How
to Marry a Royal Highlander
The Renegade Royals # 4
The Renegade Royals # 4
By: Vanessa Kelly
Releasing June 30, 2015
Zebra
Blurb
Illegitimate
yet thoroughly irresistible, the Renegade Royals are leaving behind their
careers as daring spies for the greatest adventure of all…
At
sixteen, Alasdair Gilbride, heir to a Scottish earldom, fled the Highlands and
an arranged betrothal. Ten years later, Alasdair must travel home to face his
responsibilities. It’s a task that would be much easier without the distracting
presence of the most enticing woman he’s ever met…
After
one escapade too many, Eden Whitney has been snubbed by the ton. The solution:
rusticating in the Scottish wilderness, miles from all temptation. Except, of
course, for brawny, charming Alasdair. The man is so exasperating she’d likely
kill him before they reach the border—if someone else weren’t trying to do just
that. Now Eden and Alasdair are plunging into a scandalous affair with his life
and her reputation at stake—and their hearts already irreparably lost…
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Author Info
Vanessa Kelly is an
award-winning author who was named by Booklist, the review journal of the
American Library Association, as one of the “New Stars of Historical Romance.”
Her Regency-set historical romances have been nominated for awards in a number
of contests, and her second book, Sex and The Single Earl, won the prestigious
Maggie Medallion for Best Historical Romance. Her current series, The Renegade
Royals is a national bestseller. Vanessa also writes USA Today bestselling
contemporary romance with her husband, under the pen name of VK Sykes.
As she came
down the elegant cantilevered staircase, one of the doors off the entrance hall
opened and Gilbride strode out. When he looked up and smiled, Edie almost
missed a step. That charming smile did something peculiar to her insides,
something fluttery and warm. It was an unfamiliar sensation and her mental jury
had yet to rule on whether she approved of it or not.
“Good
morning, Miss Whitney,” he said in a friendly voice. Much too friendly
considering that the last time they’d exchanged more than two words she’d
called him a great Scottish oaf. She still winced thinking about it.
His smoky
gray gaze drifted over her figure, lingering with an appreciation that made her
blink in surprise.
“You’re
looking particularly lovely today,” he said as he handed her down the final
step. “I count myself fortunate to have you join me this morning. It’s been an
age since we spent any time together.”
And now he
was back to teasing her, drat him. He knew very well she’d been avoiding him,
and he clearly wanted her to realize that he knew. But she refused to play that
game.
“Mamma hasn’t
been well, the poor dear. She simply wouldn’t let me leave her side for a
moment.” She punctuated that canard with a melancholy smile meant to
communicate how trying the last few days had been. With any of her suitors, it
would have brought them to their knees with abject apologies.
Gilbride,
however, was made of sterner stuff.
He leaned in
close, towering over her, and his eyes gleamed with a wicked intent that
promised things she couldn’t even begin to name. Edie resisted the impulse to
retreat because she never took a step back from any man. To do so would be a
fatal show of weakness.
Besides, he
was only pretending to flirt so as to annoy her.
“Ah, lassie,
you can’t fool me,” he said, that seductive Scottish burr roughening his voice.
It dragged across her nerves, making her shiver. “I’m not one of those man-
milliners you lead around by the nose like docile geldings. I know very well
you’ve been avoiding me.”
She placed a
hand on his brawny chest and gave him a shove. He stepped back, not because she
could move him on her own—the man was a proverbial mountain—but because she’d
obviously surprised him.
“I do not
lead anybody around by the nose, and please desist using that absurd brogue. It
makes you sound like an actor in a second-rate touring company performance of Macbeth.”
He looked
stunned for a second then let out a deep laugh. If the brogue made her shiver,
the laugh was even worse. She almost hoped she was coming down with her
mother’s cold.
“Miss
Whitney, if you think my brogue is heavy, I doubt you’ll be able to understand
anyone at Blairgal.”
“That will be
something to look forward to, won’t it? Although I must say that so far I
haven’t had any trouble understanding the staff here at Breadie Manor.”
He took her
elbow and led her across the entrance hall to the front door, where a footman
in livery sprang to open it. Even though Edie had teased her mother about the
kilts and the bearskins, she’d been a tad surprised to encounter such superbly
trained servants, decked out in the finest livery. They wouldn’t be out of
place at Carlton House.
Truthfully,
she’d been rather hoping for kilts and tartans, or someone who spouted at least
a few lines from Marmion or The Lady of the Lake.
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