The MacTaggert brothers have one task: Find English brides or lose their land!
Coll MacTaggert, Viscount Glendarril, is a big, brawny Highlander who doesn't like being told what to do—not even by his exasperated English mother who is determined to see her eldest son wedded and bedded. However, when he comes to the rescue of an irresistibly beautiful woman, Coll discovers that he may have found his perfect match . . .
The challenge isn't that Persephone Jones is famous, wealthy, independent, and smarter than anyone he knows. The problem is that she isn't interested in marrying any man—especially not a hot-headed Scot—even if he is the only man who seems to understand who she really is even when she's not sure herself. When Coll learns that Persephone is actually a lady-in-hiding and someone is willing to kill her for what she stands to inherit . . . Well, Coll has never been one to turn down a fight. When hearts are involved, nothing comes between a Highlander and his lady.
Contains mature themes.
Release date:
February 9, 2021
Publisher:
St. Martin's Publishing Group
Print pages:
352
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“I’ll find my own damned wife, thank ye very much!”
Coll MacTaggert, Viscount Glendarril, shoved aside the curtains and stomped out of the Oswell-MacTaggert box at the Saint Genesius Theatre. She’d done it again. This time his mother, Francesca Oswell-MacTaggert, Countess Aldriss, had thrown two lasses at him while he was trying to watch a blasted play.
Two damned women and their families to share Lady Aldriss’s private box. Since his two younger brothers firstly weren’t present and secondly had already found wives, everyone in the entire damned theater had to know that the lasses were there for him.
“Coll.” A low voice came from the curtains, and Matthew Harris stepped into the hallway. “Your mother wants to remind you not to repeat what happened on your first night in London.”
That would’ve been the first time she’d flung a female at him. She’d tried to present him with a pretty wrapped bow of a lass whose family had already agreed to a marriage, and he’d fled into the streets rather than sit through Romeo and Juliet beside her. If his mother wanted to delve into the details, Miss Amelia-Rose Hyacinth Baxter had ended up married to a MacTaggert—just not to him. But his brother Niall loved her, and she him, so he had nothing else to say about that.
“So, Matthew Harris,” he drawled. “I’ve nae seen ye without my sister by yer side for the past … what is it, three days since ye nearly ruined yer family’s reputation?”
Immediately Matthew took a half step backward, toward the curtains. “We’re all friends here, Coll,” he said. “Aden said I still had his blessing to marry your sister.”
“My brother Aden is about to wed yer sister, so I reckon he has reason to be forgiving of yer previous idiocy. And he’s in love, so he sees everything covered with flower petals and cherubs.”
“I—”
“He may have proclaimed ye fit to wed our wee sister Eloise, but I havenae done so. And I’m the oldest—and the heir to our father. With him still in the Highlands, I speak for the MacTaggerts here in England.”
Matthew took another step back toward the relative safety of Lady Aldriss’s very fine theater box. “I made a horrible mistake and lost far more money than I could ever afford to repay,” he said, lowering his voice still further. “But you know I was flimflammed—and far from the only man to fall into the trap set by Captain Vale.”
“Aye. I do know that. I also ken that ye were about to sell yer sister to Vale to keep yerself from ruin. The only thing that prevented ye from having Miranda marry that vulture was my brother. Aden saved ye both; ye didnae have another plan at all.”
The younger man’s complexion paled, his generally cheery expression evaporating into glumness. “You’re correct. I had no idea what to do. I’m very glad Aden was here in London, and that he cared enough for Miranda to save the two of us. He saved the entire Harris family, actually, and I will forever be in his debt.”
“Aden’s a good sort, once ye drag him out of the shadows,” Coll agreed. “And since he loves yer sister and yer sister’s a better woman than either of ye likely deserve, she’s forgiven ye as well.”
“Yes, she has. I’m very grateful.”
“I’m nae yer sister.”
