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MY HIGHLAND BRIDE

Highland Hearts #2

Maeve Greyson

Releasing Aug 25th, 2015

Loveswept

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I love this book so much. I fell in love with book one and now that I finished book two can not wait for three. A word of warning keep the tissues handy, there are moments that are so funny, But the sad ones had me crying. It was one emotional ride. and omg they introduce a new character that you will love to hate. Can not say much or I will ruin the book, man you will not believe who this person is. And how he is contacted to the story. I loved the hint at the end of this book for when the next daughter will travel back and who will be her husband. Omg I want to say so much, but can't without spoiling this book. So I will leave you here. I hope you enjoy this book as much as I did. If you do like this book, please consider leaving a review. The Authors really like it when you do, they value your opinions too.

Perfect
for fans of the Highlander novels of Karen Marie Moning

and Janet Chapman, Southern sass meets Highland heat

in Maeve Greyson’s scintillating new

Highland Hearts romance.

With
bedroom eyes and racetrack curves, Kenna Sinclair seems

like just another pretty Kentucky girl. But she can also read

minds, erase memories, and jump through time—a skill set

that comes in handy when her matchmaking granny sends

her back to thirteenth-century Scotland on the pretext of

visiting her older sister. When she encounters the clan’s

womanizing man-at-arms, Kenna instantly knows the

gorgeous Highlander has only one thing on his mind. She

vows to steer clear of him, but after a single electrifying

touch, she finds that playing hard to get won’t be quite so

easy. . . .

Bewitched
by the first lass who could ever resist him, Colum Garrison

will do anything to prove his devotion, even ask for Kenna’s

hand in marriage—and swear off his chosen form of

recreation until their wedding night. It’s a burden for a man of

his thunderous appetite, but the sinful temptation is not his

alone: Colum’s fetching bride-to-be is practically trembling

with anticipation for a moment that can’t come soon enough.

When she’s willing, Colum will be ready and waiting—with a

love that lasts a lifetime.

Scotland—The Highlands—Thirteenth Century

“Have ye e’er seen such a lovely set o’ bosoms?”

Colum Garrison lowered his cup enough to peer past the

metal rim. Aye. Diarmuid had the right of it there. The man

had a keen eye when it came to the lasses. The newest

serving girl was indeed a comely maid blessed with a bounty of curves.

Colum drained the tankard, licking the last of the tangy ale

from his lips as he slid the empty mug to the table. “An

untapped MacKenna keg against that fine ale ye bring all the

way from Ireland. What say ye? I gi’ ye fair odds. Whoe’er

leaves the hall with her on his arm claims the spoils.”

Diarmuid squinted one eye shut while scrubbing his fingers

through the short black beard curling along his jaw. “Fair

odds, me arse. If I win the gift of the lass’s charms, ye’ll gi’

me yer best bow along wi’ that keg of fine MacKenna

whisky.”

Colum tapped a thumb against the handle of his empty

tankard. Yon sweetling would easily choose him o’er

Diarmuid, but wager his best bow? O’er something as flighty

as a woman’s druthers? Instinct and past experience with

Diarmuid’s less-than-scrupulous wagers gave him pause.

The man’s terms reeked with the stench of a carefully laid

trap. Colum drummed his fingers atop the rough table.

“That bow was a gift from the chieftain. There’s none like it in all

the Highlands.”

Diarmuid grinned, held up his index finger, then slowly

allowed it to droop at the knuckle. He gave a sly wink as he

flipped the sagging appendage, making it appear boneless.

“What ails ye, m’friend? Are ye no’ feelin’ up for the wee

challenge?”

Colum banged his empty mug atop the long trestle table and

waved the girl toward them. “I’ll show ye ‘up.’ After the lass

has been with me, she’ll no’ have a hunger for yer wee

sausage.”

Diarmuid rubbed his hands together, his impish grin widening

into a devilish smile. “We shall see, man-at-arms. We shall

see.”

The teasing look in the young woman’s eyes, paired with the

coy tilting of her head, settled the matter nicely. Aye. The lass

is as good as mine, and so is another keg of Diarmuid’s fine

ale. Colum slowly traced a fingertip around the curve of his

mug. Soon his fingers would trace along much finer curves.

