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Excerpt from LAIRD OF THE BLACK ISLE by Paula Quinn

This Highlander will risk everything to find his daughter . . .

Even his heart.


This Highlander will risk everything to find his daughter . . .

Lachlan MacKenzie has nothing left to lose since his wife and daughter were killed. But when a shadowy figure reveals his little girl might still be alive, Lachlan will do whatever it takes to find her--even abduct a lass from the MacGregor clan for an exchange. Being caught would mean certain death. But the laird of the Black Isle won't let anything--or anyone--interfere with his mission . . . not even his beautiful, stubborn captive.

Even his heart.

All Mailie MacGregor wants is to return home to her family. And the Highland beast who captured her can go to the devil. Her plan: to thwart him at any cost and win her freedom. But she never expected to be so drawn to the fierce warrior and the desire in his eyes.

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by Paula Quinn

Despite the crisp air, he’d abandoned his léine and wore only heavy gloves, his knee-length breeches, kidskin boots, and a leather apron from his chest to his knees. His bare, corded arms already glistened as he pushed air into the fire to make it burn more fiercely, using heavy wood and leather bellows.

The sight of him nearly foiled her intentions. Her gaze took him in of its own accord. His breeches were belted low on his waist, providing glimpses of his flat belly and the alluring curve of his hips. He looked as hard as he’d felt against her, atop her, on their journey here.

The fully fired forge produced much heat . Waves of it washed over her, clouding her thoughts. That had to be the reason she was covertly admiring him. The muscles pulsing and bulging in his arms made her forget why she’d come outside. He didn’t appear to be scarred anywhere else.

He looked up from the flames as she drew nearer.

“Have ye come to remind me what a terrible laird I am?”

She remembered. So, then, she had been correct when she’d assumed he didn’t know Alice. “I didna say a word in the kitchen, my lord.”

“Yer eyes are expressive, lass,” he told her, and dunked his metal into a vat of water. Steam rose around them, bathing her in warmth…or was it his voice that heated her flesh? “They speak fer ye—and they’ve had as much to say as yer…ehm…” His smoky gaze dipped to her lips.

“My…?” she challenged. She knew what he wanted to say. She liked watching him squirm, stripped of his confidence, even for a moment.

“Tongue,” he said, going colder, harder, snatching her victory away with a single word spoken on a shallow breath. “Yer tongue,” he said again, lifting his gaze from her lips.

A strange lick of warmth went down her spine as she stared into his silvery, haunted eyes. She rejected it immediately.

He crooked a corner of his mouth. “Is it always so busy?”

She released a breath she didn’t know she was holding and narrowed her eyes on him. “It hasna even begun,” she promised on a tight breath. “Do ye honestly think I would give ye the peace ye ask fer after what ye’ve done?” She moved closer to him. Her fear was gone and replaced by anger and compassion for her kin. “Is my faither or any one of my kin enjoyin’ peace now? Why should ye?” she demanded, her hands balling into fists at her sides as her frustration built. “If I thought ye wouldna beat me, I would slap yer face and go on slappin’ it every day.”

“I wouldna beat ye,” he assured her, but she wasn’t listening. She blinked back a rush of tears. She wouldn’t give him the pleasure of seeing her weep.

“I’m goin’ to shatter yer quiet, and lay waste to yer peace, Lachlan MacKenzie. Ye’ll find oot how busy my tongue can be.”

End of Excerpt

Copyright © by Paula Quinn

Learn more about this book and order a copy by visiting the publisher's website. LAIRD OF THE BLACK ISLE was released May 29, 2018.

AUTHOR BIO: Paula Quinn is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling multi-published author of Scottish historical and paranormal romance. Paula also writes fantasy romance under her pen name of Genevra Thorne. She is moved by music, beautiful words, and the sight of a really nice pen. She lives in New York with her three beautiful children, six over-protective chihuahuas, and three adorable parrots. She loves to read romance and science fiction and has been writing since she was eleven. She's a faithful believer in God and thanks Him daily for all the blessings in her life. She loves all things medieval, but it is her love for Scotland that pulls at her heartstrings

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Laird of the Black Isle by Paula Quinn

Genre: Historical Highland Romance

Type: Novel

Heat Level: 5

Language Level: 2

Violence Level: 4

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