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Series: Holland Springs #6
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publication Date: 7/9/14
Synopsis
Scottish Duke, Liam
Stewart, needs a wife and an heir before he can inherit the money he so
desperately needs to support his family, his staff, and restore his ducal
estates their former glory. Only ever since his ex-fiancée ran off with the gardener,
Liam doesn’t believe in marriage, or miracles, for that matter, until that is,
Isabella Edwards appears at his Edinburg townhome with the answers to his
problems.
Local preacher’s
daughter and former missionary, Isabella Edwards had the perfect life all
planned out. Marry her perfect fiancé, live near her family in Holland Springs,
open a bookstore, and have a couple of kids. Except her fiancé ran off to Las
Vegas with his widowed ex-stepmother, the bookstore closed before it could
open, and now… now, she’s pregnant after a one-weekend stand with hot Scot,
Liam Stewart.
To Isabella’s utter
shock, Liam proposes, but a marriage can’t last on desire alone. The problem?
Isabella and Liam are total opposites.
In fact, the only time they’re in agreement is in the bedroom. Desperate
to keep her reputation, she accepts. Her
only hope is that they can put aside their differences and let love bring them
together.
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She turned
excitedly to Liam as he returned from the bathroom and entered their private
room, practically bouncing in her seat. "Is this festival for the whole
town?" she asked, and then her jaw dropped. Liam wore a purple, green,
blue and red kilt, with a wide belt, a pouch made of fur and leather in the
middle, and a white button down shirt. His boots were polished and his socks
matched the material of the tartan.
"You're
wearing a kilt," she said, stating the very obvious.
"I'm
wearing the Chief's tartan. I'm the head of my clan." He tilted his head
at a cocky angle. "Most of the men attending today will be wearing
something like this."
"So,
you're finally wearing a kilt for me," she said with a little clap.
"Aye."
She wondered
if he wore anything underneath it at all.
He leaned
forward and dipped his head. "I ken what you're thinking, lass. And it's
true."
"What's
true?"
The sexiest
smile she'd ever seen curved his lips. "I'm not wearing a bloody damn
thing."
Oh. My.
Gosh. He was joking. He had to be joking. "What if the wind blows your
kilt up?" She licked her lips as she ran her gaze over him once more. She
had a feeling she would be doing that all day.
He shrugged
and then straightened. Then he did something that never in a million years she
thought she'd find sexy. Or maybe because she'd never thought she'd ever see a
man doing it. Hitching up one side of his kilt, he turned around and cast a
glance over his shoulder. "How do my legs look, lass?"
His legs? She could barely tear her gaze
away from his tight, muscular bare
butt. "You weren't kidding," she breathed.
"If I
wore anything under it, then it would be a skirt."
"We
can't have that, can we?" She had to look away. Only she didn't want to
look away. She didn't have to look away. Liam and his bare behind were hers. If she wanted to bite or smack one
of his cheeks, she could and he, the lusty man, would probably order her to do
it again.
He let the
material fall, and her lips drew up into a pout.
"I
wasn't done looking," she complained as he held out his hand. She took it
and stood on her feet.
"I
assumed you wanted to go to the festival today," he said, and she didn't
miss the gleam in his dark eyes.
"I
do."
"Then
you were done looking."
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About Marquita Valentine
New York Times Bestselling Author, Marquita Valentine, writes sexy heroes that
make you swoon and sassy heroines that make you laugh. She’s the author of the
bestselling contemporary romance series, Holland Springs, and the new adult
romance series, Boys of the South.Marquita met her husband aka Hot Builder at Sonic when they were in high school. She suggests this location to all of her single friends in search of a good man—and if that doesn't work, they can console themselves with cheesy tatertots. She lives in North Carolina in a very, very small town with Hot Builder and their two children.
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