Excerpt of The Magic Knot by Helen Scott Taylor

Rose Tremain sat on the chair before Niall’s desk, his
Magic Knot cradled in her palm. She swayed slightly, her
eyes dazed and dreamy. His nerves sparked. Need for her
struck like lightning. He managed to suck in air, to
ruthlessly crush the feeling until his body calmed.

So, he had been right. Rose Tremain was more dangerous than
she appeared. She’d been sent to enslave him by capturing
his stones. If she thought he’d give in easily, she had
another think coming.

Silently, he walked forward and closed his hand over hers.
His vision blurred at the whip of sensation. Too late, he
realized his mistake in touching her. Gritting his teeth,
he fought the mental pull as she sucked his very essence
through their joined hands into a deep hidden part of her
that whispered of ancient magic and mystery.

Niall snatched up his Magic Knot and stumbled back. His
breath came in short gasps as he stared at her in shock.
Rose was the Cornish pisky Tristan wanted. How had she
stopped them from sensing the truth about her? That
deception alone proved she was up to no good.

Slowly, her green eyes focused on him. Confusion set tiny
creases between her delicate brows, then surprise chased
them away. She slapped a hand over her mouth.

“Aye, be afraid, little thief,” he whispered. “You’ll pay
dearly for your deception before I’m done with you.”