Beyond the Highland Mist by Karen Marie Moning

“You know how the fool gets when his ego is wounded.” He patted her arm soothingly. “Quit baiting him, my Queen,” King Finnbheara admonished. The man at her feet was vainglorious, and not as impervious to her provocation as he feigned. He crossed his legs at the ankles and gazed out across the sea.īut the Queen wasn’t fooled.

The man rolled his eyes and disdain etched his arrogant profile. Claims her soul.” The Queen dropped fringed lashes to shield eyes alight with the iridescent fire of mischievous intent. “They say at full-mast he steals a woman’s mind from her body.

Elegant fingers demonstrated a puny space of air, and titters sliced the mist. “More likely a mouse,” sneered the man at her feet. “They say his manhood at half-mast would make a stallion envious.” The Queen slanted a glance beneath half-lowered lids at her rapt courtiers. “Impossible.” His mocking laughter tinkled like cut-crystal chimes on a fae wind. “They say he is even more beautiful than you,” the Queen remarked to the man sprawled indolently at the foot of her dais.

Pillowed chaises in brilliant scarlet and lemon adorned the grassy knoll, scattered in a half-moon about the outdoor dais. The elegant royal court of the Tuatha De Danaan dappled the stretch of lush greenery. The turquoise tide shimmered in shades of mermaid tails against the alabaster shore. Above dew-drenched branches, a lone gull ghosted a bank of mist and soared to kiss the dawn over the white sands of Morar. Despite her uncertainty about following the promptings of her own passionate heart, Adrienne's reservations were no match for Hawk's determination to keep her by his side.THE FRAGRANCE OF JASMINE AND SANDALWOOD DRIFTED through the rowan trees. Not even the barriers of time and space would keep him from winning her love. She had a perfect no on her perfect lips for the notorious laird, but Hawk swore she would whisper his name with desire, begging for the passion he longed to ignite within her. Coerced into a marriage with Hawk, Adrienne vowed to keep him at arm's length-but his sweet seduction played havoc with her resolve. Captive in a century not her own, entirely too bold, too outspoken, she was an irresistible challenge to the sixteenth-century rogue. No woman could refuse his touch, but no woman ever stirred his heart-until a vengeful fairy tumbled Adrienne de Simone out of modern-day Seattle and into medieval Scotland. He was known throughout the kingdom as Hawk, legendary predator of the battlefield and the boudoir. He would sell his warrior soul to possess her.

Beyond the Highland Mist by Karen Marie Moning