Virtue
and Valor
Highland Heather, Romancing a Scot # 2
Highland Heather, Romancing a Scot # 2
By: Collette Cameron
Releasing June 24, 2015
Soul Mate Publishing
Bartholomew
Yancy never expected to inherit an English earldom and had no intention of
marrying. Now, the Earl of Ramsbury and last in his line, he’s obligated to
resign his position as England’s War Secretary, find a wife, and produce an
heir. Only one woman holds the least appeal: Isobel Ferguson, an exquisite
Scotswoman. Brought to Scotland to mediate between feuding clans, he doggedly
woos her.
Disillusioned
with men pursuing her for her attractiveness, rather than her unusual
intellect, Isobel has all but abandoned any hope of finding a husband in the
Highlands. Not only does she believe Yancy no different than her other suitors,
he’s a notorious rake. She’s been told he’s practically betrothed. Therefore,
his interest in her cannot possibly be honorable, and so she shuns his
attentions.
When
Isobel is mistakenly abducted by a band of rogue Scots, Yancy risks his life to
rescues her. To salvage her compromised reputation, her brother and father
insist she marry him. Yancy readily agrees, but Isobel—knowing full well she’s
fated for spinsterhood by refusing his offer— won’t be coerced into
marriage.
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best-selling, and multi-published historical romance author, Collette Cameron, has a BS in Liberal
Studies and a Master's in Teaching. A Pacific Northwest Native, Collette’s been
married for thirty years, has three amazing adult children, and five
dachshunds. Collette loves a good joke, inspirational quotes, flowers, the
beach, trivia, birds, shabby chic, and Cadbury Chocolate. You'll always find
dogs, birds, quirky—sometimes naughty—humor, and a dash of inspiration in her
novels. Her motto for life? You can’t have too much chocolate, too many hugs,
or too many flowers. She’s thinking about adding shoes to that list.
Excerpt
Isobel whipped around and wound up planting her face
squarely in a very masculine chest.
“Oh!”
She leaped backward reflexively. Her heel caught on the
cloak’s hem, and she tilted at a precarious angle.
Simply fabulous.
Her possessions dropped to the floor as she flailed her
arms.
Lord Ramsbury surged forward, grasping her shoulders as her
feet left the ground.
Eyes locked on his, she seized his coat lapels, frantically
trying to stay upright.
His eyes widened when he teetered toward her.
Too late.
Lord Ramsbury’s solid form toppled onto her and mashed her
into the rough wood. Eyes closed, she didn’t move, waiting for sharp pain to
stab her.
She tentatively moved her fingers and toes.
No pain.
Nothing broken then.
She tried to pull in a breath, but his weight bore down upon
her chest.
Gads, how much did his lordship weigh?
She opened her eyes. Silky, whisky-colored hair tickled her
nose.
His clean virile scent, with a hint of sandalwood, floated
upward. He smelled wonderful, and she had the oddest urge to nuzzle her nose in
his hair.
She sniffed instead.
Mmm, heavenly.
Did he twitch the merest bit?
Lord Ramsbury’s chest squashed her breasts nearly flat, and
his lean hips nestled between her thighs. For certain her backside and
shoulders would sport a bruise or two.
Lifting her head, she winced. She wriggled her fingers,
attempting to poke him. Why didn’t he get off? A gentleman would, but he had
already proved he didn’t deserve that title.
She squirmed a bit then stilled instantly when a peculiar
hardness pulsed against her womanhood.
What in the world?
Had his pocket watch fallen from his waistcoat and wedged
between them? Isobel jostled harder, trying to dislodge him and his timepiece.
“Don’t.” He ended on a strangled groan.
He was injured.
But how could he possibly be? Splaying her fingers, she
cupped his firm ribs, shoving with all her strength.
“Don’t. Move.” His warm breath caressed her neck.
Booted feet jarred the floor beneath her.
Jocky gasped. “Miss Isobel, my lord, are ye—”
“Yancy, I want to sho—” Ewan gaped at them.
Isobel tried to peek over the earl’s shoulder, which now
vibrated suspiciously. She jabbed harder with her fingers.
He quaked more.
Was he ticklish? Turning her hands into half-claws, she
scratched at his sides unmercifully.
A rich-timbred chuckle whispered against her skin.
“Get. Off. Me.” She clenched her teeth as his dratted watch
poked her again.
All at once, she froze. She knew exactly what prodded her
nether regions. She had been raised around animals, for pity’s sake. How could
she have been so stupid to think his watch had slipped free?
No, his thing twitched against her.
“I do hope you have a damned good reason to be sprawled atop
my sister, Yancy.”
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