A Dark Highland Magic · Hot Highlands Romance Book 4

The grit, beauty, and romance of 15th century Scotland come alive in A DARK HIGHLAND MAGIC.

Kat Martin, New York Times best-selling author, says Kelly Jameson’s Highland romance series is "filled with passion, intrigue, vengeance, and all-consuming love."

“Jameson's strength lies in her world-building...she demonstrates a solid knowledge of Highlands history and lore." BookLife Prize/Publishers Weekly

As a lad, Conall Maclean promised his father he'd always look for the magic, even in the dark times ahead for the Highlands. As a man and battle-hardened warrior, Conall is reminded of his boyhood promise when he discovers the prisoner in his dungeons, a small lad with fierce courage who tried to kill him on the battlefield, is no lad at all but a fiery-haired lass with the bluest eyes he's ever seen.

Kat MacDonald, skilled with a sword, had disguised herself and wounded the legendary Conall Maclean in battle before being captured. When it's discovered she's a lass, her captor treats her with unexpected kindness. Though fierce in battle, Conall Maclean is not the blood-thirsty man he's rumored to be. But Kat is wary of his kindnesses, expecting eventually to be punished by the tall warrior with midnight-black hair and searching hazel eyes. Unable to return to her own clan, she plans to escape Conall and live out her days in the bonny hills of Scotland, with only twigs, stones, and flowers as company.

Drawn to Kat because of her bravery and fiery beauty, Conall decides the only way he can protect her from both clans is to marry her. He will not send her back to the abusive laird Angus MacDonald, who often struck Kat and her brothers for any perceived slight. And if he does not offer her his protection by marrying her, she'll be in danger from his own clan.

Can two enemies taught to hate each other from the time they were bairns see beyond years of lies and mistrust? Will they fight what they feel for each other or learn to look for the magic, and let love lead them home?

EXCERPT from A DARK HIGHLAND MAGIC

A muscle in his jaw twitched. “I had dreams of ye, more recently.”

“Did ye dream of returning me to the Maclean dungeons? Of driving a stake through my heart? Of shackling me and taking me out to sea and throwing me overboard…or maybe….”

“I dreamed I kissed ye like this.”

He lowered his head and his mouth claimed hers. Kat found the hall and its dreamers and dancers falling away under the touch of his experienced lips. His arm went around her back and he pulled her taut against his wide chest while his other hand cradled her head. His arms were strong. He was in control, all man, authority and strength. His tongue was bold. Her breasts were pressed against his chest; his legs were iron hard muscle against her thighs. Of their own accord, her hands crept up around his neck and her fingers threaded his dark hair, which was still unbound. It was silky to the touch.

He pulled away. “We all need a home, Kat.” His breath was warm on her ear. “A shelter and a hearth. A cold cave filled with twigs, plucked flowers, and stones is no place for a lass like yerself.”

Her senses were returning and she balled her hands into fists at her sides while his eyes searched her face.

“Even though ours is a marriage of convenience, I can offer ye safety here. A home, of sorts. In time, as my wife, people will forget yer a MacDonald, and people will forgive ye.”

“Forgive me? What of the slaughter of my brothers? I will never forgive them for that!”

“I wish it hadn’t been so.”

Kat didn’t trust herself to speak.