Luckily she agreed... and gave me
Ten Things You
Must Know About Finn mac Chalium from To Dream of a Highlander
1. Finn has lost many family members. His
mother died of dysentery, his father was killed in battle and his wife and
child died in childbirth.
2. He has a scar on his lip that he says
was from battle. Actually it was because his cousin dared him to climb the
battlements as a child and he fell.
3. He thinks he’s a charmer but he
struggles to talk to women. He’s much better at bedding them ;)
4. He’s a true highlander, but everyone
thinks he looks like a Viking with his fair hair and great height.
5. Finn would do anything for his sister.
6. Though he plays an important role in his
clan, he likes a simple life. He lives in a small cottage rather than the
castle.
7. In times of trouble, he’s a little too
fond of his ale.
8. He loves animals, especially his horse,
Dileas.
9. His ancestry traces back to Constantine
III, King of the Scots.
0. He’s an expert horseman. He can ride a
horse standing on its bare back.
Blurb:
Scotland, 1230
Sent on a
rescue mission, Finn Mac Chaluim is prepared to do his duty, hand over the lass
and return home.
But fate has
other ideas.
In the midst of
a Norse invasion, Catriona barely escapes with her life. Masquerading as her
sister, she finds herself in the hands of Finn who intends to hand her over to
her sister’s betrothed, Laird Gillean. In the interests of bringing peace to
her home, Catriona is determined to continue the ruse—even if it means going
along with the marriage and denying her growing attraction to a man who keeps his
hurts hidden behind a quick grin.
If the green
faery, Tèile, has anything to do with it, Catriona and Finn will come
together—but only at the right time. Thanks to her last attempt at matchmaking,
many paths were changed and now it’s up to her to put it right. Can she help
Finn— who learned the hard way that sharing your life with someone only leads
to heartache—get past his doubts? And will the battle-scarred Catriona even
accept him into her heart? When Laird Gillean’s attentions toward Catriona become
dangerous, both Finn and Tèile will find they have an uphill battle on their
hands.
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Excerpt:
He swung his gaze around, grateful the night had not yet
swallowed them. A flash of green a few feet in front of him caught his eye.
Hair swirling about her, gown waving like seaweed in the wash, she floated on
the surface—knocked senseless.
“Damnation!”
With several strong strides, he caught up with her. The
tide drew her away but it was not strong enough to defeat him. The sea now up
to his hips, he dragged Katelyn into his arms. By God, her gown weighed her
down. Even for a man of his strength, he felt as though he were carrying a
heavy sack of grain rather than a sylph of a woman.
Wading to the boat, he hefted her out of the water and
passed her to Logan. The man shook his head. “Sorry, Finn. We were concentrating
on not getting tossed about in the wash. ‘Tisnae easy holding such a small
vessel steady.”
“Aye, have no fear. ‘Twas my fault. The lass has clearly
had a shock and I should have been watching her more closely.”
Logan laid her in the bow while Finn clambered in. He
knelt by the lass and glanced up at Logan.
“She must have taken a hit to the head.”
“Aye, likely against the boat. Must have hit hard to
render her senseless.”
Finn nodded. “Let us get on our way. We can do no good for
her here.”
“Aye,” Logan agreed and backed away to help row the boat
from the shoreline.
Leaning over her, Finn studied the gash on her forehead
with a grimace. Poor lass. She’d have a mighty fine headache when she awoke.
The steady rise and fall of her breasts against the soaked green wool assured
him no permanent damage had been done.
“Ye’ll have to get her out of those wet garments,” Logan
called out behind him.
Finn clenched his teeth. “Aye, thank ye, Logan. I’m aware
o’ that.”
He ran his gaze over her. Damn his luck. He’d undressed
many a fine woman but none had ever been out cold and an unwilling partner. No
doubt the lady would be deeply ashamed he’d done as much. But he could hardly
leave her to die from exposure. If anything, his sister would have his head.
Fingers tentatively prying at the front of her bodice, he
forced his gaze onto the wood just behind her head. But the wet fabric proved
too hard to tug apart so he pressed his hands to her back and lifted her
lifeless form. Icy skin and sumptuous curves flattened briefly to his chest as
he fumbled with the ties at the back of her gown. By God, when had he ever
blundered like a whelp when undressing a woman? But he had to admit, though
he’d had little time to admire her and the swelling on her face did not reveal
her features properly, the flash of creamy skin was tempting enough. In other
circumstances—and had she been anyone other than a lady in distress—he’d have
enjoyed such a sight.
He had her face pressed into his neck as he pulled her
gown from her. Soft skin under his fingertips forced his breath to stilt. Only
the grunts of men rowing reminded him he was meant to be helping the lass and
not enjoying the moment.
Katelyn’s chemise and gown came away in one go and he
peered behind him, narrowing his eyes at the men. “Keep yer eyes away,” he
warned, “or I’ll be having yer heads.”
(oh my, fans myself and adds to mt TBH list R x)
(oh my, fans myself and adds to mt TBH list R x)
