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Highlander’s Passion
Highlander’s Beloved # 2
Highlander’s Beloved # 2
By: Vonnie Davis
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ABOUT THE BOOK~
Two of the wildest hearts in Scotland
fight for their destiny in this searing-hot romance, sure to be devoured by
fans of Jennifer Ashley’s Shifters Unbound series and Shelly Laurenston’s Pride
Stories.
As
a bear-shifter in a pack roaming the Scottish countryside, Bryce Matheson
embodies brute force and untamed abandon. As a widower, he’s running scared.
When Bryce attempted to open his scarred heart to another, she grew tired of
waiting for him to state his intentions, and the unearthly beauty spurned him
for someone who wasn’t worthy. But now that fate has conspired to set Kenzie
Denune free once again, Bryce vows to finally win her love.
Kenzie
is a witch who summons her powers to protect those too weak to care for
themselves. After surviving an abusive husband, she swears off men—even men
like Bryce, whose iron muscles make her knees weak, and who’s piercing eyes
fill her with longing. Her life’s purpose is to help others. However, dark
forces have different plans for her gifts. To save herself, Kenzie must team up
with the shifter who has always stirred her soul—and trust in a passion
powerful enough to set her blood aflame.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR~
Vonnie Davis, who
studied English at Penn State, likens herself to a croissant: crusty, wrinkled,
flaky—and best served with strong coffee. After a career as a technical writer,
she’s spending her retirement playing fairy godmother to her characters, giving
them their happily-ever-afters. Six fantastic, talented kids call her “Grandma”
and brighten her world in so many ways. She lives in Southern Virginia with her
husband, author Calvin Davis.
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EXCERPT~
Bryce, still damp
from his quick shower, tugged on a pair of clean jeans and reached fer a bottle
of cologne. He wanted to make a good impression on Kenzie tonight. Driving her
to her apartment to help her pack would be his pleasure, but he doubted she’d
look on it in the same light. Not after he’d put the brakes on their budding
romance fourteen months ago.
He braced his hands
against the top of his chest of drawers and hung his head. Breaking things off
with Kenzie had been the worst mistake he’d ever made. One he’d regretted every
day since. He still hadna forgiven himself for thinking it his obligation to
live emotionally in the past with his deceased wife. After all, hadna his mum
lived without a man since his dad died when Bryce was only five? But then, she
hadna fallen in love with anyone, the way he had with Kenzie.
Hell, he kent her
better than anyone else. They’d played together every day as youngsters, shared
secrets, sworn oaths to each other as teenagers. Then Miranda walked into his
life and suddenly everything revolved around her. Losing his young bride so
soon after their rushed marriage had flung him into a dark place. ΚΌTwas Kenzie who had tugged him into
the sunlight again, a few years later.
She’s ours. His bear roared within Bryce’s
chest. And
thanks to yer stupidity, it’s gonna take more than charm to woo our calico-eyed
darling. Ye treated her like she had no worth. Due
to Bryce’s earlier waffling, not only did he have to listen to his inner bear’s
harangues, he also had to convince Kenzie he was now ready to commit to a
long-term relationship.
His ending things
had left her bitter where he was concerned, and he couldna blame her one whit.
He’d been a numpty-headed fool. If he hadna turned from her, she wouldna
responded to the advances of Duncan and fallen victim to the fuker’s abuse.
He’d always been a bully at school and a charmer in front of the teachers or
the principal. Duncan knew how to pour the charisma on when it suited . . . the
diabolical bastard.
The day after she’d
miscarried, and he and his brothers had captured Duncan, Bryce hovered by her
bedside in the hospital. Nothing or no one could keep him away, including his
mum’s lecture about what was proper in everyone’s eyes. He carried a strong
sense of responsibility fer Kenzie’s condition. If only he’d kept her near,
loved her, cherished her, she’d have been safe with him and little Colleen, his
daughter. But no, he’d been too attached to the memory of Miranda.
A man hated feeling
useless, especially a Scot. As he’d held Kenzie’s hand while she slept, her
face battered and bruised, he’d been emotionally gutted. He’d traced the blue
veins on her limp hands, and his tears had plopped on them, for he’d have moved
heaven and earth to protect her, to care fer her. But how did a man erase the
pain of a woman who’d lost her bairn? What could he do to help her?
If he treated her
with gentleness and showed her how precious she was to him, with luck, today
might be the beginning of their coming together again. He’d take her someplace
special, maybe the Crazy Horse, where they’d gone so often when they’d dated.
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