“Her back pressed against his chest, slick with sweat and tremblin’ with exhaustion, but still unyieldin’. “Damn ye,” Alyssa gasped between clenched teeth, her voice sharp as the ache twistin’ through her belly. “If I dinnae hate ye by the time this is done, I’ll eat my plaid.” Tryss’s breath hitched in a laugh. “Well, that’s nae very nice. Why say such things tae me when I love ye so?” RomanceScotlandHistorical RomanceBanterEnemies To Lovers RomanceMistaken IdentityFierce WomenLairdsScottish Highlands Romance Book:The Tartan Swap: A Highland Clan War Romance Source: The Tartan Swap: A Highland Clan War Romance