Highland Fire. Hannah Howell

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      HIGHLAND FIRE

      A tremor of want tore through Tavig. Wrapping his arms around Moira, he pulled her down onto their meager bed. He cupped her face in his hands he kissed her, savoring the heated sweetness of her mouth. The way she shyly bandied the strokes of his tongue, the way she pressed against him, told him she was willing. Tavig knew it was going to be hard to go slowly, gently. His desire for her was fierce and greedy.

      Moira felt her nervousness and hint of fear smoothed away with each stroke of Tavig’s tongue, each touch of his hand. This was what she wanted. She had no doubts about it. She also knew she would have no regrets. For ten long years she had known no happiness and no affection. Tavig had made her blood burn. She was certain this would be as close to love as she would ever get and she intended to enjoy it to the fullest. After facing death in Craigmoordun, she knew any consequences she might face for being so free with her favors would never equal the regret she would suffer for continuing to say no to Tavig.

      “Loving, ye feel so bonnie. Like warm silk.” Tavig gently traced the shape of her face with soft kisses.

      “Ye feel rather bonnie yourself,” she whispered, tentatively running her hands over his broad, smooth back.

      “There is still time to stop, sweet Moira.”

      “Nay, I dinna wish to stop. I want this and for the first time in a verra long time I will do what I want…”

      Books by Hannah Howell

      Only for You

      My Valiant Knight

      Unconquered

      Wild Roses

      A Taste of Fire

      Highland Destiny

      Highland Honor

      Highland Promise

      A Stockingful of Joy

      Highland Vow

      Highland Knight

      Highland Hearts

      Highland Bride

      Highland Angel

      Highland Groom

      Highland Warrior

      Reckless

      Highland Conqueror

      Highland Champion

      Highland Lover

      Highland Vampire

      Conqueror’s Kiss

      Highland Barbarian

      Beauty and the Beast

      Highland Savage

      Highland Thirst

      Highland Wedding

      Highland Wolf

      Silver Flame

      Highland Fire

      Published by Zebra Books

      HIGHLAND FIRE

      HANNAH HOWELL

      ZEBRA BOOKS

       Kensington Publishing Corp.

       www.kensingtonbooks.com

      Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

      Chapter Nineteen

      Chapter Twenty

      Chapter Twenty-One

      Chapter Twenty-Two

      Chapter Twenty-Three

      About the Author

      Chapter One

      Northwest Coast of Scotland—August 1400

      “Come, lass, surely my flattery deserves at least a wee smile.”

      Moira stole a glance at the man speaking to her. He had been watching her since she had boarded the ship three days before. Crooked Annie, her sharp tongued watchdog, had grumbled about the man and sternly warned Moira to avoid him. That was not easy to do on such a small ship.

      He made her uneasy. His black hair was heavily streaked with gray, and his middle was very thick, causing his doublet to fit oddly. His black beard was straggly, and he wore his hat so low she could not really see his eyes.

      Everything about him indicated an aging, somewhat unclean man, yet she noticed a few things that sharply contradicted that image. The tight sleeves of his elegant black doublet revealed strong, slender arms. His equally black hose fit snugly over long, well-shaped legs. His voice was deep and rich, the voice of a vibrant young man. He moved with a lithe grace that belied his apparent age and overfed condition. Then he smiled at her, and Moira was convinced he was not what he appeared to be. The revelation made her even more nervous. Glancing around for Crooked Annie, she was a little annoyed to see the gnarled old woman cozening up to an equally gnarled old sailor.

      “She will be over to scold ye and hurry ye away soon enough,” the man said.

      “I believe I will go and join her.” She uttered a soft gasp of surprise when he caught her by the hand and held her in place.

      “Now, lass, ye dinnae wish to ruin СКАЧАТЬ