Highlander Romance Novels & Stories

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

"Jameson—" "I thought about bringing one of your romance novels," he said, cutting me off. "You know, to read as a bedtime story. The Highlander's Captive Bride seemed appropriate." Even through the pain and exhaustion, I felt heat flood my face. Or at least, I felt it try to. My face was too bruised and swollen to show much, but I knew my ears were flushing bright pink. "You're terrible," I muttered. "Maybe I'll bring one tomorrow," he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. "We can find out if the highlander really does ravish the heroine in chapter three."