on November 26, 2018
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Highland spy Harrison MacMasters knows a pretty face can hide bitter deception. Once, he’d been drawn to Grace Winters and the temptation in her kiss. Now, he knows better than to trust her with anything, including his heart. But now he’s forced to watch over the one woman he hoped to never see again.
Grace Winters will do anything to keep her sister safe, even if it means stealing the Crown Jewels themselves. But when she’s caught in the act, she’ll need to make a bargain with the devil to keep herself from the gallows and her family from the poorhouse. Too bad the one man she gave in to temptation with years ago now controls her fate.
Tonight, he’d worn a kilt.
Be still my treacherous heart.
He’d worn the MacMasters tartan, the hues of red and green and black posing a striking contrast against the ebony of his jacket and snowy white of his shirt. His long, muscular legs bore the tawny hue of hours beneath the sun. Evidently, he preferred the plaid when he was not conducting business, rushing about Scotland and England as an operative in the service of the Crown. In her mind’s eye, she envisioned him roaming the Highland countryside of his ancestral home, tossing cabers about as if they were twigs among other manly pursuits. She stifled a giggle. Good gracious, at this rate, the Harrison in her mind would be saving fair maidens from Scottish dragons—fire-breathing ones, no less.
What had come over her? It wasn’t as if she were this fanciful every day. She couldn’t even blame it on being foxed. She had not imbibed so much as a drop of alcohol, not even a sip of champagne.
Didn’t she know better than to think of him as a hero, as a man she could love? Nothing good could come of it. If anything, she put more of herself—and her heart—at risk every time she allowed herself to think about him.
It would be far better for her if she detested him. Even a mild dislike would work to her benefit. But even when he tried to scowl at her or when he adopted that all-business, stiff-upper-lipped way of his, she couldn’t help but look at him and wonder if he still wanted to kiss her as much as she wanted to kiss him.
He was a good man.
Drat the luck.
She could resist a scoundrel.
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