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The Highlander’s Heart

Lady Isabelle escapes her murderous English husband only to be abducted by a Highland warrior and held for ransom.  Her determination to break free from captivity is exceeded only by the passion growing between her and the Highland Laird.  David Campbell plans to hold Isabelle for ransom as an easy way to line his pockets and return her back where she belongs, but he is unprepared for a feisty English lass with a penchant for finding trouble.  Caught between rival clans bent on claiming the throne of Scotland, Campbell must choose a side, and a bride.  Standing on the brink of war, Isabelle may be his only hope to save his clan, and his heart.



Campbell dropped his sword and covered her trembling hand with his. “Hush now, ’tis over. The beast is dead.”

Isabelle stifled a sob and clung to her protector, wrapping her arms around his neck, her body still shaking from the fright. She took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. “’Tis not only the beast. It has been a horrid day. Ghastly wretched day.” She pressed her face into his shoulder, trying to keep from crying like a small child. He smelled nice for a barbarian.

“I understand.” The big man sighed. “My day has no’ been going so well either.”

“And yet you stopped to save me – twice. I should thank you.”

“Indeed ye should.”

“I wish I had something to give you to show my appreciation but I have nothing I fear.”

Campbell wrapped both arms around her waist. “I woud’na say that.”

Isabelle swallowed hard on a throat that had instantly gone dry. “I… I have no…” It occurred to her somewhat belatedly that she was in the middle of a forest with a man she did not know holding her close, and the only thing she wanted was for him to be closer.

“Would you accept a kiss as a boon?” she asked, surprising herself with her own boldness. She had been lost in the woods, attacked by highwaymen, and nearly gored by a wild boar, all valid justifications for this shocking lapse in propriety.

“Aye.” His green eyes smoldered.

With some hesitation she gently pecked his cheek with her lips. He frowned.

“You do not appear to like my kiss,” said Isabelle, frowning herself.

“I dinna ken ye would kiss like my Aunt Edna, God rest her soul. She used to pinch my cheeks to keep me from running and give me a peck like that. I warrant if I saved good ol’ Edna from a boar, even she might find a wee more passion.”

Isabelle could not suppress a smile. “I do apologize for kissing like Aunt Edna, how dreadful.”

“We’ll ne’er speak o’ it again. And to show ye how forgiving I can be, I’ll give ye another chance.”
Heat crawled up the back of her neck. She was acutely aware of all the parts of her that were touching all the parts of him. Very wrong. Very nice. She went up on her toes and lightly gave him a peck on his lips.

“Thank ye, Edna.”

She scrunched her nose. “I am not your sainted Aunt.”

“Then stop acting like it.”

She grabbed either side of his head and smashed her mouth to his. She came away breathless. It was the single boldest thing she had ever done with a man. “There! Not Edna.”

He looked up at the sky, considering. “Better, I grant ye. But still with an Edna quality.”

“Oh! You are a wretched man to say so! Pray tell, how would you give a kiss?”

He smiled at her, his eyes gleaming. “Since ye have asked, I will give ye some instruction.” He leaned down and brushed his lips across hers, soft and tempting. He kissed her sweetly on her lips, while massaging his hands up her back to her neck. It was achingly good. She arched back into his touch and a small “Ahhhh,” escaped from her lips. He kissed her again, caressing her open mouth with lips and, shockingly, tongue. She had not known such a thing was possible and leaned into the kiss, the rest of the world slipping away.

When their lips finally parted she took several short breaths, trying to remember who she was and what she was doing.

“Not Edna,” she said, stepping back from him, trying to regain some composure.

“God rest her soul.” He made the sign of the cross.

“Sainted woman she was.” She also made the sign of the cross.

He raised an eyebrow.

“To tolerate you, she must have been.”




"it was funny, fast paced, never boring and everything was written with vivid details." ~ Romance Book Junkies

"[T]he plot never falters, and fans of Highland romance will appreciate Forester’s devotion to historical accuracy and effortless storytelling." ~Publisher's Weekly

"Forester continues her Highlander series with a delightful romp. With its large and wonderfully crafted cast of characters, a triple romance, colorful historical details and the mayhem and madness that ensues, the author entertains and amuses all." **** ~ Romantic Times

"Amanda Forester has written a very charming and captivating novel that is sure to please historical romance fans, with her strong character development and historical accuracy and sense of the time." ~Fresh Fiction

"The Highlander’s Heart combines intrigue, suspense, and pulse-pounding romance. From start to finish, the book takes the reader on an unforgettable journey with characters that come to life on the page. Amanda Forester has penned a novel that historical romance fans will thoroughly enjoy, with multiple twists and turns that will keep readers on their toes." Book of the Week ~Long and Short Reviews

"Amanda Forester takes the heart and soul of Scotland and turns it into words of emotion and sensation and downright impact. With HIGHLANDER'S HEART, Amanda shows off a talent at taking the reader right into history, living alongside her heroine, Isabelle, as she captures the heart of her Hunky Highlander, David Campbell. HIGHLANDER'S HEART is an engrossing, enthralling and totally riveting read. Outstanding!" - Jackie Ivie, national bestselling author of A Knight and White Satin