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“Of course I’m in love with you, Coll MacTaggert. – How could I not be? You are mountains and craigs and rocky streams and winter winds and the first breath pf springtime. My first taste of springtime.”
The true measure of a man is whether or not your diabolical cat chooses to attack him. When Penelope’s cat decides he loves to wind around the giant Scotsman’s legs, and won’t stop purring, she knows she is in trouble.
The future of Conall’s tenants depends on a successful bride hunt. But Conall is impatient with the debutantes proferred by society. They can’t seem to string three sentences of any interest together, and seem more impressed by the title than the man. He needs a wife that is content with a business arrangement, but regards the marriage bed as more than a duty and a way to indemnify her from spinsterhood.
Penelope Jones loves the life she has chosen for herself. As the most successful actress on the London stage, she has financial security and independence. She doesn’t need brawny, brooding Scotsmen with irresistible brogues, thighs like tree trunks and a protective streak wider than the Thames in her life.
From the moment their gazes meet, they can’t look away. Neither has room in their agenda for complications, but love has other plans. When Penelope becomes the target of an inept, but determined assassin, Conall becomes her protector. Soon, it’s all about picnics, and laughter, and an insatiable desire to tie this vivacious, stubborn women to his side forever. But Penelope has demons from the past she is running from. She wants a quiet life that she has control over, not one where her every action is scrutinized at the whim of high society.
This is a love story about finding your other half when you least expect it. It is about being brave enough in front of someone to expose your fragility. It is about facing the world together, no matter what it throws at you.