Page Princess: TO STEAL A HIGHLANDER'S HEART by Samantha Holt

Title: TO STEAL A HIGHLANDER’S HEART

Series: Highland Fae Chronicles #1

Author: Samantha Holt

Publish Date: 09.30.13

Publisher: Jupiter Gardens Romance

Category: Medieval Romance

Recommended for: 16+

Grammar/editing: B – a few small errors

Received from: the author (in exchange for an honest review) /Blog Tour

Goodreads: To Steal a Highlander’s Heart

Date completed: 09.29.13

Description from the publisher:

Alana sets eyes on Morgann for the first time in several years and what does he do? He captures her! But Alana refuses to go meekly with the sexy Highland warrior. Her kidnapping will reignite the rift that’s existed between the two clans since her father accused Morgann of theft and she doesn’t want to see her father harmed in the inevitable war that will ensue.

Unfortunately for Alana, the faeries seek to interfere with her plans to escape. The sidhe have a debt to repay and Tèile, the green faery, is determined to mend the rift between the clans for good. And that means ensuring Alana and Morgann marry.

Morgann has his own reasons for taking Alana and they are nothing to do with marriage or war. He wants to use her to reveal a secret from the past, the one that had him accused of theft. If only he didn’t find his childhood friend so attractive. When circumstances force them together, Alana’s life is threatened and war is imminent. Can Morgann reveal the truth without losing Alana? And will the faeries meddling help or hinder his cause?

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And then that hand was upon one of her breasts, comforting and teasing at the same time. He cupped her through the linen, rolled her nipple tight. He groaned against the crook of her shoulder and teeth nipped lightly at her skin.

"Ye taste so good," he murmured. "So good."

Alana arched to his touch and angled her hips into him. Hardness greeted her, his plaid gone, as an ache took hold, one that could only be ended by Morgann. The scent of damp skin teased as his wet hair brushed her cheek. He pulled away suddenly, hand still clasped over her breast, fingers remaining under her hair.

"I cannae do it." His eyes were hooded, dark with lust, voice thick and emotion filled.

Alana's heart dropped. She leaned her head back, let the air release from her chest and dropped her hands to her side.

"I cannae do it, Alana. I cannae stay away from ye. I wanted to protect ye, to be strong for ye... I dinnae think I can be strong anymore."

Relief streamed through her. He wasn't turning her down. She placed her palm over his heart, the thud strong, reassuring. "Dinnae be strong, Morgann. Just be ye. And kiss me."

He gave a groan of resignation and the hand on her breast advanced around behind her, bundled her against him. Lips moved roughly over hers, claiming, seeking. He coaxed her mouth apart and the damp heat of his tongue shocked her, forced her to grip his arms tightly. Sinuously twining with her tongue, he explored every recess of her mouth as fire built between them. The throb between her thighs became more acute, almost painful. She rocked her hips into him to get some kind of relief.

Morgann pulled her away from the wall and his hands roamed her body. The linen chemise offered little protection against his probing hands as he grasped her bottom, fingers trailing briefly between her thighs and back up. Alana kept her eyes closed as he manoeuvred her around the room, mouth firmly upon hers, until finally the edge of the table bit into the back of her thighs.

Hands gliding over the planes of his chest, she opened her eyes and reclined. She'd intended to study him, to relish the sight of firm muscles and crisp hair but to see him, so gut-wrenchingly beautiful, a vulnerable glint in his eyes, forced a surge of impatient need through her.

"Kiss me again," she begged, hooking a hand around his neck and tugging him down.

He did as she bid. His mouth moved sensuously over hers yet there was an aggression behind the kiss. A sense of him taking everything from her. But he gave back so much. His fingers pressed into her hip, massaging her flesh. She fidgeted, longing for those fingers to put an end to her agony.

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Alana and Morgann were best friends from the time they were children, playing games and telling secrets. Both families believed they would marry and join the clans. A witch interferes and causes a clan dispute. Her actions may have ripped them apart, but the faeries have other plans. When the sidhe has a plan, mortals don’t stand a chance.

Morgann and Alana are meant for each other. There was immediate, intense, and magical chemistry between them. The faerie, Tèile, was a funny, pivotal character, though kept low key. I thought she was a great little addition to the classic historical romance and quite funny. It is likely there was a bit of faerie dust built into this story!

I read this book in a single sitting. Thank God for lazy, Sunday mornings. I absolutely loved this book and will be reading more of Ms. Holt’s available titles.

Other Books from Samantha Holt:

The One Knight Collection

A Summer Siege

The Crimson Castle

The Angel’s Assassin

Borderland Beauty Series: