Author: Isabel Cooper
Series: Highland Dragons, #3
Pubdate: June 2nd, 2015
“They say,” said the girl, “that people disappear up there. And I heard that the lady doesna’ ever grow any older.”
“The lady?” William asked.
“Lady MacAlasdair. She lives in the castle, and she’s been there years, but she stays young and beautiful forever.”
In the Scottish Highlands, legend is as powerful as the sword—and nowhere is that more true than in the remote village of Loch Aranoch. Its mysterious ruler, Judith MacAlasdair, is fiercely protective of her land—and her secrets. If anyone were to find out what she really was, she and her entire clan would be hunted down as monsters.
William Arundell is on the trail of a killer. Special agent for an arcane branch of the English government, his latest assignment has led him to a remote Highland castle and the undeniably magnetic lady who rules there. Yet as lies begin to unravel and a dark threat gathers, William finds himself drawn deeper and deeper into the mystery of the Highlands…and the woman he can neither trust nor deny.
He prays she isn’t the murderer; he never dreamed she was a dragon.
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Stopping, Arundell turned to face her. “Ah,” he said, “but nothing’s ever really safe. We’re both old enough to know that.”
Coming from a mortal, the phrase should have struck her as funny. It didn’t.
However old Arundell might be, the knowledge in his voice and eyes made him seem as if he’d seen as many years as she had—and there was a carnal aspect to that knowledge that made Judith catch her breath.
She could have kept on walking, she knew. She could have shaken off Arundell’s hand when he placed it on her shoulder, turning her toward him, or pulled back when he pulled her close. But her body found its own voice at his touch, as loud as an avalanche, and she went willingly, eagerly.
Judith hadn’t kissed anyone for a long time. She’d clearly forgotten the intensity of it, the way it made the world fade into the background, the heady and terrifying joy of being lost in sensation. But she couldn’t believe that she would forget anything like this.
Arundell’s lips were firm when they met hers, his kiss demanding in a way that had nothing to do with roughness or urgency. He was thorough instead, determined, and very, very skilled. Before long, Judith was clinging to his shoulders, not out of any need for support—although her legs, strong as they usually were, suddenly were far less inclined to hold her up than usual—but out of the consuming desire to get closer.
From the way Arundell reacted, she was sure she wasn’t alone in her feelings, and that this was no mere display of his skill. His arms were like steel around her. The hand that had been on her shoulder now cupped the back of her head. The other hand rested at the small of her back, fingers spread wide, and pulled Judith’s body against his.
There she could feel his chest against her breasts, the friction increasing with each quick, unsteady breath either of them took. Her nipples, already hard, rubbed against the inside of her corset, the contact frustratingly pleasurable. She made an incoherent sound low in her throat and leaned up into the kiss, taking the lead back from him.
Some men, not many but some, objected at that point or at least hesitated for a moment. Arundell didn’t. His lips parted for her as readily as hers had done for him, and he let out a gratified sigh when her tongue slipped past them. His hand slid lower, cupped the curve of her backside, and squeezed gently—appreciatively, Judith thought, and smiled against his mouth.
During the day, Isabel Cooper maintains her guise as a mild-mannered project manager in legal publishing. In her spare time, she enjoys video games, ballroom dancing, various geeky hobbies, and figuring out what wine goes best with leftover egg rolls. Cooper lives with two thriving houseplants in Boston, Massachusetts.