Highland Rogue, London Miss

Highland Rogue, London Miss
Margaret Moore

Lord of Vice Quintus MacLachlann is arrogant – unapologetically so. When he’s asked to impersonate one half of a married couple to infiltrate Edinburgh society he relishes the challenge of being ‘married’ to the frustratingly wilful yet beautiful Esme. Lady of Virtue?Esme makes no bones about her fervent dislike of the dishonoured rake. He’s the last person on earth she can conceive of marrying – sham or otherwise. But being forced to play wife to the handsome-as-sin wastrel brings up very real feelings of desire…

Praise forUSA TODAYbestselling author Margaret Moore:

‘The talented Moore has penned another exciting Regency.’

—RT Book Reviews on HIGHLAND ROGUE, LONDON MISS

‘The story is fresh, fun, fast-paced, engaging and passionate, with an added touch of adventure.’

—The Romance Readers Connection on THE NOTORIOUS KNIGHT

‘Readers continue to ask for “Moore”.

Her latest book is a sparkling, dynamic tale of two lonely hearts who find each other despite their pasts and the evil forces surrounding them.’

—RT Book Reviews on HERS TO DESIRE

‘Colourful and compelling details of life in the Middle Ages abound.’

—Publishers Weekly on HERS TO COMMAND

‘A lively adventure with enough tension and romance to keep me turning pages.’

—International bestselling author Roberta Gellis

on HERS TO COMMAND

‘This captivating adventure of thirteenth-century Scotland kept me enthralled from beginning to end.

It’s a keeper!’

—Romance Junkies on BRIDE OF LOCHBARR

‘Margaret Moore is a master storyteller who has the uncanny ability to develop new twists on old themes.’

—Affaire de Coeur

‘When it comes to excellence in historical romance books, no one provides the audience with more than the award-winning Ms Moore.’

—Under the Covers

‘I hardly think a simple kiss is cause for such an extreme reaction.’

His unrepentant cavalier attitude cut her to the quick—until she realised it was another proof of his degeneracy. ‘It was a kiss that I did not want, did not invite and did not enjoy. It was also an affront to my dignity, as well as a sign of gross disrespect.’

The man grinned. ‘Good God, all that? Was it treason, too?’

‘How would you like it if I reached over and started pawing at you?’

‘Why don’t you try it and we’ll see?’

She was horrified, appalled, disgusted—and tempted, which was surely wrong and sinful.

‘Or do you fear for your virtue?’ he asked. ‘If so, rest assured. You’re the last woman in England I would ever want to seduce.’

‘As if you’d have any hope of succeeding!’

‘Careful, Miss McCallan,’ he replied. ‘I like a challenge.’

About the Author

USA TODAY bestselling author MARGARET MOORE has written over forty historical romance novels and novellas. She graduated with distinction from the University of Toronto, has served in the Royal Canadian Naval Reserve, and is a past president of the Toronto chapter of Romance Writers of America. For more information about Margaret, including a complete list of all her books, please visit her website at www.margaretmoore.com

Previous novels by the same author:

THE OVERLORD’S BRIDE

COMFORT AND JOY (in The Christmas Visit) BRIDE OF LOCHBARR LORD OF DUNKEATHE THE VAGABOND KNIGHT (in Yuletide Weddings) THE UNWILLING BRIDE THE DUKE’S DESIRE HERS TO COMMAND HERS TO DESIRE THE DUKE’S DILEMMA MY LORD’S DESIRE THE NOTORIOUS KNIGHT KNAVE’S HONOUR

And as a Mills & Boon

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THE WELSH LORD’S MISTRESS

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Chapter One

London February 1817

Esme McCallan paced restlessly in the solicitor’s office in Staple Inn. From beyond the closed door she could hear the hushed voices and footsteps of clients coming to meet with other attorneys. Some of the steps were as brisk as Esme’s, others slow and shuffling and defeated.

None of them belonged to her brother.

Esme hated waiting, as Jamie well knew, yet here it was almost 3:30 p.m. on a wet, chilly afternoon and Jamie was not here to meet her, even though he himself had set the time. There was only one thing that could irritate her more and—