The girl tucked her broad wooden platter under one arm and

sashayed toward them. When she reached the men, the

red-haired vixen leaned across the bench and propped a

hand atop the table. Her smile widened as she not so subtly

arched her back, providing an even better view of the creamy

cleavage about to spill free of her tightly laced kirtle. “Aye,

master. Can I be a fetchin’ anythin’ for ye?”

Colum released his most beguiling smile, leaned forward,

and ever so gently slid a finger beneath the young maid’s

silky chin. Diarmuid ne’er stood a chance. This wee filly was

already his. The truth of it shone in her clear blue eyes and

her barely parted lips, already beggin’ for his kisses.

A deep voice boomed across the crowded hall. “Colum!

Here. Now. The MacKenna bids ye see him in his solar at

once. Best be about it, man.”

Colum let his hand drop to the table, clenching his teeth to

keep from cursing aloud. Damn Galen and his ill-timed

interruptions. What the hell was wrong wi’ the man? Could he

no’ see there was serious business at hand?

Diarmuid chuckled and scooted Colum farther down the

bench, bumping his way in front of the still smiling maid.

“Dinna worry, friend. I’ll make sure this fine young lass

doesna feel neglected by yer absence.” Diarmuid tickled

a finger up and down the maid’s lightly freckled forearm as

a beguiling smile lit up his face. “Do ye happen to fancy

sausages, m’dear one?”

A low-throated growl escaped him as Colum swung out from

the bench and stood. He searched the far wall of stone

archways for Galen. ’Twas a sorry day when he’d been fool

enough to make that clot-head his second in command. Aye,

Galen was a fine warrior, but the stubborn bastard had a

talent for bein’ a verra large pain in the arse.

Barrel-chested Galen grinned and waved from the widest of

the arches leading up to the private rooms of the keep. He

nodded and winked, rolling up on his toes to bounce a bit

higher than his stumpy height, which barely brought him to

Colum’s shoulder. His smirking grin widened to a toothy smile

as Colum closed in on him. “Now, lad, dinna fret. I’m sure ye

can win the lass back from Diarmuid as soon as the chief is

done wi’ ye.”

“Ye just cost me m’best bow and a keg of whisky.” Colum

shoved Galen aside as he shouldered through the doorway.

Galen lowered his broad shoulder and effectively bounced

Colum a few steps sideways into the opposing wall. The man

might be short of stature but he was nearly as wide as he

was tall and stood as solid as Beinn Nibheis. He jabbed

a short stubby finger toward the center of Colum’s chest.

“I saved ye from yer chieftain’s wrath, ye ungrateful bastard.

Were ye no’ just tellin’ me how the MacKenna warned ye to

leave the maids alone for a bit? Did he no’ tell ye he grows

weary of gettin’ his arse chewed by both his wife and her

grandmother for how ye run through the women in the keep?

Good Lord, man. Ye should be a thankin’ me. I saw Mother

Sinclair herself headin’ toward ye from the kitchens.”

Damn the squat bastard. Colum rolled his shoulder, still

stinging from scraping the rough stone of the wall, and

glanced back behind them. Sure enough, Granny Sinclair

was currently blessing out Diarmuid. She had one bony hand

clamped around the serving girl’s elbow while she shook

a bent finger just inches from the tip of Diarmuid’s nose. The

old woman didna even pause for breath as she whipped

around and shook the same scolding finger in the face of the

wide-eyed maid.

It appeared a debt of gratitude was owed rather than a swift

kick in the arse. Colum clapped a hand to Galen’s meaty

shoulder and hurried them both farther down the hall. “I owe

ye greatly, m’fine friend. I swear t’ye, I’ll do the sword dance

at yer next weddin’.”

My Highland Lover (Highland Hearts, #1)

My Highland Bride (Highland Hearts, #2)

My Tempting Highlander (Highland Hearts, #3)

Expected publication: February 23rd 2016 by Loveswept

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~*~*~ Maeve Greyson ~*~*~

No one has the power to shatter your
dreams unless you give it to them. That’s been Maeve Greyson’s mantra since she
was a girl. When she’s not at the full time day job at the steel mill, Maeve’s
writing romances about sexy Highlanders and the women who tame them. Tucked
away in a five acre wood, Maeve listens to the wind singing through the trees
and hears her characters telling their stories. Her work is proofed by her
sharp-eyed dog, Jasper, and her greatest supporter is her long suffering
husband of over thirty-five years who’s learned not to throw away any odd
sticky notes filled with strange phrases.