Sh*te. I’m so sorry. But we have to go.” Gordain took my face in his hands and made me stare at him. Another crash came from the hall.

As soon as we met Ella in the second book, I knew hers would be an interesting tale, and boy was I right. There could only be one McRae brother that could match her energy and wit, and that was tattooed, brooding Gordain! The twists and turns they go through before their well earned HEA kept me riveted. While I loved Gordain's brother, Callum in Storm the Castle, I think I enjoyed this story even more. Gordain is the kind of tortured hero I like to read about. He has high standards for himself, and when he feels he has done something to besmirch his honor, his disappointment in himself is the stuff of legend. He cannot see the hero in himself that Ella sees, and he cannot see the worthiness that his brothers see. All he sees is his mess. Gordain’s gaze slid to a darker mien. He took my arm, his fingers warm. “How about a compromise. Tell me where the violin is, and I’ll be the thief. You get out of here.” I brought my gaze to meet his, suddenly unsure again. I was on his lap, and he wanted me to lead. Should I…move? Whew. His touch sent ripples of an unknown sensation through my veins. Nice, the feeling. Warm and vital.I inclined my head. Safe, Ella. Saved. “First of all, thank you. I didn’t say that yet. You don’t even know me and you came all this way—” Gordain's military career is in freefall after a night he doesn't remember. His burning need for his Authors, if you are a member of the Goodreads Author Program, you can edit information about your own books. Find out how in this guide. He grinned, and dimples popped. Damn. He was too cute for his own good. High cheekbones, a slightly too-wide mouth, and a flare of light in his eyes that I took way too long over admiring. Ella sees only her hero when she looks at Gordain. When it becomes obvious that the only way to get her uncle's fingers out of her inheritance is to marry, the only man she wants for the job is G. Their chemistry is off the charts, so why isn't he jumping at the chance to have her?

Pffff I loved everything in it, the struggle between Gordain and Ella, the difficulties they are challenged with .... If that was a compliment, I had no idea. But the spark in his eye stirred something deep in my belly. Gordain’s gaze dipped to my lips, and the same thing happened as in the ballroom. His focus found my eyes and we both stopped moving, staring for a long moment that gave me a rush of chemicals, fizzing and wild. My mouth dried up. She was gorgeous. American, too, by her accent. I managed a nod, despite the fact her assumption wasn’t true at all, but no words came. Nothing to explain how my brother owned the place, or how I’d helped with the build and worked here on and off in my breaks from university. From an early age, Jolie lived in a fantasy world and is never happier than when plot dreaming. Jolie loves her heroes to be one-woman guys. Whether they are a huge Highlander, a touch starved earl, or a brooding pilot, they will adore their loved one until the end of time. The over-muscled sniper sharing my space knew me well enough to tell something wasn’t right. If Lomax could read my mind, he’d have me hauled in faster than I could blink desert dust from my eye.

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Ella, I’m Gordain. Your brother sent me. I’m coming for ye by helicopter. Keep out of your uncle’s sight. I’ll be landing soon. Her features, pale and tear-streaked, were ones that had been etched into my mind. Agonised over to the point where I wasn’t sure if I’d imagined her in that dark, rainy car park. Gordain has been in the RAF since he was 16 yrs. old. He has finally reached his goal of attending search and rescue helicopter school. However, something happened to call his character in question, and he is on leave for investigation. At the end of Book 2, he rescued James’ sister from her uncle, and he fell in love. The major problem, Ella is 17 and he is 22. In Gordain’s mind, that is a huge gap. Little does he know, she is in love with him but due to her early life, she doesn’t know how to give or receive love. His worries, and the problems with his family, stifled his life. He’d never wanted to go to university like me, but he did have ambitions. Ones that had been left on a shelf. Excuse me.” The female half of the eavesdropping couple took a step closer to the counter. “Are there any more of those scones?”

The person behind the desk raised their hands in a no-can-do gesture, and the woman made a sound of frustration, dropping her voice to continue making the case for whatever it was she wanted. I shrugged, glancing away before it got awkward. “Sorry. No clue. And I still don’t think those girls are looking at you, no matter how big a star you are. I’m probably more famous.” I was not expecting Richard to be run over in the end. Talk about brutal! I was expecting him to go to jail or something, it was completely unexpected. This steamy and heart-warming standalone story is the fifth and final novel in the hugely popular Marry the Scot series. Read how the youngest McRae brother gets his happily ever after. My attention caught on the sliver of skin visible at her waist, where the skirt ended and left a gap before her white bodice started.

Sign up to her newsletter to be the first to hear about new releases, giveaways, and pro JOLIE VINES is a romance novelist who lives in the South West of England with her husband and young son. Nope. He’s a man mountain but he has his uses. No one will mess with ye if he’s lumbering around in your corner.” My cheeks heated. I was seventeen, for crying out loud. I shouldn’t be blushing if my dad found out I was hanging out with a guy. Even thoughts of the girl I’d left behind couldn’t stop me. I owed this to my dad, and I was the only one who could right the wrong.

I’m sure ye can.” I chewed my lip, not wanting to offend her by implying she wasn’t capable of chasing down strays, but I had genuine worries. The combination of low light plus the change in the weather would challenge anyone. The last run of the day was always double-handed. By qualified staff.God! It had been Gordain, creating a distraction. In a cautious crouch, I pushed the door ajar and peeked outside. Nothing moved in the opulent room. It was nae trouble, and my pleasure,” Gordain’s voice dipped low. He released my fingers and cleared his throat. “I know about your brother, but what about you? Why was your uncle after your hide?” Avoiding memories of the man wasn’t so easy. I had to hear about his exploits like everyone else. The son of the man famous for being kidnapped and murdered in cold blood was now celebrated in his own right. Nate was the poster boy for military recruitment and national pride from sea to shining sea. Everything he did made America safer. He was the soldier of the people, out there with his unit of full-grown Action Men, taking down the bad guys. He belonged to everyone. If Richard showed up at the McRaes’ castle home—the location Gordain was flying me to—could he demand to take me away? It was unlikely; I was hardly a child. What I did know for sure was Richard would use me in any way possible to get to my brother.