His Highland Temptation

HIS HIGHLAND TEMPTATION A MEDIEVAL HISTORICAL ROMANCE NOVEL MADDIE MACKENNA CONTENTS Join our amazing group Before You Start Reading… 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 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Epilogue Extended Epilogue Preview: Highlander’s Fated Bride 1. A Runaway Bride 2. A Replacement Is Found 3. The Wedding Also by Maddie MacKenna Loved this book? About the Author JOIN OUR AMAZING GROUP Did you know that there’s a special place where you can chat with me and with thousands of like-minded bookworms all over the globe?! Join Cobalt Fairy’s facebook group of voracious readers and I guarantee you, you’d wish you had joined us sooner! Let’s connect, right NOW! Just click on the image above! ⇧ ABOUT THE BOOK “I would allow ye anythin’ – ye only need to ask.” A once wandering healer, Megan owes everything to the O’Donnell clan. Until they force her to do the unthinkable: befriend their new, notorious Laird and find his weakness. But one gaze from him leaves her trembling with desire. After the news of his father’s death, Killian can finally return home. And nothing can stop him from claiming his rightful place as the Laird O’Donnell. Not even the seductive minx who keeps invading his thoughts… Becoming allies should be enough when Megan reveals everything to Killian. Yet his uncontrollable passion for her unveils to his enemies what they always wanted to know. His one and only weakness: Megan. BEFORE YOU START READING… The female protagonist of this book, Megan, is an apprentice to the healer of the O’Donnell clan. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t know all about plants and their medical uses. How would you like to get a taste of her knowledge? Here is a Historical Fact Sheet on Traditional Medieval Scottish Herbal Remedies which will help you understand and visualize the story inside my book better. Many of my readers requested it and that's why I am giving it away for free! I believe you will LOVE IT! It’s not mandatory to read it, but it will be really helpful if it's your first time with this book. Read all about Traditional Scottish Herbal Remedies here. Just click on the image above! ⇧ 1 SCOTLAND, SUMMER, 1490 “Foxgloves, dandelions, verbena, yarrow – now, what else? Aye, nettles, and peppermint… and perhaps some wild garlic. Oh… and lady’s mantle, too,” Megan Fraser said, glancing around the forest glade at the dozens of plants growing there amidst the dappled shade beneath the forest canopy above. She straightened up, picking up her wicker basket, already filled with dozens of different plants picked during her explorations in the woods that afternoon. She had just spied a clump of coneflowers, with their bright purple blooms, at the top of a grassy bank, and hooking her basket under her arm, she began to climb. “We need fresh stocks of everything. I’ve never seen the jars so low,” She said to herself, for the apothecary at O’Donnell Castle was low on supplies, and she had been sent out into the woods that afternoon to pick the necessary plants to make the medicines they needed. In truth, Megan was glad to be away from the castle, where the shadow of the old laird’s recent death hung heavily over life. But out here, in the shady coolness of the woods, such worries were forgotten, and Megan was at her happiest. She had almost reached the top of the bank and was stretching out to pluck at the coneflowers. But as she did so, Megan lost her balance and went tumbling back down the bank, the plants in her basket scattering everywhere as she let out a cry that echoed through the trees. For a moment, Megan lay staring up at the trees above her, dazed from her fall. Footsteps came hurrying towards her, and the face of Willow McGee, the old healer to whom Megan was apprenticed, looked down at her. “Are ye all right, lass? Did ye take a tumble? And for what? A few coneflowers? I’ve just picked a bunch of them by the stream over yonder, and I dinnae have to climb up anythin’ for them. Come now, sit up. Ye’ll have some nasty bruises if we daenae see to them,” Willow said, gently lifting Megan into a sitting position. There were no bones broken, or so Willow told her, but Megan had bruised herself badly, and Willow found a witch hazel plant, the flowers of which she pressed between her fingers to make a paste. “I was foolish to go climbin’ up there. And look at all the plants I gathered – strewn all over the glade,” Megan said, angry with herself for taking such a risk. “We can pick them up, lass. Tis’ nay problem. But are ye all right?” Willow asked, smiling at her as she rubbed the witch hazel ointment into Megan’s arms. “Aye, I’m all right. I was just thinkin’ of other things, I suppose. All this business with the laird. It’s all anyone at the castle talks about,” Megan replied, shaking her head. The old healer laughed. She had a kindly, weather-beaten face, and Megan had never been able to guess how old she was. Willow had been a healer all her life, and there was not a plant in the forest she did not know the usage of – or its name. “Because tis’ the only thing that matters at the moment, Megan,” Willow said, shaking her head. “But why? I never really knew the old laird. He was always shut up in his chambers. He never came out, and never admitted anyone, either. Why should we mourn a