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Castle Brides, Book 2
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Knowing they’d hate you, would you deceive the person you love to protect them?
She neither wanted nor needed to marry.
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. That is, until a dangerously handsome, oddly familiar lord, rescues her off London’s docks the very day she arrives back in England. After succumbing to his kisses, and on the verge of giving him her heart, she discovers he’s been misleading her. And his deception has drawn her into treacherous international intrigue.
Even after two years, he couldn’t forget her.
Dually titled, Ewan, Viscount Sethwick and 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 the woman who captured his heart months ago—after a single waltz. As peril mounts, they flee to Scotland, the only place Ewan is confident he can keep Yvette safe. However, on the journey, he’s forced to declare her his wife to protect her from certain ravishment.
Incensed upon discovering the irregular marriage is legally binding under Scottish law, Yvette is determined to have the union annulled. Ewan’s just as resolute she’ll remain his wife.
Caution: This Historical Romance contains a lord hiding a devastating secret, an intrepid heiress with no need for a husband, an interfering busybody, and a Scottish clan you’ll wish were your kin.
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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.
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. She righted herself and crawled off the floor and onto the opposite seat. Reaching to grasp her bag, at the precise moment her rescuer bent to retrieve his hat, Yvette smacked her head on his square chin.
The man grunted in pain for a second time.
Dear Lord, I’ve injured him, again.
“Blast it all. I’m terribly sorry, sir.” Quite cross, she retreated into the shadowy corner of the plush carriage and rubbed her throbbing forehead. “Who are you?”
Peeking at him from beneath her lashes, she reached to straighten her bonnet. It hung askew off the side of her head, like a giant drooping peony. “How is it you came along just then?” She shoved it into place but the moment she removed her hand, it flopped over once more.
The stranger’s unrestrained laughter filled the carriage.
“Oh, bother it all.” Yvette’s patience with both her rescuer and the silly bonnet were at an end. She had no choice but to remove the dratted thing to reaffix it. Several strands of hair tumbled to her shoulders when she removed the cap from her head. Suppressing a shriek of annoyance, she placed the hat beside her. She then set about securing the wayward curls. Pinning the last strand in place, her eyes met those of her companion.
Momentarily forgetting her unanswered questions, she stilled, as did the world around her. The air hung suspended in her lungs. Her eyes widened in disbelief, her stunned gaze riveted on his face.