Excerpt of The Highlander's Folly by Barbara Longley

Meghan shut her eyes tight in an effort to block out what
had just happened, but the image was as real with her
eyes closed as it was with them open—and the memory every
bit as terrifying.

I killed a man.

Her gut lurched. She sucked in huge gulps of air and
concentrated on breathing, on the feel of the wet ground
beneath her palms and knees. She focused on anything
other than the gruesome images flashing through her mind.

Strong hands lifted her to her feet. Alarm lit her nerves
on fire, and she tensed to fight. Her eyes flew open.
Hunter had her. All the fight left her with a whoosh of
air from her lungs.

“Are ye hurt, lass?” his voice came out a gruff rasp, and
he gripped her arms so tight he’d leave bruises. His
worry-filled gaze traveled over every inch of her.

“No.” She shook her head, and a tear slipped down her
cheek. Next thing she knew, she found herself crushed
against his broad chest, his strong arms banding around
her with such force that all the energy she had left was
squeezed right out of her. Good thing he held her up,
because she couldn’t have stood on her own to save her
life.