Taken By the Highlander by Flora Ferrari

Angus:
I was a lonely man, a rough, brute o’ a man that earned his livin’ by his fists. I was a fighter, no’ a lover. That is until I met Leonora. I canna say how she stirred something deep wi’in me, but from that first moment, when our eyes met, I ken that I had to hae the bonnie lass for ma’ own. Aye, I lusted after her sweet, young body, but it was more than that. I needed to care for her, look after the lass, hae bairns wi’ her…love her… ‘til we grew old together.
But I hae nothing to offer her but ma’ heart. I am a man twice her age, wi’ out much o’ a future. But I must hae the lass, I canna wait to feel the taste o’ her sweetness on ma’ lips, the honey o’ her youth, and I will do anything I can to make her mine. I would fight to the death for ma’ lass.

Leonora:
I hae ne’er known anyone like him before, Angus Ross, the Highland Hustler. He is a real man, strong and handsome, no’ like the boys I ken back in Muir Ord. How can I explain to ma’ mother and father how I feel? They will ne’er understand, they hae ne’er felt how I feel. Seeing his rippling muscles, his bare flesh in the fighting ring has left me wanting more. This rough fighting man has stirred something deep wi’ in me, a longing and an ache that I canna bear. I must hae this man, be wi’ this man for always. I dream o’ his lips on mine, his arms around me. But ma’ father has other ideas, he wants me to marry someone else, a boy that is hardly a man. If I canna hae Angus Ross, then ma’ life willnae be worth living. Will ma’ dreams e’er come true?