Angus MacAnalen fully expects to succeed his dead brother as Laird. But on the day of the Clan Council’s vote, a new lass steals his breath and his heart, making him question the ambition that drives him. When he begins to suspect she has a hidden talent that could help his clan, he must overcome the painful disappointment of the past before it costs him the future he desires.
A Lass in Exile
Because of her strange ability, Shona’s village banished her to live with a distant uncle after her parents died. When she catches the eye of the prospective laird of her new home, she fears the clan’s scrutiny may cause her to be expelled again, or worse. But Angus seems determined to win her heart, and Shona can’t help wanting to give it to him, despite the risks.
A Love Lifted out of the Ruins
Broken promises and broken dreams litter their pasts, and their present. Can they build a future from the ruins?
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“Blair’s new Highland romance thrills and excites! The sensual and charming hero, Angus, is a perfect match for the intriguing and fiesty Shona. An enchanting tale that had me eagerly turning pages. I thoroughly enjoy Blair’s work and recommend her Scottish love stories to all!” ~Eliza Knight, USA Today Bestselling Author
“Ms. Blair is a consummate storyteller, one who gives readers insight into Scottish legends, magic, and the love of their clan…her characters are always charismatic, energetic and endearing. Can’t wait for more from this magical author. – My Book Addiction and More!
When Highland Lightning Strikes is a pleasing blend of Celtic history, romance, and gently paranormal mystery…with characters who feel real, are pleasingly attractive and flawed…their love for each other grows enjoyably more clear as the story progresses…a well-timed love scene crowns the tale, keeping physical and emotional descriptions beautifully in balance. – Nights and Weekends.com
WHEN HIGHLAND LIGHTNING STRIKES Excerpt
“Angus,” he said. “My name is Angus.”
His voice stopped her from turning away from him. He sounded tired, perhaps even lonely. Or was her own sense of isolation reflecting onto him? Shona raised her gaze to his face. His dark eyes captured her, just as she’d feared they would.
“Angus,” she repeated softly.
His regard never left her face. Why did hearing his name from her lips mean so much to him? The moment she uttered it, his tension had evaporated.
She pulled away and moved around the table to take a seat on a low stool. She ate slowly, not speaking, waiting for him to say whatever he’d intended when he demanded she sit with him. He settled on the ground across from her and ate quickly, hungrily, which didn’t surprise her after the hard physical work he’d done that morning.
When the last of his bread had soaked up the last drop of broth, he set his bowl aside. “Tell me about yerself,” he urged. “Tell me about yer life before ye came here.”
Shona froze with a bit of bread halfway to her mouth. “Why do ye wish to ken?”
“Perhaps I enjoy the sound of yer voice,” he told her. “I’ve heard it so seldom.”
She ignored his flirtation and debated what to say. No one here knew her history, not even her uncle.