Highland Wishes Book 4
Faith is trusting the truth your heart knows
Danu, goddess of Wolfkind, has fallen for a mortal. Ever since fate thrust her into the body of a mortal woman, potent desires have plagued her. Surely, returning to her true form will cure her of the longing to fall into bed with the handsome King Magnus. Unfortunately, in her current state, she has no power to transform herself. Worse, she has no power to save her people from the wicked demigod intent on subjugating them.
King Magnus has waited fifty years for Seona, the human woman prophesied to become his queen and the mother of his heir. Now that he has her, she wants nothing to do with him. Until a terrible accident steals her memory. Where Seona once hated him, she now flirts with him. Where she once fled his protective custody, she now marvels at every nuance of life within his castle walls.
Magnus has been betrayed too many times to trust easily. Seona’s new behavior is suspect. But try as he might, he cannot deny his growing passion for her. Just when he begins to believe Seona will finally be his in every way, he learns a truth that rocks him to his core and puts his kingdom in peril. To save his people, he must rely on a new, fragile faith that challenges everything he thought he knew, and risk losing a love that transcends mortality.
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"I have read all three Highland Wishes books. They are each very different and don't really have to be read in order, but common threads run through each.
I love them all. If you love fantasy, time travel, shifters, fairies, but especially if you love beautifully written romance with happily ever afters, the Highland Wishes series by Jessi Gage is for you."
-5 star Amazon review, J. Harris
"Another beautiful romance by Jessi Gage. I was so glad to have Connie and Wilhelm's story after reading about them in the first book, Wishing For a Highlander."
-Goodreads reader Barbara
The King’s Highlander
Footsteps sounded on stairs of stone as Danu’s jailor descended to her.
Within her cell, she drew herself up to her full height. All she had left was her pride. It was the one thing Hyrk could never take from her.
“Good morning, my fair beauty.” His imperious voice penetrated the silence. The torches in the walls, ever glowing with crimson light, created slashes of shadows where rocks jutted from the dungeon floor. Hyrk sailed graceful around the obstacles, so familiar with the path, he could no doubt walk it blindfolded. Clothed in his usual finery, and smelling of lavender baths, he reminded her of the luxuries she’d once taken for granted.
Hatred pulsed in her chest. If she weren’t surrounded by bars of cold-iron, she would use that hatred to sear him where he stood. The immortal demigod wouldn’t die from it, sadly, but it would take him time to heal, time during which she would not have to suffer his presence.
“I have the most wonderful news, my dear.” He clasped his hands before his belt, looking positively gleeful.
She did not encourage him to deliver his news. Anything Hyrk considered good was sure to displease her greatly.
“Wolfkind’s population has finally, finally, dipped below six thousand! Isn’t it fantastic?” Beneath slicked-back hair the color of fresh blood, he positively beamed.
She closed her eyes against a wave of grief. In the absence of her blessing, her people had steadily declined in number, especially the women. Each death added thickness to the bars of her cell. Soon, wolfkind would be extinct, and she would be worse than dead, forever sealed inside a box made from her failure as a goddess.
“Of course, it doesn’t have to be this way.” Hyrk’s tone sank to slimy depths. “You have the power to free yourself. To save them. We will rule them together. As one flesh, joined by Sacred Tradition. What say you? Is this the day you hold to your word and become my wife?” The question was the same every morning.
As was her answer. “No.”