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

by Tessa Dare

In that moment, Maddie knew one thing. Private Malcolm Allan Grant was her new favorite person. He’d made her feel pretty on her wedding day. So long as she lived, she would never forget it.

“Be still my heart. I do love a book with multiple volumes.”

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.”

A pair of spectacles. When he fitted the unassuming wire frames to his face, the change in his appearance was immediate and profound. Profoundly arousing, that was.

YESSS

He was lying in bed, a loose shirt hanging open at the neck to reveal a wedge of his chest. His brow was lightly furrowed in concentration, and those spectacles were perched on the strong bridge of his nose. One muscled arm was flexed and propped behind his head. And in the other hand, he held . . . Devil take him. Heaven help her. A book.

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.

Which ones had felt as though they’d been written just for him?

Madeline Eloise Gracechurch: Stealth Cuddler.

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?

Shes so me