Heating It Up, One Hero at a Time
Love Across the Ages…Seven best-selling and award-winning authors bring readers historical romantic adventures set in Medieval Scotland, Regency England, Civil War America, the Wild West, and Gilded Age America. We’re Heating It Up one hero at a time with Scottish Highlanders, Regency Rakes, Union Spies, Mountain Men & Sexy Smugglers.
This LIMITED EDITION BOXED SET contains seven sensual, full-length novels.
NIGHT STORM by Tracey Devlyn
A promising young apothecary picks up the pieces of her life, only to collide with the ruthless thief-taker who once shattered her dreams and her heart.
RAFE’S REDEMPTION by Jennifer Jakes
He rode into town to buy supplies, not a woman…
SECRETS, SPIES & SWEET LITTLE LIES by Tara Kingston
A heart’s destiny cannot be denied when a daring Union spy abducts a beautiful runaway bride he suspects of being a traitor.
THE HIGHLANDER’S TEMPTATION by Eliza Knight
A warrior on a mission is tempted by an alluring lass, and though she’s been forbidden she’ll break every rule for the pleasure of his intoxicating kiss.
CAMERON by Lane McFarland
To heal a warrior’s heart takes patience. But to resist a warrior’s
heart takes fortitude.
THE CAPTAIN’S TEMPTRESS by Averil Reisman
Blackmailing her way onto a ship of gunrunners bound for the Caribbean, Samantha Etheridge proves to be more than a mere opportunistic reporter to Captain Sean Nolan–perhaps even a first mate.
A ROGUE’S DEADLY REDEMPTION by Jeannie Ruesch
Proving his worth to the woman he loves might cost them both their lives.
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THE HIGHLANDER’S TEMPTATION – Eliza Knight
This is from the prologue of THE HIGHLANDER’S TEMPTATION (the hero and heroine are children in this scene, but it really sets the tone for the story, and I love it!)
He veered his horse to the right, galloping toward the boulder. A wee lass darted out, lifting her skirts and running full force in the opposite direction. Jamie loosened his knees on his horse and slowed. That was not what he’d expected. At all. Jamie anticipated a warrior, not a tiny little girl whose legs were no match for his mount. As he neared, despite his slowed pace, he feared he’d trample the little imp.
He leapt from his horse and chased after her on foot. The lass kept turning around, seeing him chasing her. The look of horror on her face nearly broke his heart. Och, he was no one to fear. But how would she know that? She probably thought he was after her like the outlaws had been after the man, woman and lad.
“’Tis all right!” he called. “I will nay harm ye!”
But she kept on running, and then was suddenly flying through the air, landing flat on her face.
Jamie ran toward her, dropping to his knees as he reached her side and she pushed herself up.
Her back shook with cries he was sure she tried hard to keep silent. He gathered her up onto his knees and she pressed her face to his leine shirt, wiping away tears, dirt and snot as she sobbed.
“Momma,” she said. “Da!”
“Hush, now,” Jamie crooned, unsure of what else he could say. She must have just watched her parents and brother get cut to the ground. Och, what an awful sight for any child to witness. Jamie shivered, at a loss for words.
“Blaney!” she wailed, gripping onto his shirt and yanking. “They hurt!”
Jamie dried her tears with the cuff of his sleeve. “Your family?” he asked.
She nodded, her lower lip trembling, green-blue eyes wide with fear and glistening with tears. His chest swelled with emotion for the little imp and he gripped her tighter.
“Do ye know who the men were?”
“Bad people,” she mumbled.
Jamie nodded. “What’s your name?”
She chewed her lip as if trying to figure out if she should tell him. “Lorna. What are ye called?”
“Jamie.” He flashed her what he hoped wasn’t a strained smile. “How old are ye, Lorna?”
“Four.” She held up three of her fingers, then second guessed herself and held up four. “I’m four. How old are ye?”
“Ye’re four, too?” she asked, her mouth dropping wide as she forgot the horror of the last few minutes of her life for a moment.
“Fourteen. ’Tis four plus ten.”
“I want to be fourteen, too.” She swiped at the mangled mop of blonde hair around her face, making more of a mess than anything else.