“I—oh. I take your meaning. I’ve sworn off gambling of any kind, you know. And I’ve surrendered my membership to White’s, Boodle’s, and the Society. There will be no more clubs and no more wagering. I swear it.”
“And that makes ye fit to wed my wee sister? I’m supposed to believe that ye willnae get into some sort of trouble again and decide ye need to sell off Eloise to set yerself upright?”
“I would not do any such thing,” Matthew said adamantly. Behind them, muffled applause sounded from the theater. The younger man shifted again. “We should get back. Your mother—Lady Aldriss—was quite resolved that you shouldn’t open yourself to more gossip by leaving her box yet again.”
“I ken who my mother is. Right now I’m talking to ye about how ye keep scrambling away like a door mouse every time I walk into the room.”
“Coll—Lord Glendarril—you may say anything you wish to me. I’m certain I deserve it. But I am utterly serious when I say that I would never put dear Eloise in any—”
Flashing out his right fist, Coll caught the younger man flush on the nose. Matthew staggered backward, his hands flying to his face. Blood dripped from between his fingers. Before the young Mr. Harris could regain his footing, Coll stepped forward and grabbed him by the cravat to yank him forward.
“I dunnae put much stock into words,” he growled, practically lifting Matthew off his feet. “It’s easy to beg forgiveness, and it’s easy to swear repentance. I dunnae want to hear either of those from ye again. I am going to be watching ye, Matthew Harris. Eloise loves ye, and my mother says ye’ve a good heart. That is why ye’ve earned one—one—more chance. The next time ye think to make a wager or a purchase or any wee thing ye might nae be able to afford with what ye have in yer pockets, ye think of how yer face feels right now. And then ye think what the rest of ye will feel like when I drag you up to Scotland and feed ye to my hounds. Do ye reckon I’m serious about that?”
“Yes—yes, I do.”
He let go, and the lad staggered backward. To his credit, Matthew didn’t immediately retreat into the box, and he didn’t swing back—though that would have been a mistake the size of a mountain. Few people had ever been able to stand toe-to-toe with Coll MacTaggert, though more than a handful had certainly tried. They had all reckoned that going through him would be the most expedient way to gain a reputation as a man not to be crossed.
Except none had ever made it through him.
“I understand, Coll,” Matthew finally rasped out, his tone nasal with his nose pinched closed. He pulled a kerchief from his pocket, wiped off his face and hands, and pressed it against the bruised middle of his face. “You will never have cause to feed me to your hounds. I swear it.”
Coll nodded. “See that I dunnae.” He turned on his heel.
“But the play?” Matthew pursued. “This is the closing night for As You Like It, and you walked out three lines into the first act. And you have … guests.”
Facing him again, Coll narrowed his eyes. “I dunnae like it, and they arenae my guests. I’ll nae be ambushed again just because Francesca reckoned I’d nae get up and leave a second time. Ye can tell her she’s wrong about that.”
“I’ll … tell her what you said.”
Coll turned his back, then faced Matthew again. “And ye tell her I meant that last bit. I’ll find my own wife. If I need her help, I’ll ask for it. Now go away before ye rile me up again.”
With that, he watched his almost-brother-in-law—twice over, with Matthew Harris marrying Eloise and Aden marrying Miranda Harris—scurry back through the heavy curtains. Then, before Francesca could march out and try to drag him back inside by his ear, Coll headed down the curving hallway toward the long set of stairs at the rear of the Saint Genesius Theatre. As he considered it, he should have realized Lady Aldriss had laid a trap for him; she’d agreed to join him for an evening at the theater far too easily, and without any of her usual clever, tricky conversation. His brother Aden could sort through her nonsense and machinations, but subterfuge simply annoyed Coll.
Being frustrated, though, didn’t eliminate his problem. He now had twenty-seven days remaining in which to find a wife, all because when he was eleven years old, his parents had written up an agreement that their sons would wed—and that their brides would be English, damn it all—before their youngest, Eloise, married the man of her choosing. And she’d been engaged for two months, now.
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