The Sea Within
"Tell me te stop." Fury burns in his eyes as he kisses me. "Shout at me again te leave ye be."
"No." I fist my hands in his thick hair, the soft locks slippery between my fingers; in my urgency, I pull a little too hard, and he moans against my mouth, encasing me in his arms. He kisses the tears from my cheeks, licking them away, and desire surges low in my belly, dissolving my bones.
"Tell me to stop," Ewan repeats, panic rising in his voice. He kisses a frantic trail up my jaw, his lips finding mine again.
"If you stop, I'll run again, and you'll be forced to tie me down afterall." I don't realize how raw I am, how angry, until the words are out of my mouth, and I flush hot.
Ewan wrenches away from me, his eyes blazing in the darkness. His startled glare sends heat gushing between my legs. I'm breathless, my chest heaving as I stare up at him.
After the death of her mother, Ingrid returns to Scotland to take over the family bookshop for her ailing grandmother.
One stormy night Ingrid is working among the stacks of ancient books when the shop is visited by a mysterious highlander with eyes as dark as the Scottish night. But it isn't his divine beauty that takes her breath away - it's the shock and fury that burns in his blazing eyes as he looks down at her. She feels as though she's looking at a ghost, raising the tiny hairs on the back of her neck.
Ingrid soon discovers her ghost is named Ewan MacLennan, and he's is a long-time patron of the bookshop. A very long-time patron . . . for Ewan is inexplicably over 100 years old.
The more she learns about Ewan and his heartbreaking past, the more of a mystery he becomes. He seems to always show up when she's in need, but Ingrid can't understand why one moment she feels the wrath of his icy disdain and the next he's kissing her fiercely. Who is this beautiful man, who sparks desires in her she's never before felt? And what other secrets lie behind those shimmering dark eyes?