THE BRIDE THE HIGHLANDER STOLE

ON MY WEDDING DAY, A HIGHLANDER DRAGGED ME FROM THE ALTAR. MY FIANCÉ WANTED ME DEAD. AND THE MAN WHO WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MY JAILER MIGHT BE MY ONLY HOPE.

My name is Moira Lindsay.

And I have a problem with men who think they have the right to decide my fate.

My fiancé wants to marry me. My mother has been locked away in a tower for six years. And I'm willing to do whatever it takes to free her—even if it means slipping out of my own wedding with a knife hidden beneath my dress.

What I didn't expect was for another man to get there first.

Alasdair Grant is a massive, dangerous Highlander with an infuriating amount of confidence and a talent for making me want to stab him with something sharp. He storms into my wedding, drags me out of the chapel, and carries me off to the Highlands as if I were a sack of oats he'd just bought at market.

He says he needs my help rescuing a little girl.

I need his help freeing my mother.

So we strike a bargain.

I'll show him how to get inside my fiancé's stronghold. He'll help me rescue my mother. Then we'll go our separate ways.

Simple. Sensible. Practically perfect.

Except for three little problems.

First: My fiancé doesn't want me back. He wants me dead.

Second: My captor has a dangerous habit of looking at me as if he can see straight through my lies, my knives, and my sharp tongue to the woman I keep hidden from the world.

Third: The more I get to know Alasdair Grant, the harder it becomes to remember that I'm supposed to hate him.

Because beneath all that brute strength is a man willing to risk everything for a little girl who's been taken from him. A man who keeps his word in a world where everyone else is willing to sell theirs. A man who doesn't try to tame me, even if he occasionally looks as though he'd love to lock me in a tower just to enjoy five minutes of peace.

And when the snow forces us to share shelter, when his hands catch me before I fall and his gaze lingers on my lips a little longer than it should, I begin to suspect that my captor isn't the real danger.

It's what I'm starting to feel for him.

But Haldane is hiding secrets that could destroy us all. The Highlands are on the brink of war. My mother isn't the woman I remember. And saving the people we love may cost us more than either of us is willing to lose.

Soon, I'll have to choose between safety and truth, blood and loyalty, the woman I've fought so hard to become and the woman I might be if I let myself love the one man I should never give my heart to.

Because one thing is certain: **They can steal my freedom, hunt me to the ends of the earth, and try to decide whom I should marry. But no one gets to decide whom