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Highlander Angus Brian Cameron has just lost his father in battle. He is knocked unconscious and wakes up in hell. Well that's what he believes.
Gillian Adair discovers the badly wounded and very confused Highlander when walking her dog.
Our hero has a very difficult time ahead of him. Our heroine is almost as confused about what she feels. There is a lot of laughs and more than a few tears. All the characters are very believable and lovable.
This is part of a series but easily read as a stand alone. It will definitely tempt you to read the others.
I loved it.
Exhausted, she slumped against a tree and slid
to the ground. “Where are you, Brian? Please answer me.” No one could possibly
hear that whispered plea.
She rolled over on her belly and scanned
underneath the thick brush. There! A weird clump of greenish-blue and brown
cloth peeked out between a wide tree trunk and a cluster of wild rhododendron
bushes. She crawled under the prickly branches and found Brian rolled into a fetal
position, unconscious, with streaks of blood staining the dirt. She touched his
shoulder gently, afraid he’d wake thrashing and ready to fight. He didn’t move.
“Brian,” she shook his shoulder. “Angus
Brian Cameron, wake up.” When he didn’t move, she lay down behind him, wrapped
her arms around his muscled body, and carefully moved his hand from his ear.
“Brian, you have to wake up now.” He moaned
and tucked tighter into a fetal position.
She leaned up on one elbow and wiped sweat
and dirt from his brow. She bent to his ear, “Brian, it’s Angel.”
She didn’t know what possessed her to kiss
him, but she began to feather light kisses over his temple, down along his jaw
and back up. When she reached his ear, she sucked his earlobe between her teeth
and bit down. Lightly at first, and then she nipped his neck at the juncture of
his shoulder, this time with more force.
He rolled over until she found herself
partially pinned beneath his hard body, staring up into eyes as green as the
overhead canopy. His burnt chestnut hair fell over his forehead in disarrayed
clumps. Her breath stopped, but she didn’t flinch or turn away. She held his
gaze, his beautiful, startled gaze. The hard body pressed against her chest and
hips did strange things to her insides. He dipped his head and pressed a light
brush of lips over her mouth, then glazed her lips with his tongue until she
opened her mouth and welcomed his intrusion.
When he lifted his head, she attempted a
bit of levity, always her awkward first response to passion. “You’re not
supposed to make a girl run all over creation trying to catch you.”
She looked down at his leg pressed between
her thighs where his erection hardened against her hip. “And I think you’re
bleeding all over my jeans.”
My San Francisco Highlander is Aleigha’s second full-length romance novel in her Finding My Highland Series. Now, an Amazon best-selling author of Time-Travel romance, she is working on the third book in her Finding My Highlander Series as well as a collection of romance poems. She’s also working on early character sheets for a Regency Romance series.
After more than twenty-five years writing and delivering management and other training programs, Aleigha Siron turned her writing efforts to fiction and poetry. When not writing, you’ll often find Aleigha walking along the shore with her trusty four-legged companion, Strider. The whoosh of waves across glistening sand and the turbulent swell of the sea at sunset dissolves the noise of the day. If this fails to conjure the muses and stimulate her creative juices, she’ll sip a glass of wine and read.
Aleigha loves all forms of writing, but historical and romance fiction provide a favorite escape, especially those with time-travel themes. A firm believer that everyone secretly yearns for the romance novels’ essential HEA, she knew this was her genre.
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