Devil Black (paperback)

ISBN Digital: 978-1-61217-694-9
ISBN Print: 978-1-61217-693-2
Page Count: 320
Word Count: 76769
Rating: Spicy(PG13)

Disgraced in her father's eyes, Isobel Maitland travels to Scotland, determined to purchase her sister's happiness at the cost of her own. But when her coach is held up and she is abducted by a dangerous highwayman, she faces an unexpected choice: suffer the loveless union to which she has resigned herself, or marry this ruthless, Scottish outlaw who can ignite her desire with a single touch.

They call him "Diabhal Dubh" - Devil Black - and he spends his days terrorizing the countryside, trying to outdistance the memories that torture him. The King has decreed he must settle and take a wife. And when he steals the alluring woman betrothed to his enemy, Dougal MacRae sees a way to both answer the King's demand and obtain the revenge he has sought so long...

Highland, Medieval
Rating: Spicy
Page Count: 320
Word Count: 76769
978-1-61217-693-2 Paperback
978-1-61217-694-9 Digital


He pulled her hard against him, into his arms. His mouth plundered hers, battered it open, and he felt her terror spike. Yet it subsided as swiftly as did his desire to handle her roughly. Sweetness met passion and broke over them both like a shower of fire. He felt her hesitate, and his lips softened, began to woo hers, coax and persuade them further apart. Greed washed through him in a staggering tide that left him feeling all at once weak and powerful. Surely he would sell his soul for the taste of her.

She raised both her hands and planted them flat against his chest. He expected to feel her push him away; instead her fingers curled into the fabric of his tunic and pulled him closer.

The motion went straight to his head. He contemplated pushing her down there before the hearth but dismissed the notion. Not before they saw the priest. He would stand accused of raping no woman.

He broke the kiss, and a sound came from her throat, a sigh of protest. They gazed deeply into one another’s eyes, and Dougal’s heart began to pound the way it did before a battle, when his sword cried for blood.

She still had her fingers fastened in his tunic, and they stood barely a breath apart. Every inch of him could feel every inch of her—some more than others.

“So, lady,” he said, allowing one corner of his mouth to turn up, “will you wed wi’ me?”


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