The mist clung to the Scottish Highlands like a heavy velvet shroud, but for Elena, the chill was the least of her concerns. Standing before her, framed by the jagged peaks of Glencoe, was Lachlan MacKinley—a man who looked more like a storm personified than a Highland laird. With his broad shoulders draped in the faded greens and blues of his clan’s tartan and eyes the color of the restless Atlantic, he was the very definition of a temptation she couldn't afford.
This is a short story inspired by the romantic and rugged themes of Ese highlander es una tentacion by Jenny Del-hol. Ese highlander es una tentacion - Jenny Del-hol...
A slow, dangerous smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I am very much flesh and blood, Elena. And I think you’ve known that since the moment you stepped off the train." The mist clung to the Scottish Highlands like