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Douglass McGrail is a Scottish water horse—his clan the deadliest in the British Isle. When the shifter chooses to save—rather than eat—a young lassie, he never expects her innocent face to mark his memory so strongly.
Months later, he stumbles onto a perceived attack in progress and plays the hero once more. He’s shocked to find the victim is the same lass who haunts his dreams.
Jinny Fairchild is an English miss who’s come to the Highlands to live with her last remaining family. She is pursued by her handsome older cousin, Lachlan Brockhouse, but he has a dark side that lands her in the path of the mighty Douglass McGrail.
Douglass wants Jinny for himself, yet discovers she is connected to the attacker she denies knowing. He’s determined to find the truth.
Jinny loves Lachlan, even with his dark side. And she loves Douglass, even with his dark secret. Her heart is torn, but one thing is certain—no matter which of these men she chooses, she will be choosing a monster.
Scottish Highlands, 1829
The lass sat shaking in the sand and tall grass wi’ her knees to her chest and hugging her skirt to her face, as if to hide from all she’d just seen and been put through.
I felt a bit guilty as I didnae have to be so vicious wi’ her attacker, but something had come over me and I wanted to teach the depraved bastard a lesson. Here I was considering war for a mere chance to get my hands on a female to cherish, and that damn fool was treating this one so brutal.
Hoping to comfort the victim, I tucked my kilt so as no’ to shock her even more and squatted down before her. She dug her hands into the sand and scooted away from me. The skirt fell, showing me her face.
“Ye again—” The words stuck in my throat and all I could do was stare. Seeing her face again was that staggering. She was as appealing to me as I’d remembered.
“Again?” she said, her voice no more than a whisper. “When have we met, sir?”
“That day those months ago, on the road—” I closed my mouth when she looked at me like I’d grown another nose, and I realized my blunder.
I’d tried to forget that encounter but could no’. ’Twas that chance meeting that got me keen on finding a mate. I’d been intrigued by the bonnie lass on the cliff road above, and was so angry when that careless driver nearly killed her. I’d wanted to bite his bloody head clean off his body, but found there was no time for anger, and realized I would have done anything to save the lass—a human lassie I didnae even know.
About the Author:
Anna Albergucci has always had a vivid imagination. When she was a child, she entertained her mother and anyone who would listen with the telling of her intricate dreams. Now she puts that inspiration to paper, weaving her stories into deeply passionate characters that live lives the rest of us only dream about.
Married to her high school sweetheart, Anna lives in Texas surrounded by her ever-growing family and her fur babies. She serves as president of Cisco Writers Club, and is the founder of a yearly writers’ retreat she hosts at her estate each fall.
She loves mornings, coffee, and sitting on the porch appreciating her life. She’s a sucker for hosting parties, especially historical costume parties. And in her spare time you can find her touring old mansions, shopping for antiques, or curled up reading a romance, paranormal, or thriller, whether historical or contemporary.