Series: Highland Talents #1.5
The Healer's Gift resolves the story of one of the most tormented characters in HIGHLAND HEALER. Coira MacDugall deserves the harshest punishment for her actions in the Highlands. But her clan's new laird, Logan, defies her expectations. And the Healer's gift changes everything she thought she knew -- about herself and her future.
Coira MacDugall paid with her life for her attack on the Highland Healer. But her victim did more than heal Coira's fatal wound that awful night. Now drowning in the unwelcome emotions of others, Coira wonders if her new empathic ability was meant as a gift or a curse.
Logen MacDugall must discover who killed three previous lairds if he hopes to survive for long in the position. He believes Coira’s new sense can help him root out the conspirators, but after her disastrous time in the Highlands, the last thing she wants is to get involved with another laird. Logen must help Coira gain control of her talent in time to save him and their clan from those intent on destroying MacDugall.
Can Coira believe this laird truly loves her? Or will her memories lead her to madness again?
Logen’s mouth on Coira’s palm had set her whole body to tingling. His kiss melted her bones. She held on to him, certain that she could no longer stand on her own. The fire that raged in him burned in her as well, making her weak. Making her forget who he was. What he was. She could feel nothing but the desire sweeping through him. It heated her blood, overwhelmed her senses, and made her bold.
“Dinna release me,” she warned. “I will fall.”
“Have I harmed ye then?” The concern in his voice was mirrored in the sudden cold fear that lapped at her senses.
“Nay, nay. Dinna fash.” The chill receded. Coira lifted a hand and cupped Logen’s face yet again. His gaze burned into her as if he was trying to read her mind. She knew he could not do that, but the idea that he wished to know her so well pleased her. “The opposite. Ye make me feel…things I’ve never felt before.”
Logen stayed silent, his gaze moving over her face. The feelings flooding through him seemed to well up from his soul. His unspoken longing brought tears to her eyes and threatened to consume her. Coira’s throat tightened as her own impossible longings escaped her control to blend with his.
He finally spoke. “Ye bring me peace. Did ye ken that? I desire ye, I canna hide it. But ye bring me peace.”
“Ach, Logen.” She kissed him softly while her heart broke in two. “Ye make me wish to weep.” He was completely open to her, strong and confident, yet all she sensed was his vulnerability. “No one has ever said anything like that to me. Has the Healer’s gift changed me so much, then?”
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