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Authors: Joanne Wadsworth
Highlander's Passion (The Matheson Brothers Book 2)
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There can be only one…for both of them.
Sent back in time to the year 1210 when their Highlander shifter clan first began, three identical brothers known as the ‘power of three’ must find their mates if they wish to save their future line from extinction.
Fae-blooded Arabel holds the deadly and rare fire-wielder skill, an ability that flares beyond her control when her shifter mate travels to the past and begins closing in on her. Unable to allow an intimacy with him for fear she’ll bring about his death, she enlists the aid of one of her fae kind to compel him, so that no matter how many times they might meet, each instance will be as if the first and all other times forgotten.
Highland warrior shifter Finlay Matheson is on a mission to find his mate and each time he meets Arabel, he falls inescapably in love. If only he didn’t keep forgetting her each time they parted ways. Determined and unwavering in his mission, when he is called to save Arabel’s village from being destroyed by her enemy, he races to aid and protect her.
Battling both love and land, Finlay must find a way for them to be together…and without perishing when they do.
Also by Joanne Wadsworth
The Matheson Brothers Series
Highlander’s Desire, (
Book One
)
Highlander’s Passion, (
Book Two
)
Highlander’s Seduction, (Book Three), Coming July 2015
Highlander Heat Series
Highlander’s Castle, (
Book One
)
Highlander’s Magic, (
Book Two
)
Highlander’s Charm, (
Book Three
)
Highlander’s Guardian, (
Book Four
)
Highlander’s Faerie, (
Book Five
)
Highlander’s Champion, (
Book Six
)
Highlander’s Captive, Novella (
Short Story
)
Magio-Earth Series
Protector, (
Book One
)
Warrior, (
Book Two
)
Enchanter, (
Book Three
)
Hunter, Novella (
Short Story
)
Bodyguards Series
Witness Pursuit, (
Book One
)
Bodyguard Pursuit, (
Book Two
)
Highlander’s Passion
by Joanne Wadsworth
Highlander’s Passion
The Matheson Brothers, #2
Amazon Author Page
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Table of Contents
Highlander’s Seduction, Book Three
Copyright: Highlander’s Passion
Acknowledgements
I have an incredibly supportive family who allow me so much time to write. Huge thanks go to my hubby, Jason, and kiddies, Marisa, Caleb, Cruise and Rocco. Hugs.
For my readers, I can’t thank you enough for joining me, and taking this journey to where imagination and magic soar.
Gilleoin – The Legend
In the twelfth century, a man named Gilleoin became the first and only known man to hold bear shifter blood, an ability gifted to him by The Most High One. His clan was called Matheson, and when he mated with a woman carrying faerie blood, they created a line shrouded in secrecy, a line that far into the future, now neared extinction…
The Seer – Nessa
The ancient House of Clan Matheson, led by Gilleoin, the Chief of Clan Matheson, Scotland, 1210.
As the midnight hour struck, Nessa, her clan’s fae-blooded seer, crossed the darkened inner courtyard toward the gate, her black fur cloak secured tight over her shoulders. Torches mounted on the stone walls spread their flickering glow across the stony ground and up along the battlements where double the number of guardsmen stood on duty in battle attire, their claymores holstered at their sides.
Restless after all that had transpired this eve, she hastened her step and passed through the arched gate then traversed down the winding trail toward Loch Alsh which reflected the beauty of moon’s glow on its white-capped waves.
On a fallen log, she perched and slowly bowed her head. So many thoughts consumed her mind. A seer’s life was never easy and she’d been gifted with a skill she upheld to the best of her ability, although none other than a seer could have ever foreseen the terrible battle about to ensue. Their enemy, the Chief of MacKenzie, would soon strike at their very heart and blood would flow within the village nestled farther along the loch. Some of the villagers, those directly descended from the faerie prince who’d wed their chief’s daughter two centuries past, held a touch of fae blood and as such also held rare and divine skills. Never would she allow her fae kind to be harmed, and thankfully earlier this eve she’d received aid in her mission, help that had miraculously come from another time and place.
Three identical warrior brothers of immense strength—Iain, Finlay, and Kirk—had traveled through a portal from the future into her time, three men who could shift shape into the form of the bear. They could draw claws and roar as Gilleoin and his two sons could. These three warriors, known as the ‘power of three,’ had also arrived with Iain’s mate, Isla, a fae-blooded shifter from the future, the daughter of Murdock, her clan’s chief and seer.
