By Stephanie Laurens
Responsibility compels her to show her again on marriage. destiny drives him to guard her somehow. Then love takes a hand during this conflict of craving hearts, obdurate wills, and a fit too robust to disclaim. number 1 ny occasions bestselling writer Stephanie Laurens returns to rugged Scotland with a dramatic story of passionate hope and unwavering devotion.Restless and impatient, Marcus Cynster waits for destiny to come back calling. He is familiar with his future lies within the lands surrounding his kinfolk domestic, yet what's going to his destiny be and with whom will he percentage it?Of one truth he feels sure: his fated bride are not Niniver Carrick. His elusive neighbor draws him mightily, but he feels forced to guard her—even from himself. Fickle destiny, he's certain, might by no means be so sort as to decree that Niniver might be his. the simplest he can do for them either is to prevent her.Niniver has vowed to come back her extended family to prosperity. The epitome of fragile femininity, her soft and airy external cloaks a obdurate will and an unflinching devotion to the folk in her care. She accepts that she can't danger marrying and wasting her grip at the clan's reins to an unavoidably controlling husband. regrettably, many neighborhood males see her as their chance. quickly, she's pressured to hunt aid to cast off her unwelcome suitors. robust and hazardous, Marcus Cynster is ideal for the duty. Suppressing her wariness over tangling with a gentleman who so excites her passions, she appeals to him for tips along with her extraordinary problem.Although in the beginning he resists, Marcus discovers that, opposite to his expectancies, his fated function is to face via Niniver's facet and, eventually, to say her hand. but with the intention to persuade her to be his bride, they need to plunge headlong right into a trip filled with demanding situations, unexpected hazards, ardour, and craving, until eventually Niniver grasps the fundamental truth—that she is certainly a fit for Marcus Cynster.
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She glanced quickly at the old man and caught him smiling. Lawmaker cleared his throat, then nodded at the Scot. Grant stepped forward, and she fought the ridiculous urge to step back. He looked pointedly at her as he unsheathed the sword. His eyes were so cold, for a moment she thought he might use the weapon to slay her. What did she expect? This wedding was forced on him. The Scot hated her, and she knew he’d use that hate tonight in their bridal bed, much as Brodir had on many occasions. So be it.
He examined the delicately crafted silver brooch and marveled at the workmanship. For all their roughness, these islanders were excellent craftsmen. “Something I’ve had for years. It was Rika’s mother’s, in fact. ” George slipped the brooch into the small pouch at his waist and nodded. ” Lawmaker smiled like a cat who’d cornered a tasty field mouse. ” Rika turned into the courtyard and was not prepared for what she saw there. The whole of the village was assembled and fell silent when she appeared.
In fact, he’d been deep in his cups most every time he’d taken her. ” He turned to look at her, and she could tell from his expression he thought it a strange thing for her to say. Their eyes locked, and he let the fur slip from his waist. Thor’s blood! Grant was nothing like Brodir. Heat suffused her face as the Scot dispensed with his leggings and cast them aside. His eyes raked her up and down, and she braced herself for what would come next. He moved toward her in the firelight, and for the second time in as many days she was acutely aware of his size and strength.