Sneak Peek

"What's a pretty girl like yourself doing out here in the woods all alone?"

"Don't call me "pretty girl." I have a name." Lanie instinctively reached for her dagger that she always kept on her belt.

"Oh, do you have a name? I thought someone as young and pretty as yourself must be from a brothel of sorts." The mystery man taunted her.

She felt her temper flare as hot as a flame. Like her Da had taught her, she drew her dagger and held it to the man's throat. "Aye, I do have a name. Lanie Fraser of Fraser's Ridge." She narrowed her eyes, the slanted cat-eyes she inherited from her father mixed with her mother's golden irises created the menacing look she was going for. "Now tell me, kind sir, what are ye doin' on my Da's land?"