Portrait of a Scotsman (A League of Extraordinary Women, #3)

by Evie Dunmore

“Aoife.” “Yes?” “You’re a woman.” Her brows rose. “I’m so excited to learn where you’re taking this.” He gave a shake, wondering what had possessed him. “Forget I asked.”

“The same capacity that made you send me a wedding-night manual?” Which hadn’t even worked. Ballentine winced. “In my defense, that was not my idea.” “Were you forced at gunpoint to send a telegram, then?” Ballentine’s silence drew out. “Hell,” Lucian said. “You were forced at gunpoint.” The viscount shrugged. “There was a fair chance a dainty Double Derringer would have come into play,” he said, “but the more potent and immediate threat was Lady Lucinda withholding her favors for the duration of the holidays unless I sent something your way, so what was a man to do?”

omg Lucie has him by the balls

“You’re impossibly hard,” she said. “You could say that,” came his dry reply.

The Duke of Montgomery was near the refreshment table, his straight shoulders and the glint of his white-blond hair in the shadows unmistakable. As was Lord Ballentine’s remarkably tall form, next to the duke. Lucian had joined them,

the boyz

Hattie would have loved to be a fly on the wall next to the unlikely trio—the men’s icy, smug, and brooding temperaments, respectively, had to make for terrible company.

At first sight, they were still an unlikely match—opposites in looks, upbringing, and temperament. But on the artist’s color wheel, two opposite colors were considered complementary. Their high contrast caused high impact, and they looked their brightest when placed next to each other.