

My fated mate rejected me, and now he wants me back. I'd rather die.
I'm being held captive by my worst enemies, the Leo pack. My fated mate is their new alpha, and he says he has big plans for me. For us. But no matter how much the mate bond tries to convince me he's the one, there's another man I can't stop thinking about: the alpha of the lost pack. My new pack. Kaden thinks I went willingly with my mate and turned my back on him. I don't know if he's coming for me, but I'm not giving up 'til I find my way back to him—and to my new family.
I'm an Ophiuchus. I'm Moon Touched. And my enemies have underestimated me for far too long.
My fated mate rejected me—and now I've been captured by someone even worse.

An elite fighting force unlike the world has ever seen...
Scouring the darkest corners of the Highlands and Western Isles, Robert the Bruce handpicks ten warriors to help him in his quest to free Scotland from English rule. They are the best of the best, chosen for their superior skills in each discipline of warfare. And to lead his secret Highland Guard, Bruce chooses the greatest warrior of all.
The ultimate Highland warlord and a swordsman without equal, Tor MacLeod has no intention of being drawn into Scotland’s war against the English. Dedicated to his clan, the fiercely independent chief answers to no one—especially not to his alluring new bride, bartered to him in a bid to secure his command of the deadliest fighting force the world has ever seen. The treacherous chit who made her way to Tor’s bed may have won his hand, but she will never claim his heart.
Although her husband’s reputation is as fierce as his manner, Christina Fraser believes that something softer hides beneath his brutal shell. But the only warmth she feels is in their bed, in glorious moments of white-hot desire that disappear with the dawn. When Christina’s reckless bid to win her husband’s love goes awry and thrusts them into danger on the eve of war, Tor will face his ultimate battle: to save his wife and to open his heart—before it’s too late.
But Sophia Russell was brokenhearted when she lost him before and she sees no way that it can work out this time any more than it did before. Still, Edward’s seduction is something she cannot…will not resist. So she creates elaborate rules of their affair and hopes she can keep her heart separate this time.
Passion has always been easy for these two, but love will be hard. Especially when a terrible danger becomes clear and their fight for each other becomes one they may die from if they lose.


“You are, without a doubt, the most delectable creature I will ever have the pleasure of plunging headfirst into.”This is a short novella serving as a prequel to an upcoming book. And oh my goodness, I can not wait to read more about Katherine and Sebastian. There chemistry was electric and so passionate! Masked Innocence was very well written as it pulled me into not only the plot but also the passion developing between the main characters in a short one scene novella!
“You are, without a doubt, the most delectable creature I will ever have the pleasure of plunging headfirst into.”
Steam Hot, Historical Romance, Rake Hero, Titled Hero, Aggressive Heroine, Virgin Heroine, Hidden Identity
“I’ll thoroughly enjoy bringing you to heel.” A half smile tilted her lips as she unlocked the door. “Finding an heiress in a sea of them is quite the task. I do hope you grow to enjoy balls and the crush that comes with them. You’ll need some satisfaction to temper the disappointment.”
Even as she wanted to rail against his overprotectiveness and determination not to include her, part of her liked feeling small, safe, and protected against his chest.
That was the crux of his problem, he finally realized. He had known his feelings for Josie had changed, but he had not truly understood how much until now. The most startling revelation since their marriage—he wanted her to love him because somehow, he had already fallen in love with her.
“Who am I, Josie?” he asked, his lips hovering over hers. “My husband?” Confused, unsure of the response he wanted, the words came out a question. “My name, sweetheart.”

He’s determined to reconcile; she’s determined to pack his bags, but then, the magic of the Siren’s Retreat begins to steal over them both...
No. I have other regrets—I wish the baby had lived. I wish we hadn’t been so young when we married. I wish… many things, but I have never regretted being your husband.” And that, to his surprise, was true. He and Penelope had grown apart, but he esteemed her, desired her, and in some stubborn way, he loved her. She had been through the fires of sorrow and loss with him as nobody else had been, and that… that mattered.
For the next week, he would be the most charming, endearing, pleasant, soon-to-be-rejected husband in the history of husbands, and if luck was with him, Penelope would rethink this infernal annulment. He’d tried being patient. He’d tried allowing her to come to terms with her disappointment in private. He’d tried soldiering on. To blazes with all of that. The time had come to woo his wife, and the stakes could not be higher.

