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The Bannockburn Spell
by Nancy Adams
With the help of a bet, an eight-hundred-year-old marriage contract, and a spell, ex-SBS soldier Will might just have enough in his arsenal to capture Meghan’s heart.
Since arriving in Little Glen, Scotland, Meghan Kennedy’s life has got decidedly more interesting. She enters into a bet with hunky ex-SBS soldier, William MacKenzie, discovers an ancient marriage contract and to top it all off, she learns that she had a spell cast on her…eight hundred years before she was even born. None of it matters, because she refuses to make the same mistake twice. Will’s hard body and sexy grin don’t matter, his beautiful hypnotic eyes don’t matter, and it doesn’t matter that every time they kiss her body calls out for his, as though denied of his touch for hundreds of years.
Ex-SBS soldier William MacKenzie is disciplined, trained to be an efficient soldier and he takes the same approach with his life as he does his business. Then Meghan arrives, with her fiery temper and hair to match, all he can think about is Meghan. Her feisty temper bemuses him, her beauty astounds him and her stubbornness annoys the hell out of him. Lucky for him, he doesn’t know how to quit, he can be just as stubborn and occasionally ruthless, and he will use any means necessary to get her. Of course the ‘means’ at his disposal just happen to be a bet, a marriage contract and an ancient spell, but if in the end Meghan belongs to him, who is he to argue?
“That’s right, you like to gamble, then how about a little wager?”
“A bet?” She narrowed her eyes. “What kind of bet?”
He crossed his arms. “I bet that you fall in love with me.”
“Yeah,” she snorted. “Like that’s going to happen.”
“Well, then this should be easy for you.”
She clicked her tongue.
“Not scared, are you?” He gave her pride a nudge.
She mimicked his stance. “What are the stakes?”
He smothered a smile. “If you win, you’re free from the contract. But if I win…” He lowered his head until they were nose to nose. “I get you.”
Will saw the doubt cross her face then decided to give her pride another poke, just enough to get what he wanted. “Think you can win?” Straightening to his full height, he held out his hand to her.
She eyed his hand suspiciously, then slid her smaller hand into his. “You bet I can.”
He held fast as she tried to pull back, running his thumb over the back of her hand. “Good.” He drew in her lavender scent. “You’ll forgive me if I don’t wish you luck. I don’t want you to win.”
Meghan’s mouth dropped open in shock and she snatched her hand away. “You’re an asshole.”
Will grinned. “I have my moments.”
Once again Hamish handed her another shot of whisky, she took it without so much as a thanks and again downed it as she had with the first. She swallowed the second shot hard and swayed slightly. Shoving the glass into Will’s chest, she waved the printed pages in his face…again. “I’m taking these.”
Will sighed, holding onto his patience at her last act of rebellion before leaving. Leaving! An unexpected annoyance filled him. He didn’t want her to go anywhere, he wanted her here, with him. As she turned, her hair flew over her shoulder and before he could stop himself he reached out, grabbing a handful of her flaming hair, stopping her. Stepping up behind her, he toyed with the silky strands. “Going home?” he asked softly.
“That’s none of your business.”
She was right, it was none of his business and he didn’t push her about it, but he needed to know. He squeezed his jaw. “Time’s up, Meghan, I’m done waiting.”
Except for the quick intake of air, she appeared unaffected by his warning.
Once freed, she straightened her shoulders and walked out of the door.
As Will watched her go, a sudden tension began building in his neck and shoulders. He could only assume that it was because Meghan was driving him crazy.
Someone coughed behind him, and remembering where he was, he stepped back to the bar and took a sip of his pint. Lowering his glass to the bar he looked over his shoulder at the spectators. Most had knowing grins and a few even chuckled. He called out, “So lads, I think I’m starting to wear her down? What do you think?”
Every soul in the bar raised their glass and cheered in agreement.
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I am a full-blooded Canadian, right down to the maple syrup running through my veins. I enjoy watching hockey, but despise skating...and the cold. I enjoy a good helping of Tourtiere with a side of Poutine as must as the next person, yet I am only bilingual when it comes to swear words. I am proud to say I survived my token shot of Newfie Screech, although I did refuse to kiss the Cod - that is never going to happen - and I openly admit, that I fell in love with the Rocky Mountains the first time I saw them.
I have many occupations written down in my passport, mom, wife, author...zookeeper! However, I have to say that writing is by far the easiest part of my day.
I have three small -but legal- addictions: bed lines, lavender, and books. All of which, are replenished on a regular basis. Reading into the wee hours of the morning, is one of many bad habits, next to spontaneously rearranging furniture and randomly painting rooms in my house.
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