Victorian Bride
Remember enough of the past… You may be able to control the future.
She shouldn’t be here… She doesn’t even know how she got here.
There is always the dream. Mya can’t recall all the details, but it wakes her up at night in a cold sweat with fear sending her heart racing.
Mya wakes in a bed she doesn’t recognize, in a house she doesn’t know. A woman tells her that they found her in their fields and have been taking care of her. As she gazes out the window, she sees a stag. A brilliant beast, white fur and strong, large antlers.
She also finds a scar on her shoulder that she doesn’t remember getting.
A grown woman with no memory, no family, no money.
Kayden McGregor, a Scotsman who seems more a Highlander, owns an estate near where she is staying. When they meet, there is a fire between the two of them—one that is impossible to tell if it’s furry or passion.
She resents him. He can’t bare to look at her. Or stop himself from staring when Mya pretends not to notice. Trapped, and yet somehow destined to be together.
“You were made to be with me, as I was made to love you. No moment in time can take that away from us.”
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