Excerpt from Wild Highland Wind

        "Och now," the deep voice filled the tent as a large form blocked the moonlight filtering in, "if it isnt the Macgregor's Lady Laird." Although his voice sounded somewhat familiar, Maggie could not place a name to the man standing in the entry. As he moved forward, she squinted her eyes trying to make out his features in the meager light. He was very tall. His head brushed against the top of the six foot six tent. His muscular chest and arms were massive, tapering down as her eyes dropped to his hips.
        Although free from the post, with her wrist still tied behind her back she would have difficulty fighting such a powerful man. Kneeling before her, the rippling muscles in his legs assured her that he was in prime condition for a warrior.
        A slight tremor was the only sign of fear as his hands moved toward her face. When he unbound the gag a soft sigh escaped her. The

tip of her tongue snaked out to dampen her dry lips. Her eyes widened as she met his gaze and felt the intensity blazing from them. He had to be the most handsome man she had ever seen. Raven black hair fell past his shoulders. His chiseled features were all male. Her fingers twitched with a need to trace the contours of his square jaw. His smile drew her attention to his full bottom lip and she wondered how it would feel to have those lips pressed against her own. Confused by the way her body was responding to this stranger, her heartbeat sped up and even breathing seemed more difficult.
        "How is it that I find the Macgregor lairdess bound and without any of her men?" His deep voice caused another tremor to course through her body.
        "Who are you?" her lilting voice was barely more than a whisper. Again her small tongue darted out to moisten her lips.