Her Enemy Highlander. Nicole Locke
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His eyes narrowed and he straightened a little unsteadily. ‘You’re nae going away…now, are you, lass?’
‘There’s been a mistake,’ she stated, her voice unsteady, just like her thoughts. ‘I’m…in the wrong room.’
Though he didn’t move any closer to her, his caress on her neck was light. She wasn’t free of him, but at least he wasn’t grabbing her and dragging her to his bed.
‘I doona think there was any mistake just a moment ago. You came to my room. Let me kiss you.’
His fingers made gentle circles, trailing down her neck to her shoulders and back up.
‘And before I was so clumsy you wanted me to kiss you…more.’
So true. All so confusingly true. But she needed the dagger—not this man, who caused her to want to go and stay at the same time.
I want to say the inspiration for Mairead and Caird’s story came from a fateful trip to Wales. But it didn’t. Not really. Caird is brother to Gaira, who is wife to Robert, who I saw grieving under a tree in Wales (long story). But that doesn’t explain much. Except that there are people in my head, and those people want their stories told. Now and all at once. So, although I intended to write about Robert’s friend Hugh, from The Knight’s Broken Promise (stay with me on the people!), I couldn’t ignore Mairead, who was about to do something mad.
Well, mad for the rest of us. Not for Mairead. She’s impulsive, she makes mistakes and she’s reckless. When her brother was killed she chased after the murderer. Since she was by herself, I rushed to tell her story in case she got hurt. When Caird showed up I thought, Oh, good, he’ll rescue her.
Unfortunately he hates Mairead, he is controlling and he only plays by the rules. When Mairead realises that Caird is just as insufferable and arrogant as the rest of his clan I knew Caird needed rescuing from Mairead.
Then they kissed. They kissed! At that point I gave up and told them to write their own story. I think they did. I don’t know; I’m afraid to look.
Her Enemy
Highlander
Nicole Locke
NICOLE LOCKE discovered her first romance novels in her grandmother’s closet, where they were secretly hidden. Convinced that books hidden must be better than those that weren’t, Nicole greedily read them. It was only natural for her to start writing them (but now not so secretly). She lives in London with her two children and her husband—her happily-ever-after.
To my husband—
you know what you did.
To my children—
who seriously should have known better.
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Scotland—September 1296
Mairead Buchanan tried to calm her heart and failed. She didn’t