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

by Nichole Van

There you are, he thought. I knew you were not as proper as you seemed.

She possessed him.

“I’m quite sure that’s part of my reason for existing, Andrew. To make life difficult for you.” “That . . . I dinnae doubt.”

She realized it then . . . She wanted a man who tasted of whisky. Who was as bold and fierce and strong as the drink. She wanted a man who saw her, who didn’t shrink from her wild self. A man who would weep over a lad dying half a world away. A man with a heart so large, it enveloped whole villages.