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When a Scot Ties the Knot (Castles Ever After, #3) When a Scot Ties the Knot by Tessa Dare
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“My dear imaginary Captain MacKenzie, you are not real and never will be. I, however, am a true and eternal fool.

Here, have a drawing of a snail.”
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“I think you underestimate my capacity for taking normal human interaction and making it awkward.”
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“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. A hundred questions sprang up in her mind, jostling with each other to reach the front of the queue. Did he prefer essays, dramas, novels, poems? How many books had he read, and in which languages? Which ones had he read again and again?”
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“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.”
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“I'm Captain Logan MacKenzie. I received every last one of your missives, and despite your best attempts to kill me, I am verra much alive."
He propped a finger under her chin, tilting her face to his. So she would be certain to hear and believe his words.
"Madaline Eloise Gracechurch... I've come here to marry you.”
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“She laid a row of cushions down the center of the bed, carefully dividing it into two sides....
"I dinna know how this strategy escaped Napoleon's notice. If only he'd erect a barricade of feathers and fabric, we Highlanders wouldna have known how to get over it.”
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“Oh, Lord. Now he was not only an impoverished orphan, but an impoverished, unloved orphan with a passion for books. Her every feminine impulse jumped to attention.”
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“Here I am, struggling to banish any foolish imagined affections for you so that I can consummate this marriage of convenience in a proper businesslike fashion, as we agreed. And then you go and read a book?"
While he was at it, why didn't he just bring her a basket of kittens, a bottle of champagne, and pose naked with a rose caught between his teeth?”
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“I'd have to be dead in my grave before I stopped fighting for you, Madeline. Even then, I'd move six feet of earth to find a way."

-Logan”
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“I've nothing suitable to wear."
"I dinna care about the color of your frock, lass. I'm only going to take off you again."
She blinked. "Oh.”
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“There's more than one way to share pleasure."
She was quiet for a long moment. "How many ways?"
He rolled onto his side to face her, skimming a single finger from her breastbone to her belly. Here's an idea. I'll demonstrate them, and you keep count.”
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“Silly me. I dreamed big."
He gave her a sly grin. "And you got it.”
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“What I'm saying isna romantic. It's raw, primal, and entirely crude." He lowered his voice to a growl. "You, Madeline Elise Gracechurch have been driving me slowly mad with lust. For years.”
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“A kilt isna a skirt. ’Tis an entirely different thing.”
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“He followed her down the corridor. "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 in third in your affections behind the slimy prig and a squashed beetle?”
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“What's the worst thing you've ever done?"
He pushed his hands through his hair. "I'm beginning to think it was marrying you.”
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“Quickly, say something unfeeling. Mock my letters. Threaten my beetles. Just do something, anything reprehensible.”
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“Oh, Logan. I hate to tell you this. But I think we're cuddling." She nuzzled into the linen of his shirt. "You're doing a wonderful job of it, too."
The little minx. Very well, she'd finally gotten her way.
They were cuddling.
And Logan rather liked it.
He loved it.

-Maddie & Logan's thoughts”
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“Here's Grant," Logan said as they reached a large, hulking man at the end of the line. "You're going to meet him several times."
"What's all this, Captain?" Uneasy, the big man rubbed his shaved head with one palm and looked around. "Where are we now?"
Logan reached out and placed a firm hand on Grant's shoulder. "Be easy. We're back in Scotland, mo chariad. The war's over, and we're at Lannair Castle in Invernesshire."
The big man's eyes turned to Maddie. He looked at her as though he were struggling to focus. "Who's this lass?"
Maddie offered her hand. "I'm Madeline."
"This is your sweetheart?" Grant asked Logan. "The one what sent all the letters?"
Logan nodded. "I'm marrying her. Right now, as a matter of fact."
"Are ye?" The man stared at her for a moment, and then a low chuckle rumbled from his chest. Grinning, he dug his elbow into Logan's side. "You lucky bastard."
In that moment, Maddie knew one thing.
Private Malcolm Allan Grant was her new favorite person.

