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HE IS THE MAN SHE COULD NEVER HAVE LOOKED AT WITH MORE THAN A POLITE GLANCE…
Catriona McTavish longs for the Highlands where she lived until she was fourteen, before her English mother took her and her sister to London for the best education money could buy. After years away from her beloved country, she can take it no more. As an advertisement for a horse expert jumps onto her sight, she regards it as the ideal opportunity to visit her birthplace again and see the best horseflesh in the Highlands—all under a false name. She never imagined her future brother-in-law would take siege of her body and her mind, endangering her very soul, but her father has signed a marriage agreement between her sister and the commanding laird.
SHE IS THE WOMAN HE COULD ONLY KEEP IN HIS BED, NEVER IN HIS LIFE…
Fingal McKendrick has a problematic horse he needs to put on the mend. When he realises the horse expert he'd agreed to come and help his Arab stallion is a woman called Emily Paddington, he has an urge to send her packing; not only because she's a woman, but also because she's the most maddeningly confounding lass he has ever met. Beautiful, feisty, and utterly skilful with horses, she draws him in perilously. Despite the blistering craving she arouses in him, he must keep his distance, for he has agreed to marry another for a clan alliance.
WOULD THEY RISK A CLAN STRIFE TO GIVE LOVE A CHANCE?
Heat Level: Hot, Sizzling
EXCERPT
He measured her from her hatless, bun-coiled hair, down her coat-less riding habit to her boots. The bright cinnamon attention scalded every inch of her.
“Are you following the doctor’s recommendations?” His sudden change of subject had her eyes snapping on his.
Her mind reeled to get back on track with that onslaught of male energy tumbling down on her like a bucket of boiling tea. “Certainly.”
“How do you go about it?” he asked an octave lower.
Dark eyes widened on his, a furious tide of blush rising to her cheeks. “You mean for me to say—” She wished her high colour was due to embarrassment or even indignation, but it was something far baser, hotter. Unconfessed.
“Everything,” he clarified, looking down at her with a focus so intense it kept her enthralled.
Her lungs gulped rarefied air while her tongue darted out to moisten lips that had not been parched before he arrived.
Her lips moved, but no sound came from them. She breathed once more and tried anew. “I-I turn my back to the mirror.” she started hesitantly, her insides morphing into molten sensation.
His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Oh, yes, the mirror,” he rumbled, as if the piece of furniture held an inscrutable secret she could not fathom.
“I lift my-my—” If only this stammering was shame. She could not even use it as an excuse.
His stare became so fixed on hers that it felt almost hypnotic. “Your what?” he demanded.
“Chemise!” she was able to blurt out despite all the air clogged in her throat.
“You undress down to your chemise?” Silky and rough.
