The Meaning of Fate

<p><strong>I should've been afraid of the fearsome warrior riding atop his shiny black steed</strong> still cloaked in the rage of battle and cradling his younger brother's lifeless body. But when our eyes met the world fell silent and I could no longer breathe.</p><p></p><p>I'd never seen that striking man before but my body said otherwise.</p><p></p><p>As a healer in a quiet town on the Isle of Skye my days are spent preparing herbal remedies curing fevers and tending minor injuries-not treating warriors with fatal wounds or longing for the touch of a captivating stranger.</p><p></p><p>Lachlan MacLeod shattered that rhythm the moment he rode into my yard. Awash with guilt he barely spoke yet his intense gaze did with words that heated my skin.</p><p></p><p>When he returned the next day to thank me his voice melted away my fear. His fingers brushed my cheek. He stood too close. Then I told him my name-Isla Sutherland-and his eyes flashed with anger. Without another word he turned and fled leaving only a cloud of dust in his wake.</p><p></p><p>He wanted to despise me. Fate would not allow it.</p><p></p><p>Defying bloodlines betrayal and heartbreak we are drawn into an all-consuming passion.</p><p></p><p>But when tragedy strikes once more we must confront the truth of buried forgiveness... and trust in the power of a love bound for eternity.</p>