A Highlander For Christmas (Draycott Abbey, Book 7) by Christina Skye
By Christina Skye
Sometimes future offers the appropriate Gift
A girl OF infrequent PASSION
When Maggie Kincade arrives at Draycott Abbey, she's surprised to find how a lot the weathered stone partitions supply a secure haven from the hazards of her prior. The tranquil English manor soothes her bothered soul - until eventually that peace is shattered by means of the arriving of the tall, horny Scotsman who claims he's been despatched to guard her. From the beginning, Maggie bristles below Jared MacNeil's piercing scrutiny - but his each contact jolts her, middle and soul...
A HIGHLAND HERO WITH AN UNWAVERING CODE OF HONOR
Jared arrives on the hauntingly appealing abbey less than protest, vowing this task can be his final. yet he's enchanted through the breathtaking American assigned to his care, for underneath her bravado he senses a lady desperately short of support. regardless of all his honorable vows, Maggie intrigues him, whereas her slightest contact enflames his inner most passions.
When an previous probability stalks Maggie to the excessive hills of Scotland, Jared will movement heaven and earth to maintain her secure.
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Eve asked. “Beata Varga, age twenty-two. She’s here on a work visa, and employed—until she went missing three months ago—at Goulash. No criminal. The family filed a report. A Detective Lloyd is listed as investigating officer. ” “Reach out there,” Eve told her. “Have him meet us at the restaurant. ” She opened the first drawer of the chest, found neatly folded underwear and nightclothes, and a box of carved wood. She lifted the lid, studied the pack of tarot cards, the peacock feather, the small crystal ball and stand.
She came to find her great-granddaughter. This is terrible; I can hardly take it in. I really liked her. She had such interesting stories—and she told my fortune once. ” “Romany. A Gypsy. The real deal, too. She’s in four D, Lieutenant. I carried some stuff up for her a couple times. Man, this is crap, you know that? Just crap. She was a sweetheart. ” “No, I’ll find it. The alley between the buildings. ” “Yeah. Damn thing’s been broken for nearly a week, and we can’t get them to come and . . ” Zach trailed off.
Nor could she say why her heart began to beat faster as they climbed, passed the other studios and classrooms. Tap, jazz, children’s ballet sessions. Or why, as she approached the fourth floor, the music drifting out hit some chord inside her. She followed the music, stepped into the doorway. The woman was whiplash thin in her black leotard and gauzy skirt. Her hair, wildly red, slicked back from a face that struck Eve as thirty years older than her body. Her skin was white as the moon, her lips red as her hair.