Over the years and the centuries separating them, Nessa had come to know Murdock through joint visions. They held the same beliefs and goals, although unfortunately in the future where he lived, Gilleoin’s shifter clan now neared extinction and required a new infusion of fae blood within their shifter line, an infusion she needed to make certain occurred.
Eyes closed, Nessa once again searched deep within her mind. Visions couldn’t be forced, but with this level of worry and anxiety rolling through her, it usually meant one was close to rising. Images teased the periphery of her mind and she grasped ahold of them.
Her granddaughter hurried through the forest nearby, her fae skill of fire flaring beyond her control, each step she took scorching the earth underfoot. Arabel raced toward an icy pool of water, fell to her knees at the edge and plunged her hands into the cool depths. Steam billowed into the air, and she slumped forward, her shoulders heaving as she gulped deep breaths.
Nessa’s sight swirled again with another barrage of images, her second vision coming hard on the heels of her first. Finlay, one of the three brothers who’d arrived from the future, jogged through the postern gate on the other side of the castle then dropped to all fours, and in a sizzling display made the Change. One massive bear with silky black fur lumbered into the woods, his beast restless as he pawed the ground then rose up on his hind legs and roared. His thunderous growl stated his frustration, that he searched for his mate and he wouldn’t leave this place until he’d found her.
For five long years Iain, Finlay, and Kirk had been searching for their chosen ones in the future. Iain had found Isla recently, but Finlay and Kirk’s search could only now truly begin, their women residing here in this time. Both brothers were now far closer to finding their mates than ever before, and all here wished to aid them.
With care, she returned her focus to Arabel. Her granddaughter still knelt at the pool’s edge in a cloud of steam, a sense of loss and frustration rolling through her.
“Why is this happening to me?” Arabel whispered into the dead of the night. “I’ve never lost control for no reason afore.”
Nessa would need to keep a close eye on Arabel. Not all was as it seemed, and that knowledge reverberated strongly through her. Aye, as she always would, she’d watch over each and every one of her kin, including the newcomers who’d arrived from the future. None of them need ever face their difficulties alone, not when she remained close by.
The Seer – Murdock Matheson
Matheson Castle, led by Murdock Matheson, the Chief of Clan Matheson, a man with dual shifter-fae blood, Scotland, current day.
Alone in the misty moonlight, Murdock Matheson paced the battlements overlooking the night-shrouded waters of Loch Alsh. Either side of the castle, the forest stretched for miles upon miles, providing their shifter-fae skilled clan descended from Gilleoin’s firstborn son’s line with the perfect level of isolation they needed from the rest of the world. As the seer and chief of his clan, he kept a constant eye on his daughter, Isla, as well as the three warrior brothers known as the ‘power of three’ who’d traveled through time with her to the year twelve-hundred and ten.
His daughter now resided over eight-hundred years in the past, and although he couldn’t speak to her, he still sensed her closeness even over the wide chasm of time. So too Iain would never allow Isla far from his side, not now they’d finally found each other and completed their mated bond.
Aye, what a mission they all now had ahead of them. Finlay and Kirk now searched for their chosen ones, a mission of untold danger as the coming battle with the MacKenzie loomed. Hell, he desperately wished he could aid his kin in saving their fae people, although glad he was for Nessa. The seer of ancient times would watch over them all, of that he had no doubt.
Gripping the thick stone crenellation, he brought Nessa’s image to the forefront of his mind. Visions came as and when they pleased, but he sensed one was close. With his eyes closed, Nessa’s image fully crystalized. She sat on a fallen log under a midnight moon before the very loch he too stood before, although so many centuries past. Her head was bowed and a black fur cloak covered her shoulders, a vision cloaking her mind. At times, if the same vision assailed them, they could tap into each other’s thoughts and speak across time.
With focus, he drew his attention on his ability and the vision Nessa was under. A half mile from Nessa, a young woman with long blond tresses knelt at the edge of an icy pool of water, her hands submerged within the cool depths and steam puffing into the air. A fire-wielder. The steam signified her attempt to cool herself, and her frustration and loss of control pervaded the air. Something was amiss.