Betrothed four times.
Gwendolyn McClintock has resolutely slammed the door on romance and marriage. Intent on beginning a new life, she sells her beloved familial home in America and totes her orphaned niece and nephew to Scotland’s Highlands. But the grand adventure she promised becomes a tangled muddle when her coach accidentally runs down a powerful laird’s much-too-attractive, far-too-brawny brother.
A covert agent.
A confirmed, carefree rogue, Dugall Ferguson comes perilously close to being trampled beneath horses’ hooves. And the remorseful, deliciously tempting woman responsible for nearly killing him isn’t even aware of the peril awaiting her at her new home. Gwendolyn desperately needs protection, and though he’s on the cusp of realizing his life-long dream, Dugall rashly offers to aid the fiery lass.
Their futures collide.
Forced together in order to oust a would-be killer, irresistible passion erupts between Gwendolyn and Dugall. Dare she trust her traitorous heart one last time, especially to a known rake? How can he choose between his love for Gwendolyn and his desire to be a spy?
Read the sixth installment of the Highland Heather Romancing a Scot Series for a suspenseful Scottish historical romance awash with intrigue, seduction, and passion you won’t want to put down.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / HistoricalA low, muffled moan yanked Gwendolyn’s attention to the man before her. Upon his pale cheeks, his black-as-sin, wickedly lush eyelashes quivered.
Her own auburn-tipped lashes paled in comparison.
A typical woman would be envious of the thick, sooty arcs edging his eyes.
Gwendolyn wasn’t a typical woman.
She liked her red hair and her eyelashes’ coppery ends. Her freckles smattering her nose and cheeks, not so much.
A grimace contorted his face, and he groaned again, rolling his head from side to side. His pain couldn’t conceal the musical hum of his deep voice.
Bending near, she gingerly cupped his face on the unharmed side. She offered him a small, uncertain, yet reassuring smile. “Hush. Stop your thrashing. We’re going to help you.”
Gradually, as if the effort were monumentally difficult, he opened his eyelids, and Gwendolyn gasped as his gaze meshed with hers.
Mind-rattling, startling blue-green eyes, the color of a tropical ocean under a clear sky, held hers hostage.
A jolt of scorching electricity pelted to every pore, every nerve from knees to neck.
Even her nape hairs stood on end, twitching like an insect’s antennas, as if in anticipation.
Expectation. Recognition.
Of what, she couldn’t begin to venture.
“I didna ken angels had flames in their hair.” A melodic brogue framed his thickly whispered words.
A shuddery sigh shook him as his eyelids fluttered closed once more. A rueful half-smile hitched his mouth.
“Och. Shite. I’ve died an’ gone to hell.
