Series: Morna's Legacy Series #3
Published by: Bethany Claire Books
Release Date: February 17, 2014
Love is the most powerful kind of magic.
Baodan McMillan values many things in life: friendship, loyalty, kindness, but certainly not love. After the tragic death of his wife many years ago, he hardened himself to the idea of giving his heart to another.
There is but one lass who can thaw his chilly heart, a lass he's never met nor knows of, a lass whose birth won't occur until centuries after his death...
Mitsy Fredrickson is in serious need of a distraction. With the ink still drying on her divorce papers, she flies to Scotland determined to forget about her own problems by helping her best friend re-enter reality. She knows Bri's claims that she is able to travel back in time and is currently living in the year 1647 are a lie but, instead of locating her friend, Mitsy falls prey to the same magic and is quickly forced to believe the impossible.
Modern and sassy, Mitsy finds few who know how to take her fiery personality in the seventeenth century, but she finds her match in Baodan, laird of McMillan Castle. He is her opposite in every way yet she feels balanced in his presence, and the more time she spends with him, the harder she falls. She knows he feels the same way, but something is holding him back—a dark secret from his past that even Baodan doesn't fully understand. Mitsy works to uncover what is hidden in the hopes that with resolution Baodan will be free to love her. But the truth is darker than she expected, and it threatens to destroy them both.
Sometime in the night, Baodan roused me by shaking me lightly on the shoulder as he whispered in my ear. "I'm sorry to wake ye, lass, but I canna sleep."
I stretched and, as I did so, the front of my body pushed into him. I instantly had a pretty good idea of why he woke me. "I told you that you weren't about to fall asleep."
He grinned and scooted down on the blanket so that our heads were even. Reaching out with his left hand, he cupped the side of my face and pulled me close. His nose was touching mine as he stared deep into my eyes. "What was it that ye called them, lass? 'Balls?'"
I laughed and nodded, the tip of my nose tickling the tip of his. "Yes. Why?"
"If I kiss ye again, will me balls be in danger? I doona wish to meet the same fate as me brother." He asked it slowly, his eyes teasing me as he brought his lips closer to mine only to pull them away just before they touched.
It was a slow torture, and the tension between us was making every limb in my body weak and fluttery with the anticipation of his lips claiming mine once more. Our chests rose and fell quickly, in a synced rhythm that was as painful as running at full speed.
I didn't answer him. There was no need. Instead I pressed my trembling lips against his and moved slowly against him. He grinned against my mouth, and I nudged his nose as I moved close to trace the center of his upper lip with my tongue.
He groaned and pushed his hips against me. I returned each kiss full force, content to relish in the pleasure of exploring one another until sunrise if he wished it.
He was hard, ready, but as he trailed my face and neck and chest with his lips, I realized that he had no intention of undressing me. He was focusing all of his attention upward, on kissing me in such a way that each breath I took was not my own but a breath given to me by him as he took claim on my mouth. That in and of itself was enough to show me just how capable he was of caring.
After his confession, he would think that to sleep with me would make him no better than his brothers. To show respect for me in such a way was enough to negate everything that he believed about himself.
For any man incapable of love would not have been so considerate, so selfless.