The Taming of a Highlander (Midnight in Scotland, #2)

by Elisa Braden

Broderick was not a monster. He was a man. One who had been tortured, wrongfully imprisoned, and nearly killed. One dearly loved by his sister, his family. He must be protected, whatever the cost.

So long as I’m alive, any man who seeks to harm ye will deal with me first. Ye ken?”

The way she looked at him, she didn’t seem to see the scars at all.

But I shall protect you, as well. With all my strength.”

Not a monster. Not … a monster. A man. My husband.” She keened. Seized. A

As we speak, I’m devising clever schemes to lure you into debauchery.”

“You know, there is only one man who makes me feel safe whenever I am with him. So, perhaps I should simply follow you about.”

“We’ve nothing in common. Further, you are much too tall. Too big. Too brooding. Not my sort at all, really.”

“When you are cold, I shall warm you. Your place is with me. Not there. Here.”

“You’re not there any longer. You are here.” She held him, kissed him mindlessly. Instinctively. “And when you sleep, I shall be your blanket.”

“I’ll nae tolerate yer pain, mo chridhe. Ye must glow for me. My heart. My light. ’Tis all I have to keep me sane.”