Author: Karen Marie Moning. Series: Highlander 1. Above dew-drenched branches, a lone gull ghosted a bank of mist and soared to kiss the dawn over the white sands of Morar. The turquoise tide shimmered in shades of mermaid tails against the alabaster shore. The elegant royal court of the Tuatha De Danaan dappled the stretch of lush greenery. Pillowed chaises in brilliant scarlet and lemon adorned the grassy knoll, scattered in a half-moon about the outdoor dais.
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Author: Karen Marie Moning. Series: Highlander 1. Above dew-drenched branches, a lone gull ghosted a bank of mist and soared to kiss the dawn over the white sands of Morar. The turquoise tide shimmered in shades of mermaid tails against the alabaster shore.
The elegant royal court of the Tuatha De Danaan dappled the stretch of lush greenery. Pillowed chaises in brilliant scarlet and lemon adorned the grassy knoll, scattered in a half-moon about the outdoor dais. Elegant fingers demonstrated a puny space of air, and titters sliced the mist.
Claims her soul. How easily my men are provoked! The man rolled his eyes and disdain etched his arrogant profile. He crossed his legs at the ankles and gazed out across the sea. The man at her feet was vainglorious, and not as impervious to her provocation as he feigned. She briefly considered forgoing this vein of revenge. The Queen was not a woman to be compared with another woman and found lacking.
Her lip tightened imperceptibly. Her exquisitely delicate hand curled into a fist. She carefully selected her next words. In the silence that followed, the statement lingered, unacknowledged, for the cut was too cruel to dignify.
The King at her side and the man at her feet shifted restlessly. Droplets of water trickled from his wet hair down his broad chest, and gathered into a single rivulet between the double ridges of muscle in his abdomen. Moonlight shimmered through the open window, casting a silvery glow to his bronze skin, creating the illusion that he was sculpted of molten steel. The tub behind him had grown cold and been forgotten. The woman on the bed was also cold and forgotten. She knew it.
Too beautiful for me, Esmerelda thought. But by the saints, the man was a poison draught, another long cool swallow of his body the only cure for the toxin. She thought about the things she had done to win him, to share his bed, and—God forgive her—the things she would do to stay there. She almost hated him for it. She knew she hated herself for it. He should be mine, she thought. She watched him stalk across the spacious room to the window which opened between fluted granite columns that met in a high arch twenty feet above her head.
Esmerelda sneered at him behind his back. Foolish—such large unprotected openings in a keep—or arrogant. So what if one could lie in the massive goosedown bed and gaze through the rosy arch at a velvety sky pierced by glittering stars? Had he been counting the stars? Silently reciting bawdy dittys to prevent himself from toppling over and falling asleep?
No, Esmerelda vowed, she would never lose him.
Beyond The Highland Mist
He would sell his warrior soul to possess her. An alluring laird He was known throughout the kingdom as Hawk, legendary predator of the battlefield and the boudoir. No woman could refuse his touch, but no woman ever stirred his heart--until a vengeful fairy tumbled Adrienne de Simone out of modern-day Seattle and into medieval Scotland. Captive in a century not her own, entirely too bold, too outspoken, she was an irresistible challenge to the sixteenth-century rogue. Coerced into a marriage with Hawk, Adrienne vowed to keep him at arm's length--but his sweet seduction played havoc with her resolve.
Book Review – Beyond the Highland Mist by Karen Marie Moning
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Beyond the Highland Mist
Beyond the Highland Mist This one was intense! The romantic despair was off the charts, and scorching hot. Hawk is desired by every female, but takes none into his heart. A total heartbreaker, he has managed to anger many females who swore to make him theirs. The Queen is amused by his reputation and greatly intrigued. She flaunts his prowess to her equally gorgeous royal and immortal Fae subjects. Now suddenly they are extremely jealous too, and a few in particular start scheming against the human Highlander.