Highlander in Her Bed by Allie MacKay

Author:Allie MacKay [MacKay, Allie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Castles - Scotland, Man-Woman Relationships, England, Blessing and Cursing, Single Women, Scotland, Contemporary, General, Romance, Fantasy, Beds, Inheritance and Succession, Knights and Knighthood - Scotland, Ghosts, Fiction, Love Stories
ISBN: 9780451219817
Google: lSn7ceGaRagC
Publisher: Signet
Published: 2006-11-07T00:00:00+00:00

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Chapter 9

Several evenings later, Mara stood in her bedchamber admiring the changes she'd made. Not alterations so much as additions. Carefully selected items, strategically placed to ensure she need never again enter the room only to be seized by a strong awareness of unwanted company.

In particular, the six foot four, annoyingly seductive kind.

But also the room's uncanny chill and the assorted creaks, groans, and thuds in the night she was certain Hottie Scottie conjured just to unsettle her. For three nights he'd plagued her with such trickery, at times causing bangs loud enough to shatter the window-panes, then letting the lights flicker on and off.

Waking her in the small hours by the sound of the door opening and closing—although it had been securely bolted!

"Such pranks are history, tin man," she breathed, pacing the room, feeling more confident with each stride. "You've been outfoxed."

She glanced at Ben, sleeping snug and content in the glow of the hearth fire. Oddly, the old dog hadn't seemed to mind the knightly shenanigans.

But she'd had enough.

Especially since The Kiss that never should have happened. She shivered and rubbed her arms. At least she hadn't actually seen him again.

Good riddance.

For all she cared, he could spend his time in the sea cave, bodysurfing incoming waves. Or better yet, howling away the hours in the gloomy unlit dungeon of some other gullible's Highland castle.

Hers had just become out-of-bounds.

If Ben missed him, she'd play him some old videos of Casper the Friendly Ghost.

There were only so many insults a girl should tolerate, and she'd reached the end of her patience. Hottie Scottie, tin man, or whatever guise he chose would be in for a rude surprise if he dared to make a repeat appearance.

"No more trotting beside someone who isn't there," she huffed to Ben's sleeping form. "No more sniffing ripples in the air or wagging your tail at nothing."

And no more shivery sighs or heated glances for her.

Not that she cared, phony as every one of his smoldering, make-her-burn looks had been.

Hottie Scottie, indeed.

She frowned, nudged a piece of lint on the carpet.

The ogly eyed bastard had burned her all right. Even swept her to the edge of a tremendous, earthshaking climax only to plunge her into a shocking, icy void just when she'd started to shatter. And that without even undressing her.

But it wouldn't happen again. Now she was prepared, had taken measures.

And from what she'd been told, they were good. Highly effective and able to repel even the hardiest specter.

Hoping that was so, she went to the heavy oak dressing table and picked up a finely tapered candle. She sniffed it appreciatively. Handmade by Innes and delicately scented with lavender, it was a charmed candle.

An antighost candle.

Or so the dotty old woman claimed, proudly informing her that Ravenscraig's resident spook expert, Prudentia, had said spirit-cleansing blessings over Innes's latest batch of special lavender candles. Her heather soaps, too, not that Mara wished to go to such extremes. She didn't need Hottie Scottie appearing in the shower with her, should Prudentia have erred with her spell castings.

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