The Daring Heart (The Highland Heather and Hearts Scottish Romance Series) by Caine Carmen

Author:Caine, Carmen [Caine, Carmen]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: historical romance, scottish romances, highlands, medieval, Romance, scottish romance novels, scottish, mafia, assassin, godfather
Publisher: Bento Box Books
Published: 2013-11-28T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven – The Lauder Bridge Trap

Julian’s eyes dropped to the gray cord in his hands and then back to Liselle in appreciation. There was little reason to deny it. He’d scarcely bothered to play a drunken and scandalous nobleman in her presence.

“Aye, but aren’t ye a wee canny vixen!” he murmured softly.

Closing his hand over her mouth, he pulled her away from the highlanders’ curious eyes, and once out of the firelight’s glow, caught her by the waist again to pin her against a tree.

His intention was just to speak with her, but the moment he felt her soft curves and the thump of her heart beating against his chest, he wanted only to ravish her lips once more with his.

“We’ve a wee quandary now, lass,” he all but growled.

Aye, and more than one.

He should be concentrating on matters concerning Le Marin, but her soft beckoning lips were far more fascinating. Aye, he’d been thinking of nothing else from the moment he’d placed her on his horse in Channelkirk.

“Let me go!” she demanded breathlessly. “You have no choice but to do as I say now! Else I will expose you!” She lifted her chin with an air of smug satisfaction.

“Aye, so ye think to spread tales of Le Marin?” He cocked an eyebrow, his attention momentarily diverted from her delicious curves. “Do ye trust the Scottish court will believe such wild tales of Lord Julian Gray, once they discover those tales come from the lips of a Vindictam assassin?”

She gave in at once. There was not even a moment’s hesitation. “As you wish then, my lord. I will say nothing.”

Intrigued by the speed of her concession, he leaned close and asked with a low, intimate chuckle, “Why do I feel that I’ve just made a pact with the devil?”

A hint of a laugh escaped her lips, and he could feel her breath upon his cheek as she replied, “Il Diàvolo, your devil, is more forgiving than the Vindictam, Lord Gray.”

It was a warning.

So why was he smiling like a daft fool?

Her lips were perilously close, lips that could drive him to the brink of madness should he let them. And her eyes were like pools of liquid fire, filled with passion and with life. Eyes he could drown in.

“What should I do with ye, lass? I canna leave ye wandering about, can I?” he mused aloud. Aye, not when he wanted to bury his face in her hair and taste her pouting lips from dawn till dusk. Shaking his head to clear it, he forced himself to say, “I should send ye back to Venice forthwith! Aye, the only place for ye is far from here.”

Or perhaps … she might remain under his protection.

The unbidden thought startled him, and he drew back sharply.

He was a hot-blooded and passionate man, accustomed to dabbling with his fancies and blithely moving on with only a prickle of conscience where women were concerned. ‘Twas much simpler to leave afore either he or they grew too attached.

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