Highland Pull (Highland Destiny 2) by Laura Harner, L.E. Harner

spot on the edge of the dresser that is positive for human blood. It’s small, but I think I got enough for a DNA match. If you get a suspect, you let me know, we can match type pretty easily. The finger prints are probably going to be no help, since just about every person who works here has been in that room in the last week.” The crime scene technician carried his equipment to the truck, leaving her alone with her thoughts.
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    They had been lucky to capture Liam, Marie thought. Even with his magick suspended by the potions she’d given him, he was a powerful man. No one was sure where he’d gone from the hospital courtyard, but true to form, he’d returned to his room just before dawn. The night concierge had gathered all the players before calling Liam’s room.
    “Sir, this is Andre, down in the lobby. I saw that you just returned, and I’d like to send a little treat to your room, on the house. If you like the sample I send, you may order more at any time by calling room service and asking for me. If it’s not to your liking, you might consider ordering something more suited to your particular taste. I have a varied menu.” He’d hung up before Liam had had a chance to reply. Andre wouldn’t have worried, he’d known what type of appetite Liam had.
    She could picture the scene, now. When Liam opened the door, he would have found a beautiful woman wearing a long black satin cape, black thigh high boots, and a leather bustier. He’d have no doubt immediately invited her in. She’d have glided into the room carrying a bottle of champagne, two glasses, and a lot of attitude.
    An hour later, they’d received word that Liam was unconscious, and the rest of Andre’s crew had gone to work. All record of him staying at their hotel was removed. Should Marie want to get rid of him, he would disappear without a trace.
    Now he was hers for the next two days, and oh, they looked to be very enjoyable days. And nights.
    Liam had briefly tested his bonds and his magick, but had acquiesced rather quickly when he’d realized it was futile to resist. Marie had made him her offer, and then left him alone for more than an hour to think over what she’d wanted. Now she was back, and dressed in nothing but a filmy white caftan that covered her completely, yet revealed everything.
    It was late afternoon, and the ceremonies would soon begin around New Orleans. She lit the candles while Liam watched, still tied face up on the bed. She approached him, gazing into his eyes. He never looked away.
    “What say you to my proposal, Liam? Will you cooperate?” She placed a finger over his lips to prevent his answer. Replacing her finger with her lips, she kissed him gently. He opened his mouth greedily, seeking more from her kiss, thrusting his tongue between her lips, making a growl low in his throat that she felt deep in her belly.
    She scraped her nails against his scalp and pulled his hair to bring his head forward kissing him harder. Their tongues battled, he tried to pull hers deeper into his mouth, then he pushed hard against her lips, to force his way inside. He began to thrust his tongue, in and out, blatantly imitating sex, while she sucked on his tongue, holding it before releasing it. 
    When she finally pulled away from the kiss, her lips felt swollen and his gaze was hot with desire. He strained against his restraints, arched his back, and pushed his hips up, drawing her attention to his impressive erection. Marie reached to untie one of his wrists.
    “Leave it,” he growled. “Take what you want.”
    She did.
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    Randi knocked on his backdoor, dressed all in white, knowing she looked washout and tired. Gabhran offered her a drink, and she took the ice-cold ale gratefully.
    “Can we talk, lass? About last night?”
    “No we can’t talk about last night, unless you have something to confess,” she snapped. “And, if you do, could you give me a head’s up, so I can read you your rights first. Otherwise, we