The Highlander’s Choice by Callie Hutton
The Scottish Highlands, 1815
Lady Sybil Lacey is every inch an English woman. She’s horrified her best friend is wedding a barbarian Scot. For aren’t Scots naught but brutish, whiskey-swilling lechers? So to find herself secretly attracted to the tall and devastatingly handsome Scottish laird of Bedlay Castle is quite disconcerting…
Liam MacBride is convinced that English ladies are silly sassenachs who think of nothing but social events and clothes. So why is he intensely drawn to Lady Sybil? All they do is quarrel…until loathing turns into undeniable lust.
A tempestuous, fiery romance between an English lady and a Scottish laird cannot end well.
A Short Excerpt
After a few minutes of staring up at his stony expression, Sybil said, “I can walk, you know.”
He shook his head and continued on.
“Are you angry about something?”
“Nay. ’Tis sorry I am for your injury, but if I had to spend another minute in that lass’s company, I might have been forced to tie my neck cloth around her mouth.”
Sybil covered her lips with her four fingers and giggled. “She is very young.”
“Aye. A curse to be sure.”
“You were young once.”
He raised his eyebrows at her. “Never that young, I can assure ye.”
They reached the castle, and with the others either at the picnic grounds or scavenging for the game, the great hall was quiet. Servants scurried about taking care of their afternoon chores. Liam stopped one of the young maids. “Is Mrs. Galbraith about?”
The maid gave a quick curtsy and said, “No, my laird. She went off to the market.”
Liam nodded and headed up the stairs. Sybil twisted in his arms and looked over his shoulder at the maid. “Is my lady’s maid, Bessie, nearby?”
“Nay, my lady. She went with Mrs. Galbraith.”
When he gained the second floor, he headed in the direction of her bedchamber. “What are you doing?”
“Bringing ye to yer bedchamber. Then I will get a cold compress for yer foot.”
“You can’t come into my bedchamber!”
He grinned. “Now, lass. Ye heard the maid. No one is about to assist ye. Dinna fash yerself.” He stopped in front of her door, shifting her body so he could unlatch the portal. “Here we are. I’ll place ye in the chair by the fireplace and get ye something for yer foot.”
It was disconcerting how the man had a habit of rescuing her and then ending up in her bedchamber. Either she’d become much more inept since she’d left England, or fate was having a grand time toying with her.
The USA Today bestselling author of The Elusive Wife, Callie Hutton, writes both Western Historical and Regency romance, with historic elements and sensory details (The Romance Reviews). She also pens an occasional contemporary or two. Callie lives in Oklahoma with several rescue dogs, two adult children, and daughter-in-law (thankfully all not in the same house), and her top cheerleader husband of thirty-eight years. She also currently waits with bated breath for the birth of twin grandsons. Callie loves to hear from readers, and would welcome you as a friend on Facebook.