The
Highlander’s Choice
Marriage Mart Mayhem # 5
By: Callie Hutton
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Entangled Scandalous
ABOUT THE BOOK~
The Scottish Highlands, 1815
Lady Sybil
Lacey is every inch an English woman. She's horrified her best friend is
wedding a barbarian Scot. For aren't
Scots naught but brutish, whiskey-swilling lechers? So to find herself secretly
attracted to the tall and devastatingly handsome Scottish laird of Bedlay
Castle is quite disconcerting...
Liam
MacBride is convinced that English ladies are silly sassenachs who
think of nothing but social events and clothes. So why is he intensely drawn to
Lady Sybil? All they do is quarrel...until loathing turns into undeniable lust.
A
tempestuous, fiery romance between an English lady and a Scottish laird cannot
end well.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR~
The USA Today bestselling author of The
Elusive Wife, Callie Hutton, writes both Western Historical and Regency
romance, with historic elements and sensory details (The Romance Reviews). She
also pens an occasional contemporary or two. Callie lives in Oklahoma with
several rescue dogs, two adult children, and daughter-in-law (thankfully all
not in the same house), and her top cheerleader husband of thirty-eight years.
She also currently waits with bated breath for the birth of twin grandsons.
Callie loves to hear from readers, and would welcome you as a friend on
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EXCERPT~
He turned
her in his arms and lifted, reclaiming her lips. She automatically wrapped her
legs around his waist, pushing her dampening center to his warmth. Without
loosening his hold on her mouth, he strode to the fireplace where he gently
settled her on the soft carpet. He stretched out alongside her, running his
palm over her curves as she faced him.
As his
eyes met hers, she rested her palm against his cheek. “I’m afraid.”
“Ach,
lass. Dinna fash yerself. I will never hurt ye.”
She shook
her head. “No. I know you won’t hurt me. I’m afraid of what this means if we
continue.”
“’Tis
simple, darlin’, and something we both kenned would happen. I want ye for my
wife. I want to bed ye every night for the rest of our lives, see yer wee body
swell with my bairn.”
“But I’m
still not sure,” she whispered. This was a serious step and the commitment she
would be making by allowing it to continue needed consideration. But her
thinking was muddled, all she could see was the man who made her insides melt,
and all she could think about was how much she wanted to experience what came
next.
An inner
voice warned they weren’t even in a private place. Suppose someone walked in on
them? Before she could push him away, he said, “Let me convince ye.” He leaned
over her on his elbow and caressed her skin, watching her with half lidded
eyes.
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