Highland Heather Romancing A Scot Series, #4
She can see the future. Dare she tell what she knows?
A determined Scottish lady
Seonaid Ferguson, a lady of Craiglocky Keep, is through with the London Marriage Mart. After learning she has the second sight, the haut ton attempts to exploit her abilities. Even though it means she condemns herself to spinsterhood, Seonaid sets a desperate course to rid herself of her gift turned curse. As she rushes home from England, a snowstorm strands her in a crowded inn with the last man she ever wished to see again. A handsome French baron who once thought her a courtesan. And just her misfortune, only he stands between her and certain harm.
A desperate French nobleman
Jacques, Monsieur le baron de Devaux-Rousset, ventures to Scotland to oversee his new investment; a silver mine near Craiglocky. Only a handsome profit will save his family’s destitute estate in France. But when the mine is beset with one problem after another, Jacques must instead search for an heiress to wed. He certainly should not be falling in love with the lovely, spirited sister of Laird Ewan MacTavish, a lass whose dowry is insufficient to restore his ancestral home. Nor should he consider, even for a moment, her risqué, but tempting scheme to rid her of the second sight.
A danger most dire
Matters are torn from their hands when a dangerous adversary vows to expose Seonaid as a witch, just as Jacques’s problems at the mine escalate into deadly violence. Is it by chance, or a dark design, that both of them are beset at once …? Dare Jacques and Seonaid throw caution aside and forge a future together?
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What the hell was he doing?
If the snow fight hadn’t brought him to his senses, how far would he have gone? Seonaid deserved better, and he couldn’t offer her anything but admiration from afar.
Kissing her breathless isn’t exactly drawing room decorum.
She wasn’t a loose trollop whose skirts he could lift for a few blissful moments and be done. She was the gently-bred sister of a man he admired, and who’ warned him away from her.
Giving her another soft kiss, he set her from him. “Forgive me, ma petite. My behavior is inexcusable.”
Cocking her head, her lips moist and reddened from his onslaught, she smiled shyly. “Don’t apologize. I enjoyed it. Very much, as a matter of fact.”
Dammit. Drawing upon Herculean strength, he managed to resist yanking her into his arms and taking advantage of the hay pile.
“As did I, but it cannot happen again. We must think of your reputation.” Jacques tenderly brushed a stray curl from her flushed cheek.
He should have considered that before he agreed to stay and watch the birth, but he’d been a selfish bâtard. Anyone could’ve seen them kissing through the window, though doubtful since they stood in the farthest, darkest corner. Nevertheless, he’d been alone in here with her far too long.
She continued to stare at him, as if she could see his soul and read his thoughts.
Mayhap she could. Had she known what would happen between them? She’d known about Freya. What else had Seonaid perceived and kept to herself? Such an intriguing, mesmerizing woman. And she couldn’t be his. Ever.
More laughter and shouting echoed outside, and again, snowballs pelted the building.
Best put a respectable distance between them, in the event someone entered. As he stepped away, she faced the cat family once more.
“Jacques, may I ask something of you?”
Unrolling one of his sleeves, he glanced up, his eyes hooded. “Oui, ma petite.”
She peered over her shoulder, an unfathomable light in her almond-shaped eyes. “I have need to rid myself of my maidenhead and wondered if, perhaps, you’d consider . . . ah, assisting me?”