the hero (marry the scot, #3)
"Sit tight, lass. I'll find ye."
Ella
I always pictured my brother's best friend to be impressive--after all, he's a military helicopter pilot whose job is to save people. Then he appears in front of me and my assumptions fly out of the window.
Tattoos on muscles.
Grey eyes and a sexy smirk.
A Scottish accent to die for.
And what's more? He's here to rescue me from my uncle's clutches. My poor sheltered heart stands no chance.
Gordain
At seventeen, there's no way this lass is right for me. She's my best friend's sister and five years younger than me. But she's gorgeous. Confident. A musician who plays a violin like it's a part of her.
I've been shot down in a war zone but nothing makes my heart beat so fast as Ella.
Then she gets the news that in order to inherit, she needs to be wed. How can I fake-marry someone I truly care about?
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The third standalone instalment in the Marry the Scot contemporary romance series takes you away to big love in the splendour of the Scottish Highlands. You'll adore this modern-day hot Scot and his delicate and determined musician.
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Excerpt - Hero (Marry the Scot, #3)
“I’m meant to be checking over your arm,” I said, twisting to give him better access.
“Then check. I’m not stopping you.” His next kiss landed higher, just below my ear. “But while you do it, tell me about the arsehole who ye kissed last.”
“That’s bothering you?”
“Aye.”
I rolled up his t-shirt sleeve, trying to concentrate while Gordain continued his distraction technique.
“He was just a boy I barely knew. It was my first kiss, and a bad one.”
In the dim lamplight, a red-and-black bruise spread over his shoulder. There were no cuts that I could see, but it must hurt.
I sucked in a breath. “We should put something on that.”
He made a sound of disagreement. “Kiss me again. I won’t remember my own name, let alone that wee dent.”
I brought my gaze to meet his, suddenly unsure again. I was on his lap, and he wanted me to lead. Should I…move?
“That first kiss,” Gordain murmured. “It was also your only kiss, aye?”
I gave a self-depreciating grumble.
“Then practice some more on me. Grind, even. I don’t mind.” With one finger, he lifted my chin. “Don’t overthink it. Your kiss sends me wild. Try it again. That’s all we’re going to do, so take your time and make it good.”
