Suffering the Scot (Brotherhood of the Black Tartan, #1)

by Nichole Van

Andrew noted her immaculately-cut day dress, white Indian muslin dotted with small green flowers and bordered with spooling filigree.

mmm, I doubt that. Probably more like, "Andrew did a double at the sight of her in a pretty green dress." Another book falls victim to uncharacteristic fashion detailing from the male POV.

Andrew slashed into the haggis, causing the ground meat to spill dramatically onto the platter, spreading outward like, well, gushing entrails.

🤣

For her part, Lady Hadley looked faint, shot him a frozen smile, stood . . . . . . and left the room.

🤣🤣

No one ever asked her about her mineral fascination—full stop.

Anachronistic slang. 🥺

Maybe this was why his Scottish forebears chose to toss heavy stones and logs around. With no English around to pummel, they resorted to whatever they had on hand.

mean it, Jane.” His tone turned serious. “I may be a wee bit love-sick for ye, but I willnae allow this situation with Montacute tae hurry things along.

What a refreshing attitude

Montacute wanted Andrew to react, and by doing so, acknowledge the duke’s mastery over him.

Andrew chose not to reply. He felt no compunction to defend his skills as a manager and administrator. His business ventures over the years had proved his capabilities there.

Jane was no coward. She would face this head-on, as she did everything in life. And so she told him.

If she knew his tactic, why not call him on it and demand he answer first?

“Actions have consequences, Jane.” “Yes, but you can choose how far those consequences rage, Andrew.”

“P-Peter is my entire w-world. M-my brother. H-he is the only p-person who loves—” . . . who loves me . . . Andrew finished the sentence for her.

😭

“Aye,” Rafe nodded, “but sometimes even justice has cruel consequences.

Jane had never understood love until that very instant. She had never realized how thoroughly it crystallized the important facets of life, blowing away all the unnecessary chaff.

Moreover, when our father bestowed my dowry, I know he did not intend it to be used as a cudgel to beat me into submission.

Been waiting the whole book for her to say this

Only then did Jane learn of Peter’s fate. After much discussion and letters from their friends—Alex and Ewan—the men had agreed on penance for Peter. He would return to the New Hebrides and devote five years to caring for the villagers, assisting however he could to rebuild the island and help it prosper. “Peter will face, first-hand, the consequences of his actions and learn to be responsible for others,” Andrew had explained. “It is a fair compromise.”

I love this

“What should I apologize for?” “You left me!”

“Just like a man to assume what I need without asking!”

💯🙏🏻

“Och, Peter accepted responsibility for his mistakes. It’s much easier to extend clemency tae a repentant man.”

Victorians romanticized the savage Highlander and took it upon themselves to assign tartan patterns to every clan.

fascinating