’t stop him.
Slayer Samantha Rose’s latest mission is to recover the stolen page—and get payback from the only man who’s ever rejected her. What she hasn’t counted on is the raging attraction between them—or her growing realization of what Maclean has survived. As the powers of the evil from his past gather, Sam will do anything to help him—even if it means following him into time and facing his worst nightmares with him...
And the moment their gazes locked, Sam realized he wasn’t surprised to see her. And in the next second, she saw that he wasn’t blinded by lust. And as she stared at him and as he stared back at her, the lucidity in his eyes faded. Gray gleamed. It turned silver, sizzling. He began to smile, as if he had a secret he really liked.
Sam’s heart turned over, hard.
“Ye took yer time,” he murmured, stepping away from his gasping lover.
Sam was trying to comprehend the fact that he hadn’t been surprised to see her—just like at Loch Awe, he’d been expecting her. But her every coherent thought vanished as he reached for his gaping trousers, because her gaze veered to his hands.
Her thundering heart slammed. She forgot to breathe. His massive erection sported a glinting silver earring.
He slowly grinned, somehow jerking the zipper entirely up.
He wore a silver ring there.
She’d seen body piercings, of course she had. Just not there—and not like that.
“Something got yer tongue?” he mocked softly.
She choked and her mind came to life. “Having fun? Because I hate to be the one to ruin your private party.” But she wanted to wipe the perspiration from her cleavage and brow.
“Ye love being the one.” His gaze followed her fingers as she wiped the moisture away. “Hot? Surely ye’ve seen a cock ring before.”
Sam felt her fake smile vanish. “That was some welcome, Maclean. Too bad I’m not into voyeurism.” She tried to be flippant, wet her lips. “Nice earring.” She shrugged, her heart slamming.
His brows lifted as he sauntered toward her. “Admit it. I make ye hot, Sam an’ ye loved watching.”
