Release date: December 1, 2015
Genre: Historical Romance
Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca
He’s the terror of the ton...
The plan is simple:
1. Descend from the Highlands to face the aggravation of a London Season;
2. Foist his wild sister off on some gullible English lord;
3. Retreat before the ladies of the scandalized ton can get any ideas.
Determined to see his hellion of a sister wed, Highlander Alexander Waters is willing to face anything—even the English. He just didn’t expect his own rough manners to cause such a riot…or for a blooming English rose to catch his eye.
Gently bred Catherine Middlebrook must find a respectable man to marry or her family will be ruined. She won’t allow herself to be distracted by Highland barbarians…no matter how her body may thrill whenever Alex is near.
Catherine wasn’t part of the plan, but as their battle of wills escalates, Alex comes to realize this “proper” English girl is as wild as the Highlands themselves...and nothing will stop him from having her.
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Ever since Christy English picked up a fake sword in stage combat class at the age of fourteen, she has lived vicariously through the sword-wielding women of her imagination. A banker by day and a writer by night, she loves to eat chocolate, drink too many soft drinks, and walk the mountain trails of her home in North Carolina.
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Miss Waters looked toward her brother, and when she saw that Alexander had his back to the both of them, guarding them like a sentinel, she reached into her reticule and pulled out a silver flask with her initials on it.
“My father gave me this before I left home,” Miss Waters said. “He told me to keep it, and my knife, always at my side. One never knows when one will need it.”
Catherine turned her back on Mr. Waters and looked at the pretty silver flask, intrigued. She wondered if she might get one of her own, and what it might contain.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Only a bit of the uisge beatha. It’s good for all that ails you.”
“Well, I’m not actually ill,” Catherine confessed. “Just out of sorts.”
Miss Waters looked shrewdly past her friend at her brother’s forbidding back. “Ah. An afternoon in that one’s company will do that. Here, have a nip.”
Catherine took the flask and drank deep, only to splutter at the heat and the bite of the drink. She did not know what it was, but it certainly bore no resemblance to lemonade. Still, she felt daring drinking it, and knew from the careful way Miss Waters tried to hide it from her brother that whatever it contained would annoy him. She drank deep one more time, before handing the flask to her friend.
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