One woman. Two ruggedly handsome highlanders. She loves them both. Fortunately for her, they are willing to share...
Leda MacGregor has harbored a secret love for handsome laird Duncan MacGregor since she was sixteen. When he blames her for his wife's death, she turns to his brother Ian for comfort.
Ian MacGregor finds his heart captured by Leda, his childhood friend. He desires her more powerfully than any other woman he has ever known until a cruel deception tears them apart.
Duncan MacGregor learns the powerful force of forgiveness from Leda and over time, grows to love her and desire her in a way he never thought possible. When his brother breaks her heart, he takes her for his own. When fate brings Ian back, he still loves Leda...
Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations some readers may find offensive: Menage (m/f/m).
Lady of Two Lairds was previously published and re-released with Ai Press.
He grinned and clinked his glass lightly against hers. “Cheers.” He tipped his head back and drained his glass in one swallow.
Gingerly, she took a sip of hers. She had never liked the acrid sting of whiskey and only ever took it medicinally. In spite of her distaste for it, the drink slid through her veins like liquid heat, leaving her body in a slightly languid state.
Ian put his glass down and refilled it. “Come on, Leda. You’re falling behind.” Humor touched his voice.
She smiled and took another tiny sip. Ian downed his second glass and set it back down on the table.
Leda waited to see if he poured another one for himself. Instead, he leaned one hand on the table, standing so close to her that part of her thigh pressed against his hip.
Immediately, she began to tremble and took another sip of her whiskey, a larger one this time.
Ian’s face was level with hers and he gazed at her. His hazel eyes had darkened again as he studied her. “I’ve never seen you with your hair down like that, not since we were bairns,” he said softly. His gaze traveled the length of her braid where it hung down, sloping over her right breast.
Her heart began to gallop and she felt naked, in spite of the wrap over her nightgown.
“No,” she murmured. “I suppose not.”
Ian levered his weight off the table and pressed in a bit closer. He brought with him the scent of the whiskey he’d drunk, mingled with shaving soap. “May I ask you something?”
Her heart quickened. “Of course.”
“Has anyone come to keep company with you? Any suitors, I mean.”
His question made her heart lurch. Never before had he shown any interest in her social state. “For me? No.”
Ian raised his eyebrows. “You’re kidding. I thought surely there would be several lads creeping ’round.”
Heat ignited in her belly and flushed straight up her neck and into her cheeks. The pulsing between her thighs resurged. “You’re the one who’s kidding, Ian. Me? Suitors? Come now. No one wants a lass who runs around in trousers and Wellies.”
Understanding flicked across his features. “Ah, that’s right.” The way he looked at her made her heart thump loudly. Since she had grown to womanhood, Ian was the first man ever to look at her with that soft shine that she’d seen in Duncan’s eyes whenever he looked at Cait, even in the presence of others. The room began to tilt and her head swam.
He reached up and brushed his fingertips along her jaw line. His touch made her shiver pleasantly. “Those articles do hide your beauty, Leda.”
His gaze moved over her face and hair, as if he had never seen her before.
He nodded. “Aye. You’re features are very soft. Very feminine.” The gold in his eyes darkened. “You even had me fooled.”
She swallowed past a sudden lump in her throat. “Wha-what do you mean?”
Ian moved his hand to her hair, smoothing his palm over it, and fingering the top portion of her braid. “I mean, you’re very lovely.” His hand came to rest on her hair, cradling her head gently. His eyelids hooded his eyes, which had grown dusky.
“Thank you, Ian.” Her voice escaped in a whisper. She was barely able to speak, the way her heart thrashed about in her chest.
He continued to gaze at her. “You’re twenty-one now. Why haven’t you had a coming out?” You deserve one as much as any other lass.”
“Cait wanted me to have one. I always refused.