Highlander's Seduction (The Matheson Brothers #3)

Nessa closed her eyes too as the magnitude of the moment rolled through her. As a seer, she’d been gifted with a skill she upheld to the best of her ability, to ensure her clan never faltered, and so too she’d look after Kirk and ensure he found his mate just as his brothers had. She wouldn’t fail the ‘power of three,’ just as they hadn’t failed her or their kin here during the recent battle to save the fae village farther along the loch. Because of the ‘power of three,’ hope now bloomed for their clan as never before.

Images fluttered at the periphery of her mind and a vision flickered into life. A young woman stood at the edge of the fae village’s pebbly shore, her white fur cloak wrapped firmly around her. ’Twas Cherub, the faerie king’s daughter. She’d never mistake her. Cherub was a close friend and a fae time-walker who was able to cloak her true form and become as one with the very air itself by taking on a mist form. Cherub could also sense when two were mated and ’twas her duty to bring those two together. That duty had been one she’d upheld for over a thousand years and across a wide divide of centuries. She was an immortal with flawless skin that sparkled like that of the stars she moved amongst.

Carefully, Nessa focused on Cherub as the lass raised her arms and allowed the wind to bring to her the secrets she needed to unravel. The wind rushed all around Cherub and the fae princess frowned and shook her head as if suddenly confused.

From time to time, Nessa could connect to Cherub when under the weight of a vision and in so doing they could speak to each other. Cherub was one of the few who she talk with in such a way, Murdock the other. She opened up her mind and spoke to Cherub. “What is wrong, my dear? A vision has shown me you, although I know no’ why.”

“Nessa, something is amiss. ’Tis to do with Kirk. I sense who he is mated to, and even though I’ve always known his mate was fae, this is the first time I’ve ever sensed exactly who she is.”

“And who is his mated one?”

At the dais, a commotion sounded and Nessa opened her eyes.

“I sense her.” Kirk pumped a fist into the air, his golden gaze flashing with fierce determination. “She’s at the village.” Firm words and all within the great hall cheered.

Nessa’s vision swirled again and she returned to Cherub. “Kirk senses his mate.”

“I dinnae know what to do.” Cherub paced the beach, her long golden locks swaying about her waist. “Nessa, I must ask a favor of you. Is it possible for you to keep Kirk from leaving the keep this eve? I need more time.”

“No one can halt a shifter from seeking out his mate, no’ even I. Who is his chosen one?”

“Me.” A shuddering breath left her lips. “What am I to do? I cannae take a mate, no’ when my duty to my people must come first. They need me, and I cannae forsake them now, no’ in these most urgent of times.”

“If you and Kirk are soul bound, then you are each other’s match in every way. No matter what your duty is, he is still your destiny.”

“Kirk is only one amongst the many who I need to care for.” A quiet look of longing crossed Cherub’s face. “I cannae choose him over all others. Look at what happened to Amelia. She is a time-walker and when she took a mate, she gave up her duty. That is something I cannae do.”

“Then what is your intention?”

“I will need to forego the bond, which will be downright difficult. Wish me luck, Nessa. I shall need it.” Cherub straightened her shoulders and blew her a kiss. “We will speak again soon.”

“We shall, although it isnae luck you need, my dear, but to no’ forget the depth of the mated bond. There can be only one…for both of you.” Nessa blew her a kiss in return and opened her eyes.

Surely the Fae Angel of Love wouldn’t be able to turn her mate away. Cherub was the very woman who hunted those who were soul bound and brought them together.

Kirk marched past her and flew out the door. Naught would stop him until he’d found his chosen one. He was a hunter of the most driven sort, which meant now Cherub had become the hunted. Aye, she’d need to keep a close eye on Cherub and Kirk over the coming days. Never would she allow Gilleoin’s future line to fall into extinction. The ‘power of three’ needed to ring with their greatest strength, and for that to occur, all three brothers had to find their mates and complete the bond. Kirk was the last, although not the least.





The Seer – Murdock Matheson


Matheson Castle, led by Murdock Matheson, the Chief of Clan Matheson, a man with dual shifter-fae blood, Scotland, current day.



Murdock Matheson paced the water’s edge of Loch Alsh, his current frustration riding him hard. It had been days since his last vision and he detested not seeing his daughter, Isla, and the three warrior brothers known as the ‘power of three,’ who’d traveled with her over eight-hundred years into the past.

Mere days ago, the ‘power of three’ along with their mates had successfully saved the fae village from the MacKenzie chief’s attack and now their shifter clan held more hope for their future than ever before.