She's a strong-willed heiress. He's a powerful lord with a secret. Tempers and passion collide.
Yvette Stapleton has no need for a husband. Ever. Possessed of a fortune, she's determined to forge her own future without matrimony's confining bonds. Besides, she's yet to meet a man who doesn't find her wealth more alluring than her. Until she meets Ewan, the Viscount Sethwick, that is.
Ewan, also Laird McTavish of Craiglocky Keep, has one last mission before resigning his position as a covert agent: to oust a War Office traitor. He'll stop at nothing to succeed. Except exploit Yvette, the vixen who captured his interest months ago.
As peril mounts, they flee to Scotland, the only place Ewan is confident he can keep Yvette safe. However, on the journey, dangerous circumstances force them into assuming the role of a married couple. Incensed upon discovering the marriage is legal under Scottish law, Yvette is determined to have the union annulled. But Ewan's just as resolute she'll remain his wife...
This sigh-worthy Scottish Regency historical by a USA Today bestselling author will have you sitting on the edge of your seat! You won't be able to turn the pages fast enough to find out what happens to Ewan and Yvette next as their romance blossoms.
If you enjoy reading enemies to lovers and marriage of convenience love stories brimming with mystery and suspense, a dash of humor, and gripping emotion then you'll adore Collette Cameron's mesmerizing CASTLE BRIDES SERIES. Buy HIGHLANDER'S HOPE and settle into your favorite reading nook with your beverage of choice for a rousing romantic adventure you can't put down.
Though this book can easily be read as a stand-alone, most readers prefer to read the series in order.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / Regency
An Amazon bestseller, and #1 in Regency, Scottish, and Medieval, Highlander's Hope has 186 reviews with a 4.4 average.
He knew her?
Careening along, neck or nothing, Yvette peered over her shoulder. The men continued to chased her, only now, they were closer. There’s no help for it then. It’s either this stranger, or them. She had no idea who this ornate carriage belonged to, but she prayed he was better than the blackguards chasing her.
He knew her name and besides, she had her dagger. She released her bonnet which promptly plopped onto her forehead. Doubtful but desperate, she extended her hand.
At once it was clasped in a strong grip.
Yvette jumped, lurching into the carriage. The momentum flung her, arms and legs splayed, across a very stylish, very male lap. Her valise thwacked the occupant alongside his head. Her squeal of surprise was drowned out by his grunt of pain.
“Oh.”
“Oomph.”
His hat toppled to the carriage floor. Through the black lace edging her bonnet, she glimpsed a tanned, hawkish face and midnight hair. Tangled in her skirts and shawl, she whiffed his spicy scent even as she tried to scramble off him. Levering herself upward, her hand pressed against his generous maleness.
Lord have mercy.
Cheeks reddening, Yvette released her hold on the satchel, and flopped onto the floor in an undignified heap. Her gaze flew to his face and darted away again before he looked up.
A low chuckle rumbled throughout the bouncing vehicle.
He was laughing at her, the cad. Who was he?
Her curiosity and gratitude faded into leeriness. Perhaps jumping into his carriage hadn’t been the better choice.
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