The Bannockburn Spell
by Nancy Adams
With the help of a bet, an eight-hundred-year-old marriage contract, and a spell, ex-SBS soldier Will might just have enough in his arsenal to capture Meghan’s heart.
Since arriving in Little Glen, Scotland, Meghan Kennedy’s life has got decidedly more interesting. She enters into a bet with hunky ex-SBS soldier, William MacKenzie, discovers an ancient marriage contract and to top it all off, she learns that she had a spell cast on her…eight hundred years before she was even born. None of it matters, because she refuses to make the same mistake twice. Will’s hard body and sexy grin don’t matter, his beautiful hypnotic eyes don’t matter, and it doesn’t matter that every time they kiss her body calls out for his, as though denied of his touch for hundreds of years.
Ex-SBS soldier William MacKenzie is disciplined, trained to be an efficient soldier and he takes the same approach with his life as he does his business. Then Meghan arrives, with her fiery temper and hair to match, all he can think about is Meghan. Her feisty temper bemuses him, her beauty astounds him and her stubbornness annoys the hell out of him. Lucky for him, he doesn’t know how to quit, he can be just as stubborn and occasionally ruthless, and he will use any means necessary to get her. Of course the ‘means’ at his disposal just happen to be a bet, a marriage contract and an ancient spell, but if in the end Meghan belongs to him, who is he to argue?
“What the hell is this?”
Impatiently she unwrinkled the pages and held them up for him to see. He blinked, keeping his reaction to himself. The Contract! How in the hell had she got hold of it? He focused on it as she bit out again, “What the hell is this?”
He had made only one copy and it was sitting in the centre of his desk at home. Correction—Grace had made the copy. Grace Cameron. Son of a bitch.
“Will?” she snapped.
“I’m going to assume by your yelling that you know exactly what it is.” He kept his tone calm.
“This thing can’t… There is no way… You can’t be…”
He fought the grin pulling at his lips while she struggled with her words.
Hamish took pity on her and handed her a shot of whisky. “Here, girl, drink this, it will help calm you.” Heated green eyes flashed at Hamish. “I am calm,” she gritted out. Then took the shot glass and downed the fluid in one swift movement.
Will burst out laughing as Meghan gasped. The shock on her face was pure entertainment as she coughed and gasped. She was obviously not used to Scotch. He gave her a couple of hard pats on the back as she yelled, “Hamish! Are you trying to kill me?”
The bartender shrugged. “Just thought you needed the help.” Then placing both hands on the bar in front of him, he added with a merry tone, “Because the sooner you’re done yelling at Will, the sooner we can get back to Aberdeen at Dundee.”
“Well, I don’t need your help. And I’ll try to keep this brief so you can get back to your precious soccer game.”
Her attention was directed back at Will, when Stewart corrected, “Football.”
“What?” she snapped.
“It’s not soccer here, lass, it’s football.”
“Of course! Football. What was I thinking?” Meghan turned back to face him, more irate then before, thanks to Hamish and Stewart. Looking up at him, she poked him in the chest. “There is no way this contract is—”
“Possible?” Will supplied, looking down at her finger. “Oh, it’s possible and it will happen.”She was a brave lady to be poking him in the chest, the last person to poke him in the chest had ended up getting a few broken fingers for his effort. Except this wasn’t anyone, this was Meghan and he loved her feisty temper, it made him want to pin her to the wall and do wicked things to her. He focused on her mouth as he continued, “But how it happens is up to you.”
“How it happens? What do you mean how it happens? Nothing is going to happen,” she yelled, throwing her hands in the air.
He raised an eyebrow at her remark. This wasn’t how this was supposed to turn out, she wasn’t supposed to find out about the contract. He had decided not to use it after seeing her earlier. He wanted to win her on his own. But the time had come for Meghan to understand that he never gave up, or gave in, to anything in his life and he wasn’t about to start now. He would get what he wanted, and at that moment, he knew with complete certainty that he wanted Meghan.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
I am a full-blooded Canadian, right down to the maple syrup running through my veins. I enjoy watching hockey, but despise skating...and the cold. I enjoy a good helping of Tourtiere with a side of Poutine as must as the next person, yet I am only bilingual when it comes to swear words. I am proud to say I survived my token shot of Newfie Screech, although I did refuse to kiss the Cod - that is never going to happen - and I openly admit, that I fell in love with the Rocky Mountains the first time I saw them.
I have many occupations written down in my passport, mom, wife, author...zookeeper! However, I have to say that writing is by far the easiest part of my day.
I have three small -but legal- addictions: bed lines, lavender, and books. All of which, are replenished on a regular basis. Reading into the wee hours of the morning, is one of many bad habits, next to spontaneously rearranging furniture and randomly painting rooms in my house.
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