How to Blackmail a Highlander (The MacGregor Lairds) by McLean Michelle

Author:McLean, Michelle
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Entangled, Scandalous, Highlanders; Restoration England; Scottish Lairds; Adventure; Blackmail; Historical romance; Scottish Historical Romance; Historical Romance; Historical Romances; Historical Scottish Fiction; Historical Fiction; British Historical Literature; Historical British Fiction; Women’s Historical Fiction; Romantic Heroes Highlanders; Romantic Comedy; Opposites Attract; Marriage of Convenience; Forced Proximity; Highlanders; Restoration England; Scottish Lairds; Adventure; Blackmail; Historical romance;
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2019-01-13T16:00:00+00:00

Sometime in the night, Philip was woken by the sound of thrashing on the bed. A muted keening had him jumping up from the cold floor. Alice lay tangled in the sheets. The heartbreaking sound broke from her lips again, and her face puckered as if in pain.

“My lady,” he said, sitting carefully beside her.

She didn’t wake. He touched her shoulder and she thrashed again, her breath coming in heaving gulps.

“My lady,” he tried again, trying to restrain her movements. It seemed to make her terror worse. “My lady. Alice.”

She calmed slightly at the sound of her name. He climbed in beside her and gathered her in his arms, unable to stand the sight of her torment any longer. “Alice. Shhh. I’ve got ye, lass. Rest easy. Shhh.”

He cradled her, softly rocking her until she stilled. A sudden stiffness in her limbs alerted him to her wakefulness. But she didn’t pull away. If anything, she snuggled closer.

“Are ye all right, my lady?” he asked.

She nodded, but kept her head pressed again his chest. The damp warmth of tears soaked through his shirt. He held her closer.

“What is it?” he asked, softly stroking her back.

“It was my fault. They were dead. Elizabet, John, all of them. And it was all my fault,” she said, sobbing against him.

His stomach twisted at the despair in her voice. “Dinna fash,” he said, holding her closer still and rocking her gently. “It was naught but a dream.”

She burrowed in closer, and he kissed the top of her head, whispering to her until she calmed. He held her until she drifted back into an uneasy sleep, praying that he was right. If Ramsay were to find their friends, it wouldn’t matter whose fault it was. The devastation would happen all the same. But he feared she’d blame herself for the rest of her days. As he’d be blaming his own failures. God willing, they’d all remain safe from Ramsay’s enraged vendetta.

When he tried to release her to return to his post on the floor, she stirred, her forehead crinkling into a frown even in her sleep. He knew he should extract himself from her arms. But he couldn’t bring himself to leave her. And so, he lay beside her, wrapping his body around hers.

He might not be able to keep her safe in the future, though he’d give his life trying. But for one night, he could hold her close and keep her demons at bay. And maybe his own, as well.

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