Connor — L.L. Muir

“I hope this doesnae alarm ye,” he said, “but a verra, verra long while ago, I would have been considerably more interested in the gems around yer neck than in yer kisses.”
“My kisses?” The sparkle in her eyes and the roses on her cheeks led him to believe she had missed his confession altogether. “And now?”
He stared at her lips outright until he was certain she knew the answer. Then he replied anyway. “The only gems I see are on yer cheeks, in yer eyes…and presently awaiting the moist touch of yer tongue.”
He watched her struggle against his suggestion while they took their turn dancing in the center of the quadrille. She even bit her lips together to keep her tongue from escaping. But once they were back at rest, apart from the others, she turned her head away. When she turned back, her lips glistened.

She intends to be wicked...
Mercy Kellaway is finally ready to take her revenge on those responsible for her brother's death. But on the verge of success, a handsome Highlander makes her see that her motives are not nearly as honorable as she supposed. And if she doesn't frighten him away, this good Samaritan will get caught up in the maelstrom of her vengeance.

He's always been wicked enough for the both of them...
Connor Gray has never belonged among Culloden's 79. He never intended to fight for Scotland, and only joined the battle for an easy bit of glory. The battle was anything but glorious, however, and he's been stuck on the moor with 78 ghosts who were infinitely more heroic than he. And when he it is his turn to stop haunting and start proving himself, he insists that he will spend his precious bit of mortality on chasing women, heroic deeds be damned. Coming face to face with Mercy, however, has him changing his tune when it turns out his wicked ways might just be her salvation -- if the headstrong lass would only allow it!