When a Scot Ties the Knot (Castles Ever After, #3)

by Tessa Dare

My dear imaginary Captain MacKenzie, you are not real and never will be. I, however, am a true and eternal fool. Here, have a drawing of a snail.

This wasn’t just a man. This was a man.

Logan inhaled deep. The air hovering about her carried a familiar scent. When you smell lavender, victory is near.

“What have I done? Most lasses like it when a man kills the bugs. Along with reaching high places and giving sexual pleasure, it’s one of the few universally popular qualities we have on offer.”

She wasn’t certain she had the coordination for this. London ballrooms, Highland bogs . . . was there no place in the world that was safe for an awkward English spinster?