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

by Tessa Dare

She refused to define her personal worth on the basis of a marriage proposal.

“Don’t walk away from me. I’d like some answers here. Whose invitation did I just accept, and what does that slimy prig want of you? And why do I come third in your affections behind the slimy prig and a squashed beetle?”

The reading was interrupted as Callum began to cough with alarming violence. Rabbie slapped him on the back with vigor. “Do I need to stop?” Logan asked. “Are you dying?” Callum shook his head. “Because I wouldna mind it if you were dying.” “No, no.” At length Callum looked up with a reddened face and choked out, “Dinna mind me. Do go on.”

The love of books was an instant connection, and a true boon for a girl who tended toward shyness, because it was a source of endless conversation.

When Maddie prepared for bed behind her screen that night, she emerged to find the most terrible sight yet. “Oh, really, Logan. That just isn’t fair.” He looked up from his reclined pose in her bedroom chaise longue, his face partly hidden behind a book bound in dark green leather. “What?” “You’re reading Pride and Prejudice?” He shrugged. “I found it on your bookshelf.” Seeing him read any book was bad enough. But her favorite book? This was sheer torture.

“You canna leave. Not yet.” She took the other handle and tugged back. “I can. And I will. You can’t stop me.” “What will you live on?” “Anger, for the present. It feels as though I have enough to fuel me for some time.”