Beware What You Wish












Page Count: 74
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(MSRP: 3.0000)

Leah Barnett's travel to research a romance novel sends her back two hundred years--right into the bathtub of one hunky half Scot, half English male. His chauvinist attitude stiffens her spine, but his sensual kisses weaken her knees. Not to mention flipping her heart like a kilt in the wind.     

Alistair MacKinnon's vow to stay out of trouble falls by the wayside when a sensual, outspoken woman falls into his tub out of nowhere. Her insistence that she's from the future doesn't cause him as much concern as the way his heart thuds just looking at her. He's finally found a woman who sees eye-to-eye with him--even if she does only reach his chest.

When Alistair orders the headstrong Leah to marry him to keep his despicable cousin from taking her to bed, the Scottish-English hottie gets a talking to that singes his ears. But it's not his ears that sting when they find a portal to the future for Leah.

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Excerpt:

"I'm out of here."

Leah jumped off the bed and headed for the door. Her hand was almost on the doorknob when a large hand twice the size of her own caught it.

"Hold up lass. Ye still owe me some answers."

He released her hand but placed his palms on either side of the doorframe, blocking her only escape route. She turned and faced the enormous lunatic.

Bad idea.

Too close--much too close.

The laird's sensuality was playing havoc with her body, and the fact he had to be stark-raving mad was doing nothing to help her nerves.

"Please, don't hurt me. I told you the truth, and I'm sure there has to be an explanation for this mess." Leah clenched her fists to keep fear at bay. Tears burned the back of her eyes, but she wouldn't let him see that she was scared spitless.

She had almost succeeded when one lone tear traced a path down her cheek. Dang it, this was no time to be a wimp. She had to get away.

She was foiled once more by the gentle grip of his hands at her waist. Leah's feet left the ground. Her lips were now perilously close to the pair that had fascinated her moments before.

"I've never hurt a woman in my life. I be not sure of what is going on but we will sort it out. First, I must do this."

His kiss was nothing like anything Leah had ever experienced. Seductive lips teased hers and then taunted her to open to him--and she did. MacKinnon's tongue tempted on its journey--awakening desire so strong that her knees would have buckled if she'd been standing. As it were, her toes curled inside her sneakers.

Lordy, the man could kiss.




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