A Druid of Her Own: An Immortal Highlander (Druid Series Book 4) by Mandy M. Roth

invaded her nightmares.
    “Don’t wake up now. Don’t wake up now,” she chanted, sure this was the time she’d actually wake from the stupid dreams, now that she didn’t quite want to. The demon was nowhere to be seen and all that remained was Kennard. What girl in their right mind would want to wake up now?
    His brows met. “Maggie, lass, how are you here?”
    She gulped as the feeling of hope that arrived with the man dwindled quickly. It was as if someone opened a door and let all the good rush right out of the room. The dream took on an even more oppressive feel than any other had in the past, and that was saying something. Darkness and sadness swept around her, filling the very air she breathed. She hadn’t been aware that was possible. Whatever was happening was bad. Very bad. And ogling a hot guy in a kilt with an accent to die for wasn’t going to wake her up anytime soon.
    “Back to my first vote. Wake up, Maggie,” she chanted.
    It didn’t work.
    Suddenly, she found her legs able to move once more. The heat continued to grow to epic proportions and she could still feel evil lingering, as if lying in wait for the perfect moment to strike. She glanced around. Where was Athol? Where had the creepy guy gone? “Where is he?”
    Kennard visually scanned the area, his gaze settling back upon her. He tossed his hand in the air and just like that, the dark power that had been almost suffocating her dissipated. “Why are you here on the same plane as him?”
    Tipping her head, she eyed him. “What do you mean, same plane? Like plane of existence, kind of plane?”
    He nodded, his long hair moving as he did. It was then she noticed the tiny braids in it. Wow didn’t even cover it. The guy was wet-panty material and she’d been smart enough to dream him up.
    “Aye, ‘tis what I mean. Explain yerself, woman.”
    She put her hands on her hips and squared her shoulders. “ You explain yourself, hunk. You came into my shop and kissed me. Then you took off. I’ll have you know that I’m no man’s prank or joke. The next time your buddies put you up to a stunt like that, I’m going to hunt you all down in the middle of the night and stake you.”
    He tilted his head, seeming confused. “Och, lass, was nae a joke. Yer lucky my cousins pulled me away from you or I’d have ravished you like a ruttin’ beast.”
    She opened her mouth but found herself at a loss for words. It took Maggie a bit to realize her mouth was still hanging open before she snapped it shut.
    “I should have dreamed you naked. That kilt is a great touch. I must have added that because you’re Scottish, but really, naked would be better. Take it off,” she commanded.
    “Dreamed? ‘Tis nae a dream, lass. Are you daft?” he asked. “You want me to rut you here and now? We’ve a dark mage near us and you want sex? Lass, I admire yer spirit and fire, but I do nae think it wise we get to the act right this minute. I want to know how it is yer here on his plane.”
    “Huh?”
    He pressed his lips together and gave her a look that said her response to his “Are you daft?” question was explanation enough. He then grunted and continued to glance around at their surroundings, his posture suggesting he was expecting a battle.
    Taking offense, she huffed. “I’m here because I’m dreaming. I dreamed him up and I dreamed you here. I’m rethinking the kilt. Leave it on and do me hard.” She wanted to run her hands over the man and feel if he was as awesome as he looked. Sure, he had a few rough edges—namely his personality—but he would more than do.
    Kennard’s brows shot up and he bit at his lower lip, his gaze raking over her very slowly. Her body heated more with each lingering look. “You truly want me?”
    Duh!
    She swallowed hard and nodded. Even in her dreams she wasn’t about to be as free spirited with men as Maria was. “You’re okay . I mean, you’ll do.”
    “Okay?” he mimicked, his brogue thick.
    “For a