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Lachlan Macleod, cousin to the alpha and ambush historian, is not prepared for where the road will take him when he’s sent on a journey to break a curse. When he confronts a witch with a nasty temper, the last thing he expected to find was his mate, but he can’t deny the pull he feels for the temptress.
Kyla Acheson is not all that she seems. Part witch and part shifter, she doesn’t completely belong in either world. Until he walks through her door. The moment Kyla sees Lachlan, she knows her life is about to change. With the intent of forcing him to mate claim her, she gives herself to him with wild abandon, but come morning, it’s Lachlan who will have the last laugh.
Left with more than just the memory of her incredible lover, Kyla is left in a vulnerable position. When she’s run out of town, she can’t think of anywhere to go except straight to Lachlan. But will the tiger welcome her with open arms, or turn from her once more?
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Kyla Acheson channeled her fury into the storm brewing outside of her small cottage. She’d been a fool, but she’d thought herself in love. She’d had boyfriends over the years, of course, but she’d never let anyone get close until him. And what had he done? Tossed her aside for an arranged marriage within the skulk. Her pride smarted more than anything she supposed. She’d known there was a chance he’d follow through with the arrangement, but she’d held out hope that he loved her enough to break the contract.
She shrieked while her hands clenched at her sides, as thunder rolled and lightning flashed. Kyla was working up a good curse to hurl at the unsuspecting fool when her door nearly shattered from the force of a large, hulking man barreling through it. He let out a stream of curses as he slammed the door shut. Kyla’s fingers twitched with power as she thought about zapping him, but when he turned to face her, she momentarily forgot her anger.
“Who are you?” she asked, taking him in from the worn tips of his boots, up his soaked kilt, across the broad expanse of his chest, and finally settling on his startling gaze.
He swiped at the wet strands of hair sticking to his forehead and glowered at her. “Are you responsible for that mess out there?”
She tipped her chin up a notch. “I am.”
“About done with your temper tantrum?”
Her jaw slackened. No one had dared speak to her like that in all her life! Most feared her power, and with the exception of the young fool who tossed her aside, they treated her with a healthy dose of respect. Men didn’t just charge into her home and take her to task for losing her temper; it just wasn’t done.
“What right do you have to make demands of me?” she snapped.
He gave her a mock bow. “Lachlan Macleod at your service. I’ve come in hopes you might be of assistance to my ambush.”
Her eyebrows winged up. “A tiger? You’re a tiger shifter?”
He gave her a mocking smile. “Did you think I was something a wee bit smaller?”
Of their own volition, her eyes dropped to his kilt. No, he definitely wasn’t small, in any manner. And if the lifting of his kilt was any indication, he found her attractive, despite the storm and her sharp tongue. Perhaps she could use that to her advantage? If he could help her save face with the skulk…
“I’ll help you with one condition,” she said.
“My alpha has authorized me to give you anything you want. Do you want me to bash a few foxes in the head before we leave town? I’m assuming they’re the reason for the storm outside.”
“There are more ways to win a war than by brute force.” She smiled and sauntered closer, reaching out to caress his damp chest with her fingertips.
He narrowed his eyes. “I donae ken.”
“It’s obvious you like me.” She licked her lips and dropped her gaze before looking him in the eyes again. “You have the wild look of an unmated male. Wouldnae your life be better if you were more…settled?”
He folded his arms over his chest, forcing her back a step. “Are you offering to find me a mate?”
“Oh, I’m offering you something much, much better.” She smiled broadly. “Me.”
His gaze caressed her from head to toe then back up, stopping on her breasts for a moment. A purr rumbled out of him and he advanced, snaking an arm around her waist and bringing her up tight against his hard body. And he was definitely hard in all the right places. Oh, the fun she could have with him!
“No’ that I donae find you attractive, but why would a lass such as yourself wish to tumble into bed with me?”
She licked her lips, went up on tiptoe, and nearly brushed his lips with her own. Her gaze fastened on his. “You misunderstood, Highlander. I wasnae offering a quick tumble.”
He gave her a lecherous smile before tightening his grip on her. “Aye, I ken. You want it nice and slow. I can do that.”
Before she could protest and demand that he take her as his mate, he was kissing her, his mouth harsh and demanding. The kiss was deep and delicious, a kiss she felt from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. He was fierce and passionate, leaving her weak-kneed and wanting more. She’d been kissed before, but never like this. There was a stirring inside her; a yearning deep inside that Kyla had never felt before. Being in the tiger’s arms was making her stomach flip and her heart race. With her body heating from the inside out, she clutched at his shoulders and silently begged him to never stop.
About the Author
Kenna McKay is a lover of all things Scottish—especially men in kilts! There’s just something sexy about Scotsmen. The Scottish burr, perhaps? Their rugged good looks? Maybe it’s not just one thing, but everything combined into one mouthwatering package.
Kenna didn’t start out wanting to be a writer, but she’s loved the written word for as long as she can remember. Writing stories from a young age, it wasn’t until 2014 that she decided she wanted to be a published author.
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