Hiding a Wanted Highlander (Sailors of the Highlands #0) Read Online Olivia Kerr

Categories Genre: Historical Fiction, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Sailors of the Highlands Series by Olivia Kerr
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Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 50594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
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She saved him. Now they ask her to turn him in…

Evanna Mulholland is the only daughter of a struggling tavern owner. Growing up without a mother was hard, but after her father became sick, the lass has been trying to run a tavern all alone! Since she’s been raised around drunk men, she has become tough, but even she will be frozen with fear of what she will face next.
After hearing loud noises coming from one of her rooms, Evanna discovers a semiconscious wounded man who has broken in looking for shelter! The lass is unsure if she should throw him out or help him, but she realizes that he is hiding from someone, and leaving him outside would be like killing him.
Right away she begins to tend to the man’s wounds, wondering who he is. Unfortunately for Evanna, she learns that Fraser McLachlan comes from an enemy clan, and sheltering him is dangerous. As she moves upstairs to find Fraser and talk to him, Evanna discovers that she had not locked him and he is now… gone!
When guards come at her place looking for an injured man who is a criminal, Evanna realizes what she has done. Now she must find Fraser and, before her father learns about it, she must make a hard decision. If she finds the wounded warrior, should she deliver him to the guards, or is there another side to the hunted man’s story?

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PROLOGUE

Fraser McLachlan was dreaming that he was lying in a soft feather bed beside a lovely maiden dressed in nothing but a filmy shift who was running her hands over every inch of his body. He had had a very hard day of chopping firewood and shoeing horses, as well as sharpening swords and helping to do some of the mundane tasks that had to be done in order to keep a band of twenty men and horses fed, watered and ready to take up arms at a moment’s notice. Being head of a company of the guard of Castle Burntstane was heavy work.

Accordingly, when he fell onto his blanket, he was sleeping the sleep of the just. Utter exhaustion claimed him, and he was blind and deaf to the noises of men’s voices and their footsteps until his beautiful dream was shattered by the blast of a strident shout in his ear.

The sound sent a dart of pain through his head, and he jerked upright to see a ring of hostile men’s faces glaring down at him, chief among them being his cousin Rowan McLachlan. He was grinning at Fraser with a malevolent glint in his eye, and when Fraser tried to stand up, he casually pushed him down onto the ground again. Then he stood in front of him, hands on hips in a cocky, arrogant stance.

Fraser jumped to his feet at once and looked down at Rowan. He had an advantage of five inches on his cousin, and he was much more heavily built. Even so, Rowan looked at him and began to laugh. He was a skinny man of medium height with piercing dark eyes and wild curly brown hair. However, he might not have been big, but he carried with him an air of authority that made all the members of the company, which should have been led by Fraser, follow him.

Fraser had always treated him with wary tolerance, never being rude but never being exactly friendly either. Nevertheless, he disliked his cousin intensely.

“Rowan!” he cried indignantly. “Is this yer idea o’ a jest? Because if it is, it is no’ very funny!”

“Really, Cousin?” Rowan asked, still chuckling. “Because from where I am standin’, it is hilarious!”

“Well, ye have had yer fun.” Fraser’s voice was grim. “Can I get back tae sleep now?”

Suddenly Rowan’s face became thunderous as he drew down his brows and narrowed his eyes. “No. Ye cannot,” he answered. He leaned down close to Fraser so that their noses were almost touching. “Ye are comin’ wi’ us, pal. We are goin’ tae have a wee talk, ye an’ me.”

Fraser saw the anger and hatred in his cousin’s deep, dark eyes, and for a second he felt a flicker of fear. What Rowan lacked in stature he made up in sheer spite, and he was not a good person to cross.

Before he could stop them, four of his fellow guards had taken hold of Fraser and marched him outside, then they tied his hands behind his back and slung him over the saddle of his horse, laughing as they did it. Obviously maltreating their commanding officer appealed to Rowan’s warped sense of humor.

“What is happenin’? Where are ye takin’ me?” Fraser demanded. His head was hanging upside down and felt as though it was going to burst with the heavy pressure of the blood flowing into it. As well as that, he was badly disoriented and nauseous as he saw the world passing by upside down, and it was all he could do not to vomit.


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