Throughout the Highlands she is known as Keely, the witch woman. She is a great healer-a woman whose dreams come true. Ian MacPherson is a man who puts honor, loyalty and duty above everything. Their lives are entwined when Ian is sent by the Scottish King to bring Keely to trial for witchcraft. He is attacked and left for dead, but Keely rescues him. When he wakes, he discovers he has no memory. As he remembers his lost past, Ian finds that his need to protect the woman who has saved his life eclipses his duty to his king and country. He is a man torn between honor and duty to his country and the woman he loves.
He led her to the window where the skies let loose a thunderous din. Lightning streaked across the heavens above and rain fell in torrents. She shuddered, knowing they might have been in the storm unprotected if the deluge had arrived one day sooner. Suddenly she felt as if her entire life was a tempest. Until all was resolved with James, no peace could be found.
"I love this land," he spoke softly and his words whispered across her cheek. It seemed he wanted to say more but he stopped.
"So soon? You have been here but one day."
"Aye," he told her. His lips brushed her neck then moved softly across her cheek, slowly brushing her lips.
She had waited so long for this moment. Yet she feared what she did not understand. He charted new territory, a path she'd never traveled before.
"Ian," she whispered, yet his lips molded more firmly over hers and for the moment halting further conversation, his tongue stroking the soft fullness of her lips. Heat and fire swept through her. All he did stoked a rising inferno within her.
He pulled away and seemed to study her, his eyes questioning, perhaps challenging her. "Keely." Still, he whispered her name tenderly. His hands bracketed her neck, his thumbs gently stroking her chin and once more the line of her lips. "You have the softest lips I have ever kissed."
"Ian," she left off, not having any idea what to say to him or how to accept a compliment she'd never heard before.
He laughed and kissed her once more. This time her lips seemed to part of their own accord. His tongue stroked and plunged. She swayed into him, remembering his other kisses and the heat that exploded within her whenever he touched her so very intimately and so very tenderly. Nay, whenever he touched her at all.
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About the Author
Born in Medford, Oregon, novelist Christine Young has lived in Oregon all of her life. After graduating from Oregon State University with a BS in science, she spent another year at Southern Oregon State University working on her teaching certificate, and a few years later received her Master's degree in secondary education and counseling. Now the long, hot days of summer provide the perfect setting for creating romance. She sold her first book, Dakota's Bride, the summer of 1998 and her second book, My Angel to Kensington. Her teaching and writing careers have intertwined with raising three children. Christine's newest venture is the creation of Rogue Phoenix Press. Christine is the founder, editor and co-owner with her husband. They live in Salem, Oregon.
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