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Haunted Laird
Book four in the Cursed MacKinnons series.
Lynn’s ghost-hunting trip in Scotland takes an unpleasant turn when she’s kidnapped from her camp by a group of men rambling about curses and a brotherhood. In a daring escape, Lynn falls over a cliff and awakens in a cave being guarded by a ghost, who insists she’s the key to freeing a man who has been cast in stone by an evil curse. And what a man he is…
Padon has been imprisoned for over two centuries, frozen in stone. He is awoken when a sexy siren recites the anti-curse, but he is only partially free. Stone by day, man by night. Passion ignites between him and his savior immediately, which makes falling to the curse each morning that much harder. He and Lynn seek a resolution by making the trek to Padon’s family castle. But the kidnappers have other plans and will do whatever they must to make sure this couple never makes it to their destination.
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An Excerpt From: HAUNTED LAIRD
Copyright © TARA NINA, 2012
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
She looked through the thinnest area of the waterfall and
focused on the statue. Light from the menagerie of lanterns Jasper had provided
shone on the stone surface, giving it an oddly beautiful appeal. Lynn felt
compelled to speak the verse as she stood in the mist of the falling water.
“Ceum saor de clach
Be Ye Biast air duine
’Tis Gaol dara slighe
Ge Ye be mèinne
Dh’oidche mur dh’là”
Seeing nothing happen, a slight bit of disappointment filled
her. She took a breath and leaned her head into the more rapid pulse of the
waterfall and rinsed the suds from her hair and body. Lynn stepped back from
the stream, brushing the hair and water from her eyes. The moment she regained
her focus, she froze. The gasp lodged in her throat.
Was she dreaming?
When he woke, the realization he was no longer at Castle
MacKinnon hit him in the chest with an invisible solid blow. What happened?
Where was he? And most importantly, where was his family?
Padon stumbled forward with his sword held tightly, ready to
strike. MacGillivray was behind this. He felt most certain that dark-eyed devil
lingered near. He swung around, trying to gain his bearings. Shock shook him to
the core as he recognized his surroundings.
He was in the hunting cave. But how? Last he remembered he
was aiming to kill MacGillivray for attacking his brathairs. Padon surveyed the area for any signs of life, knowing
only he and Jasper knew of this cave’s location. Jasper had to be behind his
being here.
He shook his head. Had it been a dream? Try as he might he
couldn’t remember clearly what had happened. Had he been on a hunting trip with
Jasper, drunk too much and dreamed the whole brathairs-turned-to-stone-by-MacGillivray scenario? The tension in
his chest eased a tad but not entirely. He lowered his sword and knelt by the
stream, cupping some water for a drink, hoping to wash away the severely dusty
sensation from his mouth.
He had barely swallowed when he saw her. A vision most
beautiful stood washing her hair in the waterfall. ’Twas it a dream? He splashed
the water on his face and blinked but she still remained. How had she gotten
here? No woman had ever ventured into their hunting cave.
“Go to her. She is
your salvation.”
The words whispered to his ears in the sound of his friend
Jasper’s voice. He jumped to his feet and spun around but didn’t see him.
Anger, confusion and fear mixed within him. What the hell was going on? What
sort of sorcery was this? Hearing voices but seeing no one… He slowly turned to
the vixen who now stood staring at him from the other side of the waterfall. No
one was here but her.
Maybe she had the answers he sought, since Jasper seemed to
be playing games with him.
Taking deliberate steps, he shortened the distance. Before
entering the water, he set his sword on a large rock and dropped his kilt to
the ground. No need getting his only clothing wet while he interrogated the
woman. He smiled inwardly, knowing he was no small man and being naked only
added to his intimidation strategy. At least that’s what he hoped when it came
to the weaker sex. Determined to get answers, he forged through the water and
onto the ledge.
Coming face-to-face with her rattled his fierce demeanor.
She was not simply a woman, but a gorgeous specimen of female flesh. Though she
tried to cover herself with her hands, she failed miserably. He doubted even
his oversized hands would hide those scrumptiously large breasts. Taut pink
nipples peeked from beneath the arm and hand that attempted to shield them.
Instant hunger pitted in his stomach for a sample of their flavor.
Her other arm and hand did their best to cover the treasure
between her thighs. It disappointed him to not get even a glimpse of her mound.
Would she balk if he removed her hand so he could see? Padon shook off the
idea. He needed answers, not sex. But his body pleaded otherwise as his shaft
stirred to life. The awakening of his senses kept him perusing her attributes
and muddled his thoughts with desire.
Though she was short in stature, she made up for it with her
incredibly voluptuous figure as far as he was concerned. If her bottom was
round and filled his hands, she’d be perfect. Absently he flexed his palms,
curling his fingers in and out as if he could somehow feel her there without
actually touching her. It didn’t help ease the growing tension in his bawls for
this woman. Being in her presence made him remember he was a man as his cock
twitched and stiffened even more.
Padon forced his gaze to lift from her assets and look upon
her face. Its shape was that of a cherubic angel. Auburn curls carelessly
framed her features. Her lips trembled and it pained him to read fear in her
bright-blue eyes. In an attempt to calm her, he reached to cup her cheek but
she leaned away from his touch. He dug deep to find his voice and hoped it came
across soothing.
“I will nay hurt thee, mi wee one. I only ask thee for
answers.”
