The Highland Laird's Bride
Nicole Locke
At the gates of a Scottish keep…Lioslath of Clan Fergusson has defended her clan and her orphaned siblings against countless enemies. So when Laird Colquhoun, the man responsible for the death of her father, arrives at the gates of her crumbling keep, she’ll fight him all the way!It’s soon clear Bram’s famed tactics of seduction and negotiation won’t work on this guarded, beautiful woman. But when the sparks between them turn to passion, and they’re forced to wed, Bram must do whatever it takes to win over his new bride!
‘Aye, I was expecting you,’ she said, painting the words with as much scorn as she could. ‘Expecting you as one does a plague or a pestilence. And I welcome you just as much.’
She shifted her stance, getting ready to throw the dagger in her hand.
‘You need to leave. I’ve warned you.’
‘We haven’t begun, Lioslath. Why would I leave?’
He was so arrogant. Vibrant. Too full of life. She made another signal and Dog, with a noise deep in his throat, came to her heels.
The sound always raised the hairs on her neck, and she had no doubt it did the same to Bram. But he did not take his eyes from hers, did not see Dog as a threat, and so he forced her hand.
‘You need to leave because I was expecting you, Bram, Laird of Colquhoun.’
Lioslath stepped into the light and lifted the dagger, making sure it glinted so he’d know what she intended.
NICOLE LOCKE discovered her first romance novels in her grandmother’s closet, where they were secretly hidden. Convinced that books hidden must be better than those that weren’t, Nicole greedily read them. It was only natural for her to start writing them (but now not so secretly). She lives in London with her two children and her husband—her happily-ever-after.
The Highland Laird’s Bride
Nicole Locke
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
To my friends, for your chiding encouragement and constant bewilderment that I’ve survived this long. Here’s my secret: I wouldn’t have made it without you.
Renee, it is infinitely precious to me that we can still be five years old together.
Anita, I know you thought I’d never grow up and, as always, you were right.
Corrie, full of grace, love and life. Your vivaciousness and unheard-of-before cocktails are my sunshine.
Sue, I’d be lost without your meticulous brain and lists, but even more so without your laugh.
Karen, I know you didn’t want your name in the acknowledgements but, alas, you can’t edit this sentence as you have all the others. I want you to know how much I cherish our friendship.
Contents
Cover (#u79b57e7e-a140-5dd7-98af-77c84f16dc08)
Introduction (#u9666146c-aeb4-539c-a8c1-327e3b3b84c8)
Title Page (#u8b62950e-e002-5b1c-8abf-3483c1e7a557)
About the Author (#u3d029704-9530-5825-87a0-dc9211b767f8)
Dedication (#u813a5e14-09d2-550c-935e-21ee2b31a584)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Epilogue