Highland Sinner. Hannah Howell

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      HIGHLAND SINNER

      “Tell me of your dreams, Morainn.”

      “I told ye. I have seen naught of the killers or their plans.” Morainn was not surprised to hear how soft and breathless her voice was; being so close to Tormand made it impossible to think, let alone speak clearly.

      He touched a kiss to her temple, savoring the taste of her soft skin. “Tell me, Morainn, do ye dream of me? I dream of ye,” he whispered before she could answer.

      “I dinnae see why ye should.”

      Pull away, a voice whispered in Morainn’s desire-clouded mind, but she lacked the will to obey the warning. She knew she should immediately stop him from placing those feather-soft kisses on her face, each one of which added to the fire spreading through her veins. Instead of pulling away as all her instincts told her to, she moved even closer to him. When he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to his body, she felt weak in the knees from the waves of desire crashing through her. The man was the greatest threat to her virtue and heart she had ever confronted and yet she could not seem to care….

      Books by Hannah Howell

       THE MURRAYS

      Highland Destiny

      Highland Honor

      Highland Promise

      Highland Vow

      Highland Knight

      Highland Bride

      Highland Angel

      Highland Groom

      Highland Warrior

      Highland Conqueror

      Highland Champion

      Highland Lover

      Highland Barbarian

      Highland Savage

      Highland Wolf

       Highland Sinner

      Highland Protector

      Highland Avenger

      Highland Master

      Highland Guard

      Highland Chieftain

       THE WHERLOCKES

      If He’s Wicked

      If He’s Sinful

      If He’s Wild

      If He’s Dangerous

      If He’s Tempted

      If He’s Daring

      If He’s Noble

       VAMPIRE ROMANCE

      Highland Vampire

      The Eternal Highlander

      My Immortal Highlander

      Highland Thirst

      Nature of the Beast

      Yours for Eternity

      Highland Hunger

       Born to Bite

       STAND-ALONE NOVELS

      Only for You

      My Valiant Knight

      Unconquered

      Wild Roses

      A Taste of Fire

      A Stockingful of Joy

      Highland Hearts

      Reckless

      Conqueror’s Kiss

      Beauty and the Beast

      Highland Wedding

      Silver Flame

      Highland Fire

      Highland Captive

      My Lady Captor

      Wild Conquest

      Kentucky Bride

      Compromised Hearts

      Stolen Ecstasy

      Highland Hero

      His Bonnie Bride

      Published by Zebra Books

      HIGHLAND SINNER

      HANNAH HOWELL

      ZEBRA BOOKS

       Kensington Publishing Corp.

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      Copyright © 2008 by Hannah Howell

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      eISBN-13: 978-1-4201-0798-2

      eISBN-10: 1-4201-0798-4

HIGHLAND SINNER

      Contents

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Chapter 14

      Chapter 15

      Chapter 16

      Chapter 17

      Chapter 18

      Chapter 19

      Chapter 20

      About the Author

      Chapter 1

      Scotland—Early Summer 1478

      What was that smell?

      Tormand Murray struggled to wake up at least enough to move away from the smell assaulting his nose. He groaned as he started to turn and the ache in his head became a piercing agony. Flopping onto his side, he cautiously ran his hand over his head and found the source of that pain. There was a very tender swelling at the back of his head. The damp matted hair around the spot told him that it had bled, but he could feel no continued blood flow. That indicated that he had been unconscious for more than a few minutes, possibly for even more than a few hours.

      As he lay there trying to will away the pain in his head, Tormand tried to open his eyes. A sharp pinch halted his attempt and he cursed. He had definitely been unconscious for quite a while and something beside a knock on the head had been done to him for his eyes were crusted shut. He had a fleeting, hazy memory of something being thrown into his eyes before all went black, but it was not enough to give him any firm idea of what had happened to him. Although he ruefully admitted to himself that it was as much vanity as a reluctance to cause himself pain that made him fear he would tear out his eyelashes if he just forced his eyes open, Tormand proceeded very carefully. He gently brushed aside the crust on his eyes until he could open them, even if only enough to see if