Harris’ Reckless Heart by Christine Young

Posted: September 15, 2024/By: achristay@aol.com

Harris Frasier is faced with what she believes is betrayal to all she holds dear; a man who she doesn’t think can return her loyalty.

Title: Harris’ Reckless Heart

Sweet McKenna Book Ten

Author: Christine Young

Genre: Historical Paranormal Romance

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BLURB

The Highland Lass…

Harris Frasier was raised and adored by a devoted mother and father, zealously sheltered by her two older brothers. Harris is everything sweet and spicey, trusting and loyal until she is faced with what she believes is betrayal to all she holds dear within her heart. She gives her love to a man who confuses her. A man who she doesn’t think can return her loyalty. Given no viable choice, Harris is forced to follow him to London then on to his home near the Dover coast to discover she is correct in all her assumptions about his fidelity. He is a womanizer. Harris cannot abide a life with a man who will not remain faithful.

…The Sassenach Soldier

Stunned to discover the woman he will love forever then into eternity believes he is a cad and a philanderer. Ashton Wolcott realizes the uphill battle in front of him will worsen before Harris will learn to trust his word. He isn’t anything like the man she assumes him to be. Ash endangers all her previously held values. Even while he delights in her senses, she battles misconceptions. From the moment he first sees her sunning herself naked by the loch to the moment she runs after him begging him to compromise her, his captivating masculinity holds her in thrall. Within the shelter of his arms, she will learn all-encompassing passion, loyalty, and joy and the lasting power of love.

EXCERPT

What she wasn’t looking for was to see him wide awake, a smile forming on his lips. Heat flooded her. Silence circled around her, threatening more mortification if she could come up with a satisfying reason for being here.

Where she was.

She wasn’t.

Couldn’t be between his long muscular legs, her chin almost on his…

“Looking for something?” The low husky timbre of his voice shocked her. There was humor to his tone. “I’ll show you mine if you’ll show me yours.” His deep base chuckle sent vibrations thrumming.

Harris didn’t see anything humorous about this situation. Her chin rested a bit above his thigh. She swallowed down the lump of surprise. “You…you’re awake.”

“Never been asleep.”

“Is this new position, kneeling at my feet, something I would be pleased with? Are you asking forgiveness or praying? You seemed to spend a great deal of time staring at my crotch. If you say the right words…” He cleared his throat. “Never mind.”

Her face flamed more. How could he be so insincere? “Why would I do that? Stare at you…your…your…?”

“Crotch?” he added to her thoughts.

“No…well…don’t mean…” She pushed back giving herself much needed distance feeling disjointed. Awkward.

“Why don’t you tell me why you are on your knees staring at my crotch. Could be an interesting story. Would you tell the truth? Would you concoct an interesting tale? Hmmm….”

“I wasn’t…staring there.” If she could disappear without a trace, she would do so right this instant.

“If not staring, what were you up to?”

He sat up, catching her chin in his hand. His thumb brushed across her bottom lip, once, twice.

The touch seared… She was shaking. Trembling. “I’m cold. Looking for a blanket.” Take that you over…you arrogant Sassenach. “You ripped me from the festivities without a shawl or anything to cover myself.”

I’m not staring at your male parts. You just wish.

I do wish.

She wondered if the shock on her face showed. How did he know what I was thinking?

Ash patted the seat beside him before stretching out his arm. “I can keep you warm. Come here.”

He could do that. Heat her body to an inferno. She wasn’t about to give him that opportunity. Harris recalled how she burned when he touched her, stroked places on her body that sent a tempest boiling in her blood. She couldn’t give in to her hunger. Wouldn’t let him badger her into doing so.

“No.”

“Ah…well…a man can hope.”

KEYWORDS

Romance, Paranormal, Shapeshifters, Scotland, Scottish Highlands,

Historical, Time Travel

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