Highlander's Last Chance (Steamy Scottish Medieval Historical Romance) by Ann Marie Scott

Author:Ann Marie Scott [Scott, Ann Marie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Medieval Historical Romance, Women's Fiction, Regency & Victorian Romance, London Society, England & Britain, 19th Century, Forever Love, Bachelor, Single Woman, Love Possibility, Hearts Desire, Life-Changes, Second Chance Reunion, Honesty & Trust, Home & Family, Lifetime Love, Romantic Schemes, Beautiful & Feisty, Love-Family & Forever, Action & Adventure, Sensual Story Theme, Steamy Scottish Historical Romance
Publisher: Ann M. Scott
Published: 2020-01-31T05:00:00+00:00

Abi was frozen with terror. She could not think straight as she saw all the men leering at her, waiting for her to undress.

“If ye don’t start strippin’ Abi,” Danny said menacingly, “I will have tae help ye!”

Abi began to weep tears of fear. She could not have moved even if she had wanted to.

Suddenly Leana, always calm in a crisis, stepped forward. “I must warn ye, if you are thinking of raping my daughter, Mr. Devine, that she has a disease—a very catchin’ ane.”

“Aye, nice try, hen, but I dinnae think so!” He laughed scornfully. “Ye’re makin’ that up!”

The men erupted into a chorus of jeering laughter, but Leana stayed calm, even though her heart was racing. She was still scratching her spots, and she was about to take the biggest gamble of her life. Leana pulled up one side of Abi’s dress all the way to the top of her thighs, stopping just short of her private place. There was a big patch of inflamed and painful-looking blisters there that matched the ones on their face and arms. They had received these ones by falling in a nettle patch, and they had been quite upset at the time, and cursed all the way home, but now they were glad of the rash, because it added to the authenticity of their disguise.

“My daughter an’ I hae this sickness a’ ower our bodies. I am the same, an’ we got it fae my faither, her granda, who is lyin’ in bed ower there. We hae been nursin’ him, an we caught it.” She pointed to Joe, who was lying on his back with his face screwed up in pain and scratching himself bloody. Leana was desperately sorry for him, and furious with the bandits for making her put her already frail father through all this agony. She pulled her own dress up to show even bigger patches of blisters on both legs. “My faither”—she pointed to Joe—“wis hale an’ hearty three weeks ago, then he started wi’ these spots. Noo look at him. An’ my husband, God rest his soul, died o’ it last week.” She put a hand over her eyes as if to stop herself weeping, looking every inch the grieving widow.

The outlaws gaped at them, aghast.

“Wid ye like tae see my back?” Leana offered. The answer was a collective rumble of refusal, but just to make sure the point had been driven home, she went on. “My faither, in the bed there, cannae walk withoot a stick, an’ he is a wee bit doo-lally.” She touched her forehead to the side of her head. “Doesnae knaw his ain name sometimes.” She sighed resignedly. “But there are six o’ yous an’ only two o’ us, so take yer chances.”

Danny stood up and circled around the women like a bird of prey. He looked them up and down, inspecting them minutely, then rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

“Hmmm...” He frowned, then smiled. “Ye knaw, they are both beauties. Look at thae

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