“Then we’d best get ye home. Have ye any other family?”
“A whole big one.”
“Dunrobin,” she said. “My da is laird.”
“Laird Sutherland?” Jamie asked, trying to keep the surprise from his face. Did his father understand just how deep and unsettling this attack had been? A laird had been murdered. Was it an ambush? Was there more to it than just a band of outlaws? Were they men trying to stop the secret meeting from being held?
There would be no meeting, if the laird who’d called the meeting was dead.
“I’ll take ye home,” Jamie said, putting the girl on her feet and standing.
“Will ye carry me?” she said, her lip trembling again. She’d lost a shoe and her yellow gown was stained and torn. “I’m scared.”
“Aye. I’ll carry ye.”
“Are ye my hero?” she asked, batting tear moistened lashes at him.
Jamie rolled his eyes and picked her up. “I’m no hero, lass.”
“Hmm… Ye seem like a hero to me.”
Jamie didn’t answer. He tossed her on his horse and climbed up behind her. A glance behind showed that his father and his men had dispatched of most of the men, and a few others gave chase into the forest. They’d likely meet him at the castle as that had been their destination all along.
Squeezing his mount’s sides, Jamie urged the horse into a gallop, intent on getting the girl to the safety of Dunrobin’s walls, and then returning to his father.
Spotting Jamie with the lass, the guards threw open the gate. A nursemaid rushed over and grabbed Lorna from him, chiding her for sneaking away.
“What’s happened?” A lad his own age approached. “Why did ye have my sister?”
Jamie swallowed, dismounted and held out his arm to the other young man. “I found her behind a boulder.” Jamie took a deep breath, then looked the boy in the eye, hating the words he would have to say. “There was an ambush.”
Jamie shook his head. He opened his mouth to tell the dreadful news, but the way the boy’s face hardened, and eyes glistened, it didn’t seem necessary. As it happened, he was given a reprieve from saying more when his father and men came barreling through the gate a moment later.
“Where’s the laird?” Jamie’s father bellowed.
“If what this lad said is true, then I may be right here,” the boy said, straightening his shoulders.
Laird Montgomery’s eyes narrowed, jaw tightened with understanding. “Aye, lad, ye are.”
He leapt from his horse, his eyes lighting on Jamie “Where’ve ye been, lad? Ye scared the shite out of us.” His father looked pale, shaken. Had he truly scared him so much?
“There was a lass,” Jamie said, “at the ambush. I brought her home.”
His father snorted. “Always a lass. Mark my words, lad. Think here.” His father tapped Jamie’s forehead hard with the tip of his finger. “The mind always knows better than the sword.”
Jamie frowned and his father walked back toward the young laird. It was the second time that day that he’d not agreed with his father. For if a lass was in need of rescuing, by God, he was going to be her rescuer.
1. What do you love about the era(s) in which you write?
I write in several eras within Scotland—the Braveheart era (13th/14th century) as well as the 16th century, and I absolutely love both time periods. First off, I love men in kilts (plaids) and castles. I love the lushness of the land. The sense of honor, duty. A lot of strife and tragedy fills the events of the time period, and I like for my heroes/heroines to overcome the odds—fight for what they believe in—and find love while doing it.
2. What one thing can readers expect from your books?
Readers can always expect to be whisked away to the Scottish Highlands and wrapped up in a tale of love, passion and adventure.
About Eliza Knight
Eliza Knight is the multi-published, award-winning, national bestselling indie author of sizzling historical romance and erotic romance. While not reading, writing or researching for her latest book, she chases after her three children. In her spare time (if there is such a thing…) she likes daydreaming, wine-tasting, traveling, hiking, staring at the stars, watching movies, shopping and visiting with family and friends. She lives atop a small mountain, and enjoys cold winter nights when she can curl up in front of a roaring fire with her own knight in shining armor. Visit Eliza at www.elizaknight.com or her historical blog History Undressed: www.historyundressed.com
Author’s Website: www.elizaknight.com
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I know and love the authors represented here in this author hop and Heating It Up anthology. It’s such a lovely thing for them to do before the holidays…so I can get my Highlander Fix for holiday reading! Yea! 🙂 Thanks for your contribution, Eliza.