standing there in that kilt.”
“And to think I took to wearing it in an effort to get my mother to show some emotion,” Nash said with a chuckle.
She pressed a kiss to her husband’s muscled chest. “I’m very glad you are such a devil.”
“And I’m very glad that you have such a love for Gothic romances,” he replied, claiming her mouth. “Otherwise, you might not have had the notion that I was your hero and waited for me.”
“I would have waited,” she assured him. “It was always you for me, Gothic romances or not.”
“And it was always you for me,” he agreed, hugging her tightly and pressing a tender kiss to the top of her head. “You are mine to cherish, mine to love, mine to protect. You are my free-spirited duchess.”
Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed Nash and Lilias’s story. The next book in this series is the story of Lady Constantine and Lord Kilgore—Lady Constantine and the Sins of Lord Kilgore. If you have read the series from the beginning, you know that these two have a very complicated past, and that Lord Kilgore has many secrets that need to be unraveled. You’ll be surprised to discover that Lady Constantine has some secrets of her own!
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Excerpt of When a Laird Loves a Lady
One
England, 1357
Faking her death would be simple. It was escaping her home that would be difficult. Marion de Lacy stared hard into the slowly darkening sky, thinking about the plan she intended to put into action tomorrow—if all went well—but growing uneasiness tightened her belly. From where she stood in the bailey, she counted the guards up in the tower. It was not her imagination: Father had tripled the knights keeping guard at all times, as if he was expecting trouble.
Taking a deep breath of the damp air, she pulled her mother’s cloak tighter around her to ward off the twilight chill. A lump lodged in her throat as the wool scratched her neck. In the many years since her mother had been gone, Marion had both hated and loved this cloak for the death and life it represented. Her mother’s freesia scent had long since faded from the garment, yet simply calling up a memory of her mother wearing it gave Marion comfort.
She rubbed her fingers against the rough material. When she fled, she couldn’t chance taking anything with her but the clothes on her body and this cloak. Her death had to appear accidental, and the cloak that everyone knew she prized would ensure her freedom. Finding it tangled in the branches at the edge of the sea cliff ought to be just the thing to convince her father and William Froste that she’d drowned. After all, neither man thought she could swim. They didn’t truly care about her anyway. Her marriage to the blackhearted knight was only about what her hand could give the two men. Her father, Baron de Lacy, wanted more power, and Froste wanted her family’s prized land. A match made in Heaven, if only the match didn’t involve her…but it did.
Father would set the hounds of Hell themselves to track her down if he had the slightest suspicion that she was still alive. She was an inestimable possession to be given to secure Froste’s unwavering allegiance and, therefore, that of the renowned ferocious knights who served him. Whatever small sliver of hope she had that her father would grant her mercy and not marry her to Froste had been destroyed by the lashing she’d received when she’d