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THE SCOT’S BRIDE by Paula Quinn
THE SCOT’S BRIDE by Paula Quinn
BOOK INFORMATION
Title: The Scot’s
Bride
Author: Paula Quinn
On Sale: October 31,
2017
Series: Highland
Heirs, #6
Publisher: Forever
Format: Mass Market
Paperback
Price: $7.99 USD
AN IRRESISTIBLE SCOUNDREL
Highlander Patrick MacGregor likes his life just the way it is. Fighting for his coin, enjoying a woman's charms, and bearing no responsibility at all? Aye, that's the life for him. That is, until Patrick sees her-a raven-haired beauty with eyes as dark as midnight. Patrick swore never to fall in love. Not even with a lass as wild as he...especially when she's from a rival clan.
AN UNDENIABLE DESIRE
Charlotte Cunningham knows Patrick is trouble the moment she sets eyes on him. Her only goal is to escape the possibility of marriage. Any marriage. But as the summer days turn into sultry nights, enticing her beyond reason, Charlie is forced to choose between the freedom she craves and the reckless rogue she can't forget.
Highlander Patrick MacGregor likes his life just the way it is. Fighting for his coin, enjoying a woman's charms, and bearing no responsibility at all? Aye, that's the life for him. That is, until Patrick sees her-a raven-haired beauty with eyes as dark as midnight. Patrick swore never to fall in love. Not even with a lass as wild as he...especially when she's from a rival clan.
AN UNDENIABLE DESIRE
Charlotte Cunningham knows Patrick is trouble the moment she sets eyes on him. Her only goal is to escape the possibility of marriage. Any marriage. But as the summer days turn into sultry nights, enticing her beyond reason, Charlie is forced to choose between the freedom she craves and the reckless rogue she can't forget.
Excerpt
Charlie caught the subtle shift
of his gaze toward her when she glared at him, doing her best to keep her eyes
above his chin and ignoring his long, sculpted physique and broad shoulders.
Was he speaking to her or her captor?
Dunbar laughed at his offer.
“You don’t even carry a sword.” He looked him over. “Or even a place to hide
one.”
It was true. Charlie hadn’t
noticed it before. Patrick Campbell spoke like a Highlander and had dressed
like one when she’d first seen him at Blind Jack’s yet he carried no obvious
weapons.
“I dinna’ need one,” he claimed,
his amiable smile changing slightly into something more ominous.
Charlie knew it was true. He had
fought Hamish with no weapons other than his fists. What kind of Highlander didn’t
carry a sword? The kind who doesn’t need one.
Campbell moved closer to her and
the eight men behind her. His gait was wrought with ease and confidence while
her brothers and her father remained still.
“I’ll kill you for this,
Campbell,” Duff swore.
“That’s doubtful,” Campbell
tossed back without turning around. Instead, he looked at Charlie, now only a
few inches away, standing between him and her captor.
If there wasn’t a blade to her
throat, she would have taken a moment to admire him and all his hard angles.
“Untie me,” he said to Dunbar,
“and I’ll fight them all with no help or risk of injury to ye or yer men.” He
lifted his bound wrists up, close to Charlie’s face and the dagger at her
throat. “The Duke of Argyll will hear of how ye aided his nephew.”
Dunbar seemed to think it over
for a moment and then moved the dagger away from her neck to possibly cut
Campbell loose. But instead of waiting to be free, the Highlander moved in a
blur of speed snatching the dagger from Dunbar’s hand. In one fluid movement
that Charlie almost missed by blinking, Campbell, still bound and clutching the
hilt in his fingers, lifted his arms and then brought them back down to capture
Dunbar’s head between his forearms, and Charlie’s head between his thick
upperarms.
An instant turned into an
eternity while he pulled Dunbar closer, wedging Charlie up against his chest.
Time slowed as she looked up and he tiled his head to meet her gaze. She stared
into his summer-glade eyes—ringed by lashes that were that long—and the evidence
of Hamish’s wrath on his lip. His current wounds and an older one which had
broken his nose saved him from being pretty. His mouth crooked ever so
slightly—just enough to flash his dimple and completely befuddle her. A rascal.
That’s what he was. He was helping her. But why? Before she had to ponder it
further, the instant was over.
He hauled Archie Dunbar an inch
closer and knocked him out with a clean blow, forehead to forehead. He moved
quickly and lifted his arms to release Dunbar from his hold then gave him a
powerful kick in the guts to topple him over.
“Run!” He pushed Charlie behind
him and faced the rest of the Dunbars alone.
Duff reached them at the same
time and an instant before the stunned expressions on the faces of Dunbar’s men
wore off and they rushed forward.
“Give me your hands!” Charlie
commanded, tugging on Campbell’s sleeve. When he obeyed, she cut him loose
using her black blade.
The fool took a moment to smile
at her before she tucked the dagger back under her skirts.
Hendry finally joined the fight
but Charlie couldn’t take her eyes off Mr. Campbell in the melee.
ABOUT THE
AUTHOR
New
York Times
bestselling author Paula Quinn lives in New York with her three beautiful
children, three over-protective chihuahuas, and a loud umbrella cockatoo. She
loves to read romance and science fiction and has been writing since she was
eleven. She loves all things medieval, but it is her love for Scotland that
pulls at her heartstrings.
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