Highland Desire

By Erinn Ellender Quinn

In 1602 Scotland, a young widow traveling alone with her three-year-old daughter finds herself indebted to her clan's enemy after he saves her child.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erinn Ellender Quinn
• Release date: Dec 20, 2017

Erinn Ellender Quinn

Erinn Ellender Quinn is the romantic side of award-winning author Nia Farrell, a founding member of the Wicked Pens and a multi-genre author who is published in erotic romance, nonfiction, poetry, music, articles, and children’s books, with one documentary screenplay under her literary belt. She’s an old soul and a period reenactor who’s been into corsets for centuries, although she wears them more to Civil War events these days. Erinn has been involved in the metaphysical community for over twenty-five years. She is a Reiki Master and crystal healer whose work encompasses this and other lifetimes. Erinn was fortunate enough to meet her soulmate early on. She married her high school sweetheart, raised two children, and began writing at her husband’s suggestion. She has been published in erotic romance since 2015 (writing as Nia Farrell). Ride the Wind marks her debut as romance novelist Erinn Ellender Quinn.

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HIGHLAND DESIRE

by

Nia Farrell writing as

Erinn Ellender Quinn

HIGHLAND DESIRE

by Nia Farrell writing as Erinn Ellender Quinn

Copyright 2018 Anita Quick (aka Nia Farrell aka Erinn Ellender Quinn)

Adapted from

Rannoch Moor: One Soul’s Journey of Remembrance

by Anita Quick © 2014 by Anita Quick

Edited by Anita Quick

Cover Design by Crystal Visions

Stock Photography from periodimages.com

Formatting by Anita Quick

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Release Date December 24, 2017

Length 7,631 words

Long Branch Books

Shattuc, Illinois

DEDICATION

To the readers and fans who have encouraged and supported me from the start, regardless of what hat I’m wearing.

~ Erinn Ellender Quinn

akaNia Farrell akaRee L. Diehl

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Author Bio and Links

Titles and Links

CHAPTER ONE

The Gloaming

Rannoch Moor, Scotland

June 1602

It had been five years since Muirgheal MacDhùghaill left here, headed for a new life with a decent man who was her distant kinsman but a virtual stranger. Despite what her husband’s mother said, after entering into the marriage that her stepfather had arranged, she had never failed to perform her wifely duties. She would have continued to honor the bonds of holy matrimony, but death had freed her from her marriage and from the in-laws who had never shown her one whit of kindness nor acceptance.

She had never been good enough for their son—especially when she failed to produce an heir. Rather than have her daughter poisoned by her grandparents’ contempt, she had spirited Fiona away, taking only what else she and her maid-servant could carry. Although Elspeth had eventually deserted her, every step brought the two of them closer to people who loved her, parents who would welcome her and their grandchild with open arms into the only other home that she had known.

Looking at the far horizon, the mountains told Muirgheal that she was almost there.

Look, Phee. That’s where we are going. She pointed out the distant peaks to her fey child. Through the pass and beyond is a house, with a bed where we shall sleep. It was only a matter of getting there.

Their pace