Despite their differences, she felt safe in his company. Protected, cherished even. They might argue with every other breath. And he might not always follow her counsel or wishes. But he listened. She was more than a pretty conquest to parade around. He saw the real her. He might not always approve. But he cared enough to look.
He loved her. He craved her. His life dulled to a meager pretense of an existence without her. And he was done fighting it.
What are you doing, Philip?” “I’m trying to get the woman I love to admit she loves me, too.” Her heart tripped fast enough it made her suck in a breath. “What did you say?” “I love ye, Alice. I have from the first moment ye looked at me with those laughing, bonnie eyes of yers. Ye blackmailed yer way into my life, and now I find I am yer very willing captive. I want ye with me, as my wife. At my home…well, on my land. I’d have to build ye a home, but I’d build ye one as grand as ye wished if it took me all of my days. Or perhaps at Kirkenroch, or at Glenlyon, or even in London if that’s where ye wish to go.
Steam
Not a lot of steam, it was a slow burn.
Tropes
"He spread his palm across her lower back to steady her, taking subtle possession. “You see, my darling heiress, I seek a kiss that says everything. The kiss to end all kisses. The kiss of the century. Why run the race if you’re not trying to win? That’s my rule. Or rather, my quest. That we don’t limit ourselves.” With his free hand, Roan cradled her jaw, tilting her head until her gaze pierced his. She stilled with the effort, like a feather coming to rest on a feather coverlet. “I want to show you that the heat we generate is enough to make anyone, even you, believe in the power of desire. What we do with it is up to us, I suppose.”
"You see, I’m not interested in half measures. From my friends, my colleagues, or my wife. No business agreements are going to carry us through. It’s love or nothing for me. You have mine, you always have, but I must have yours in return. Or I can’t do this, Hellie. I can’t.”
The MacGregor Lairds #2
Michelle McLean
“A kiss from such a lady would be worth more money than I have to give. And I am no’ such a blackguard as to force myself on an unwilling woman. I would be honored to kiss ye. In truth, ’tis taking considerable restraint to refrain from tasting these sweet lips.”
“He shook his head. “Oh nay, my lady.” He ran his hands up her arms and pulled her close. “If ye wish us to marry, ye will be my wife in every way. You will honor me.” He gently kissed her cheek. “And obey me.” He kissed the other cheek. “And keep my home in order.” His hand trailed down to rest against her neck, his fingers brushing against the pulse at the base of her throat. “And bear my heirs.” Her heart hammered in her chest, but before she could say a word, he bent to brush his lips across hers. “And ye will warm my bed every night without fail.” She couldn’t breathe. Her head spun. He’d barely touched her, and she seemed on the verge of fainting. The thought of what sensations he might draw from her within their marriage bed sent a tremor of anticipation down her spine. His mouth hovered over hers. “And you will enjoy every moment of it, I promise ye that.”
The plot was really well done; the circumstances were believable and the characters played into it perfectly. I didn’t get annoyed with either Malcolm or Sorcha with their many attempts to push the other away. There were enough secondary characters to move the story along, some of which became integral parts in the overall plot! Having Malcolm and Sorcha, unknowingly, kiss the night before their forced wedding allowed them to both realize they were attracted to each other regardless of their feud which made it harder for them to hate each other!"His breath was faster, more erratic. As was hers. When her hand slid to his thigh, he reached down and stopped her, covering her hand with his own. “Ye might want to stop there, lass. Unless ye’ve decided to explore the benefits of married life after all.” Her gaze shot to his and then back down to where the kilt he wore no longer lay straight across his lap and jumped to her feet, her heart pounding. “My apologies,” she stammered. He grinned at her. “Nay apologies necessary, lass. That was the best part of my day.”“Let it bide, love. We have our whole lives to explore each other. Rest now. Ye’ll need it.” “Will I?” “Oh, aye. I dinna plan on letting ye out of this bed for at least a week.” That sounded heavenly to her.
The Heroine
Sorcha Campbell is Scottish, buy grew up in the British court, so after being married and journeying far away to the Scottish highlands with no friends or family to an unfamiliar place, she is rightfully nervous. She adapts quickly and finds she enjoys a simpler life and their traditions and she starts to see it as her home. She has been so brainwashed by her fathers hate for the MacGregors that she is even slower to trust him than Malcolm is of her!The Hero
Malcolm MacGregor is a typical Scot, tall, muscular and red-haired, feared by everyone, but he is an honest, gentleman who has a sweet side once you get past his exterior. Even being forced to marry, he promises Sorcha’s father to look after her safety which he does on several occasions. His admiration and care for Sorcha is just so sweet and he truly does want their marriage to work because he would love to have a family and she also softens him.The Steam
There is one bedroom scene but, honestly, the romance and adventure was so well written and swoon that I didn’t mind at all!Stand Out Moment
Several scenes come to mind, but when Malcolm canes back from fighting and she stitches him up is probably my favorite!Who Would Like This
If you are looking for a romantic adventure set in the Scottish highlands, you can’t go wrong picking this gem up!I love when I am sad at the end of a book such as this one, so I am going to immediately start on book two!






