Marriage Mart Mayhem # 5
By: Callie Hutton
Releasing July 14, 2015
Entangled Scandalous
Blurb
The Scottish Highlands, 1815
Lady Sybil
Lacey is every inch an English woman. She's horrified her best friend is
wedding a barbarian Scot. For aren't
Scots naught but brutish, whiskey-swilling lechers? So to find herself secretly
attracted to the tall and devastatingly handsome Scottish laird of Bedlay
Castle is quite disconcerting...
Liam MacBride
is convinced that English ladies are silly sassenachs who think of
nothing but social events and clothes. So why is he intensely drawn to Lady
Sybil? All they do is quarrel...until loathing turns into undeniable lust.
A
tempestuous, fiery romance between an English lady and a Scottish laird cannot
end well.
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Author Info
The USA Today bestselling author of The
Elusive Wife, Callie Hutton, writes both Western Historical and Regency
romance, with historic elements and sensory details (The Romance Reviews). She
also pens an occasional contemporary or two. Callie lives in Oklahoma with
several rescue dogs, two adult children, and daughter-in-law (thankfully all
not in the same house), and her top cheerleader husband of thirty-eight years.
She also currently waits with bated breath for the birth of twin grandsons.
Callie loves to hear from readers, and would welcome you as a friend on
Facebook.
Excerpt
Her first
glimpse of Liam when she and Margaret arrived at the great hall took her breath
away. Both men were dressed in traditional Scottish garb; kilts of their clans,
with white lawn shirts, doublets, and sporrans. By Liam’s side hung a sword
that she could imagine him swinging on a battlefield. His reddish golden hair
was pulled back into a queue and tied with a ribbon.
With their
broad shoulders and height, the men seemed to take all the air out of the room,
despite them being in the great hall. Sybil certainly felt as though there was
a shortage of air. Her lungs couldn’t seem to get enough of it. Her heart
pounded to the extent she was afraid she would embarrass herself by
swooning—something she’d never done in her life.
No matter how
many times she forced herself to look at the priest, she found her eyes
drifting toward Liam. A finer man had never existed. His strong chin, chiseled
features, and full lips made small little butterflies in her stomach dance a
cotillion. She snapped her head back to face the priest when Liam caught her
staring and gave her a broad wink. Honestly, the man had no refinement.
I was the one staring at him.
Her
flustered state kept her from concentrating on the ceremony, and she was
therefore, surprised when Duncan turned to Margaret and gave her a chaste kiss
before they turned to face the guests. A loud cheer went up from the crowd,
foot stomping and whistles reverberating around the room. The bride and groom
and she and Liam, as witnesses, signed the marriage book.
Duncan led
Margaret to the head table. Liam extended his arm to Sybil, and she had a flash
of being in his arms a few hours ago. Thinking of how she once again had
enjoyed their kiss, heat rose from her middle to swamp her face, surely turning
it red. “Are ye all right, lass?” His deep voice, lowered so only she could
hear, increased her discomfort.
“Yes, I’m
fine,” she snapped.
He grinned
that wicked smile, turning her insides to mush. “It seems to me ye are a bit
disturbed.”
“Nonsense,
I’m merely emotional over my friend’s wedding.”
Liam
escorted her to a seat alongside Margaret and brushed his mouth near her ear.
“Dinna fash yerself, lass. ’Twas only a kiss.”
He
straightened and took his seat next to her.
’Twas only a kiss?
No doubt to
a randy Scot that incident was merely a
kiss. Most likely something he used with charming regularity to gain access to
women’s beds. Well, she would not be one of his women. She was a respectable
English miss, who would never dally with a Scot.
I already have.
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