Excerpt of Highland Vengeance: The Macleans - The Highlands Trilogy by K.E. Saxon

"~Teaser~ So where're my weapons? Maryn was lying on top of him, her chin on her crossed hands, and her finger caressing his afternoon stubble. "I told you, the weapons will be returned to you for a price." Her lower lip protruded in a pout. "Did I not just pay your price? What more could you possibly want from me? A traveling minstrel show? Or, is it that I left you unsatisfied?" Lifting his head a fraction, Daniel opened one eye and looked at her. She had to know the answer to that—he'd nearly broken the bed frame in his exuberance—but, clearly she'd resorted to sarcasm in order to show her irritation. In fact, he could almost see the steam coming from her ears. He hoped that she never grasped how often he teased her—for, most of the enjoyment was in his ability to make her blood boil believing he was in earnest. But, his mind had yet to begin functioning at full tilt, making it impossible for him to quickly think of another, more innocuous, "price" for her weapons. Resting his head back on the pillow, he shut his eye and let out a false sigh of resignation. "Well, I suppose it will simply have to suffice. Your weapons will be returned to you after our evening meal." "Have to suffice!" she grumbled under her breath. "He likely will not be satisfied ‘til I've learned a few tumbler tricks in the bargain." Daniel grinned. The saucy image of her doing a somersault in the nude running through his mind. He knew she was on the verge of drawing blood, but could not hold his tongue. "Aye, that ought to do it."