The Highlander's War Prize (The Highland Warlord Series Book 2) by Tessa Murran

Author:Tessa Murran [Murran, Tessa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Historical Romance, Women's Fiction, Regency & Victorian Era, 19th Century, Adult Themes, Forever Love, Bachelor, Single Woman, Medieval, Ancient World, Thrillers & Suspense, Mystery & Intrigue, Violence & Crime Story, Protection & Safety, Action & Adventure, Dangerous & Deadly, Romantic Suspense, Life-Changes, Second Chance Reunion, Fantasy, Lifetime Love, Romantic Schemes, Scottish & Highland Romance, Highlander, Dark Ages, Beautiful & Feisty, The Highland Warlord Series
Publisher: Tessa Murran
Published: 2019-10-12T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Giselle took the stairs down to the hall with leaden feet. She could scarcely deal with her shame at the events of the night before. There was no excuse for what she had let Lyall do to her. He had not forced her to give him the rights of a husband. All it had taken was a look, from those smouldering green eyes of his, and she had succumbed.

In that dark room, some madness had made her want to reach out and touch the big Scot, for he was so beautiful in his maleness. His skin, tanned by the sun on his face and neck, begged to be stroked and kissed. She had longed to press her lips to the hollow of his throat, to trace her fingertips along Lyall’s hard chest and run her fingers through that thick hair. But she had done none of those things. Instead she had lain there, like a nervous fool, and let him do what he would. When she had asked Lyall if he cared for her, he had muttered the words she wanted to hear. But how could he possibly want her as anything other than a quick tumble for the night? To him, she was a tiresome English woman, his enemy, an unwanted intrusion into his life.

How disgusted Lyall had looked as he stormed off. How low he must think her, allowing a man to take such liberties.

Agnes’ talk of hanging on to a strong man for protection had led her into the trap of having feelings for her captor. Giselle was absolutely certain her captor had only one feeling for her - lust. She was just a distraction, a way for him to take vengeance on the English, by seducing one.

Today, one way or another, Lyall would have to be faced. If that man came near her again, she would just tell him to leave her alone. Keep him at arm’s length - that was what she must do - for her situation was precarious, and no one at Beharra could be trusted. Once the Buchanans relaxed their guard, she could steal a horse and some coin, and maybe get south on her own. Staying meant more humiliation, and the threat of feeling too much for Lyall Buchanan, when instead, she should hate him with every fibre of her being.

Last night had been such an ordeal. These Buchanans were overwhelming, unlike any people she had ever met in her sheltered life. Ravenna was fierce, proud and beautiful, and looked at her with such suspicion. Morna was mischievous, like her brother, and she was softly pretty, with a sweet face and dark, knowing eyes. She was far more bold around men than Giselle could ever imagine being. Cormac was so fearsome that she could barely look at him, and he had such a cold, intimidating voice. None of these people wanted her here, she was sure of that. The only one she could rely on was Lyall, and he made her feel safe one minute, and in jeopardy the next.

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