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

by Tessa Dare

Here, have a drawing of a snail.

Love is just a lie people tell themselves.”

“I think you underestimate my capacity for taking normal human interaction and making it awkward.”

She was curious. She was a romantic. And above all, she was lonely. Hunger, after all, was a more potent seasoning than salt.

“Here I am, struggling to banish any foolish imagined affections for you so that we can consummate this marriage of convenience in a proper businesslike fashion, as we agreed. And then you go and read a book?” While he was at it, why didn’t he just bring her a basket of kittens, a bottle of champagne, and pose naked with a rose caught between his teeth?

“It’s partly the kilt. It’s mostly the swagger.”

“It’s been an honor to know you, Logan. I do hope you’ll understand if I don’t write.”

Gahhhhhh :( :( :( :(

“It felt as if I’d tugged on a loose thread of God’s tartan, and a world away, someone tugged back.