title: To Kiss a Kilted Warrior (Claimed By the Highlander)
author:  Rowan Keats 
description: <b>Praise for <i>When a Laird Takes a Lady</i></b><br /><br />The magnetic attraction between Aiden and Isabail is intense and sensual, culminating in sizzling love scenes. Keatss ability to recreate medieval Scotland adds authenticity to this novel, which is rich with multi-dimensional characters and an engaging story.<i>Publishers Weekly</i><br /><br />Keats serves up a powerful story, proving that she is a master storyteller and a force in Scottish romancea wonderful, passionate romance.<i>RT Book Reviews</i><br /><br /><b>Praise for <i>Taming a Wild Scot</i></b><br /><br />A rich, exciting new voice in Scottish historical romance...A wonderful tale of passion, intrigue, and love.<i>New York Times </i>Bestselling Author Monica McCarty<br /><br />Lyrical writingand a strong cast of characters.<i>Publishers Weekly </i>
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  HIGHLAND BITE
  
  
  
  
  
  “As
  
  
  ye saw in your dream, I have the heart of a wolf. ’Tis said they mate for
  life.
  
  
  ’Tis one reason we always tended to marry within the clan, for we kenned they
  
  
  would live as long as we did. There are only a few ways to kill a Pureblood,
  
  
  and most of the half-breeds. The sun, too many wounds and too much blood lost,
  
  
  beheading, and a knife thrust directly into the heart.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Except
  
  
  for the sun, most of those would kill any mon,” Kenna said.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Aye,
  
  
  ’tis just verra difficult to give a MacNachton that many wounds.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “So
  
  
  I saw. So, one bite?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Aye,
  
  
  one bite and, as my mother says, a wee sip.” When she reached to undo her
  
  
  laces, he grasped her hand in his. “While we make love. In truth, ’tis just at
  
  
  that moment that I spill my seed inside of ye. As I give ye my essence, I take
  
  
  back a wee bit of yours.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “A
  
  
  blending,” she whispered.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Aye,
  
  
  a blending.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “When
  
  
  shall we do this?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “’Struth,
  
  
  m’lo