Novel Description
Douglass
McGrail is a Scottish water horse—his clan the deadliest in the British Isle.
When the shifter chooses to save—rather than eat—a young lassie, he never
expects her innocent face to mark his memory so strongly.
Months later,
he stumbles onto a perceived attack in progress and plays the hero once more.
He’s shocked to find the victim is the same lass who haunts his dreams.
Jinny Fairchild
is an English miss who’s come to the Highlands to live with her last remaining
family. She is pursued by her handsome older cousin, Lachlan Brockhouse, but he
has a dark side that lands her in the path of the mighty Douglass McGrail.
Douglass wants
Jinny for himself, yet discovers she is connected to the attacker she denies knowing.
He’s determined to find the truth.
Jinny loves
Lachlan, even with his dark side. And she loves Douglass, even with his dark
secret. Her heart is torn, but one thing is certain—no matter which of these
men she chooses, she will be choosing a monster.
Excerpt
Scottish Highlands, 1829
Douglass McGrail
The lass
sat shaking in the sand and tall grass wi’ her knees to her chest and hugging
her skirt to her face, as if to hide from all she’d just seen and been put
through.
I felt a
bit guilty as I didnae have to be so vicious wi’ her attacker, but something
had come over me and I wanted to teach the depraved bastard a lesson. Here I
was considering war for a mere
chance to get my hands on a female to cherish, and that damn fool was treating
this one so brutal.
Hoping to
comfort the victim, I tucked my kilt so as no’ to shock her even more and
squatted down before her. She dug her hands into the sand and scooted away from
me. The skirt fell, showing me her face.
“Ye
again—” The words stuck in my throat and all I could do was stare. Seeing her
face again was that staggering. She was as appealing to me as I’d remembered.
“Again?”
she said, her voice no more than a whisper. “When have we met, sir?”
“That day
those months ago, on the road—” I closed my mouth when she looked at me like
I’d grown another nose, and I realized my blunder.
I’d tried
to forget that encounter but could no’. ’Twas that chance meeting that got me
keen on finding a mate. I’d been intrigued by the bonnie lass on the cliff road
above, and was so angry when that careless driver nearly killed her. I’d wanted
to bite his bloody head clean off his body, but found there was no time for
anger, and realized I would have done anything to save the lass—a humanlassie I didnae even
know.
About the
Author
Anna Albergucci has always
had a vivid imagination. When she was a child, she entertained her mother and
anyone who would listen with the telling of her intricate dreams. Now she puts
that inspiration to paper, weaving her stories into deeply passionate characters
that live lives the rest of us only dream about.
Married to her high school sweetheart, Anna lives in Texas surrounded by her ever-growing family and her fur babies. She serves as president of Cisco Writers Club, and is the founder of a yearly writers' retreat she hosts at her estate each fall.
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