For the Highlander's Pleasure

Scotland, 1306

Violet of Caladan refuses to be any man’s prize, though her father insists she marry a warrior who can protect their land from a vicious killer. Highlander Finn Mac Néill has answered her father’s call for a champion to hunt the murderer, but it is Violet who catches the seductive warrior’s eye. She cannot long resist Finn’s sensual pursuit, blaming a faulty love potion for her heated response to him. But the longer she serves the Highlander’s pleasure, the more she discovers her own desires….

Dear Reader,

My joy in all things historical is rooted in my time in high school when I started reading books like Beowulf and Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. From there, I started reading about knights and King Arthur, devouring everything I could about the “Dark” Ages.

Beowulf remains a favorite piece and I couldn’t help but give a nod to it in For the Highlander’s Pleasure, where a famed hero answers the call to save a village from an outside threat. Of course, in my version, he falls in love while he’s in the process! I never could the knack of writing a story without a happy ending. And yes, lots of sizzle along the way. I hope you enjoy this sexy step back in time and thank you for reading!

Joanne Rock

About the Author

The mother of three sports-minded sons, Joanne Rock has found her primary occupation to be carting kids to practices and cheering on their athletic prowess at any number of sporting events. In the windows of time between football games, she loves to write and cheer on happily-ever-afters. A three-time RITA® Award nominee, Joanne is the author of more than fifty books for a variety of Harlequin series. She has been an RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award nominee and multiple Reviewers’ Choice finalist including a nomination for Making a Splash (Blaze #636) as Best Blaze of 2011. Her work has been reprinted in twenty-six countries and translated into nineteen languages. Over two million copies of her books are in print. For more information on Joanne’s books, visit www.joannerock.com.

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter One

Spring 1306

There was no magic in the herbs.

Violet of Caladan knelt at the riverside, her hands covered with stems and leaves that were wet after she’d plunged them into the chilly spring flow. She had known as much when she accepted the pouch of fragrant herbs from the wily forest sage who’d given her the makings for a love potion. But she had not realized there’d been a small, secret part of her heart that truly wished for such foolishness.

“You’ll catch your death,” her maid, Inna, groused. “Besides, you’ve no need of love when your da speaks of marriage to a Highland warlord. Instead of wasting a coin on an herb pouch, you would be wise to harden your heart and find a sturdy lock for your bedchamber.”

Harrumphing and tsking, Inna clutched her horse’s mane, making no secret of her hope to return home and ward off the chill the fickle April sun did little to alleviate.

“My father only wishes to protect me,” Violet reminded herself as much as Inna. The Earl of Caladan had all but lost his wits to the pain of an old war injury and the strong drink he used to soothe it daily. Yet he remained adamant that his only daughter wed a warrior who could keep the Caladan lands safe.

Yes, Violet understood her father’s plan to secure a strong warrior chieftain to protect her. That did not mean she had to like it.

But her preferences did not change the fact that danger lurked close to home. After many moons of growing speculation that the forests of Caladan harbored ghosts and unnatural beasts, a body had washed onto the shore of the riverbank as if spit out by the dense copse of trees. Lips tinged unnaturally blue, the victim did not have any visible wounds, though the pale corpse suggested some kind of bloodletting.

Violet shivered anew at the memory. She had not wanted her da to send armed men into the forest when she had friends like Morag who made their home within the woods. She refused to believe a killer dwelt within their lands, preferring to think the body came from a town farther upriver. No one had recognized the poor soul, after all. But her father was determined to flush the evil from the forests by hiring a champion to wage battle with the unseen threat.

“No mortal man can protect you against whatever demon beastie prances around a woodland fire each night,” Inna maintained, turning her mount in the direction of the keep. “Now I pray you hurry so we can wash off that godforsaken mess of plant matter ere the earl’s feast of gathering.”

Standing, Violet scowled.

“Do not remind me.” She resented the banquet to welcome warriors into the Caladan earldom. Her father searched not only for a champion to rid the woods of a vicious predator, but also for a husband for her. “You should return without me, Inna. It will take me a minute to wash this off.”