-Logan, Grant, & Maddie”
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“She laid a row of cushions down the center of the bed, carefully dividing it into two sides:
His, and hers.
"Is that truly supposed to stop me?" He fell back on the bed, on his side-peering over the pillow wall at her with amusement. "I fully intended to have my wicked way with you. But now there's this cushion, so..."
She burrowed under the coverlet, drawing it up to her neck.
"Now that you mention it," he went on, "I dinna know how this strategy escaped Napoleon's notice. If only he'd erected a barricade of feathers and fabric, we Highlanders wouldna have known how to get over it."
"I don't expect the pillows to keep you out," she said. "They're merely a guard against anything accidental happening."
"Ah." He drew out the syllable. "We canna have any accidental happenings."
"Exactly. I might roll over in the night, and I know how you feel about cuddling. I should hate to take advantage of you."
"Minx." He sat up in bed and plucked the cushion from between them. "I'm here now. I'm flesh and blood, and I'm your husband. I'll be damned if I'll give up my place to a pillow."

-Logan & Maddie”
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“He looked at the mud. "If I pull you free, will you promise to bed me for my pains?"

"Here's what I'll promise, Logan MacKenzie. If you don't get me free, I will come back from the grave and haunt you. Relentlessly."

"For a timid English bluestocking, you can be quite fierce when you choose to be. I rather like it."

She hugged herself to keep her hands out of the creeping mud. "Logan, please. I be you, stop teasing and get me out of this. I'm cold. And I'm frightened."

"Look at me."
She looked at him.
His gaze held hers, blue and unwavering.

All teasing went out his voice. "I'm not leaving. Ten years in the British Army, and I've never left a man behind. I'm not leaving you. I'll have you out of this. Understand?”
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“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 reclines pose in her bedroom chaise longue, his face partly covered 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.

"Just promise me something, please," she said.

"What's that?"

"Just promise me that I'm not going to come out from around this screen one night and find you holding a baby." That seemed the only possibility more devastating to her self-control.

"He chucked. "It doesna seem likely."

"Good.”
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“It isna flouncing," he said. "It's pacing."
"If you say so, Captain MacFlouncy."
"Or prowling."
"Prowling." She arched one eyebrow. "Like a kitten?"
He gave an exasperated sigh. "Call me a kitten once more, and I'll..."
"You'll what?"
"I'll pounce on you and lick you like a dish of cream."
Maddie smiled to herself. That didn't sound like such a terrible punishment.”
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“This really, truly, could not be happening.
Captain Logan MacKenzie could not be alive. He could not be dead, either.
He didn't exist.”
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“He couldn’t be—

Oh, Lord. He was. He was going to kiss her.

“Wait.” Panicked, Maddie put both hands on his chest, holding him off.

“Your men, my servants … they could be watching us.”

“I’m certain they’re watching us. That’s why we’re going to kiss.”

“But I don’t know how. You know I don’t know how.”

His lips quirked. “I know how.”

Those three little words, spoken in that low, devastating Scottish burr, did absolutely nothing to ease Maddie’s concerns.

Thankfully, she had a reprieve. He pulled back and peered at her hair. He looked like a boy marveling at clockwork, wondering how it all worked. After a few moments, she felt him grasp the pencil holding her chignon.
With one long, slow tug, he eased it loose and cast it aside.

It landed in the loch with a splash.

His fingers sifted through her hair, teasing the locks free of their haphazard knot and arranging them about her shoulders. Tenderly. Like she’d always imagined a lover would. Sparks of sensation danced from her scalp to her toes.

“That was my best drawing pencil,” she said.

“It’s just a pencil.”

“It came from London. I have a limited supply.”

His thumb caressed her cheek. “It almost put out my eye. I’ve a limited supply of those, too. And it’s better this way.”

“But—” Her breath caught. “Oh.”

He bracketed her cheeks with his hands, tilting her face to his.

Her pulse thundered in her ears. She stared at his mouth. A wave of inevitability washed over her.

She whispered, “This is really happening, isn’t it?”

In answer, he pressed his lips to hers.”
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“I've come home to you."

"H-home...to me?"

"I knew it," Aunt Thea said. "It's him."

The strange man nodded. "It's me."

It's who?" Maddie blurted out.

..."Don't you know me, mo chridhe?”
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“She’d declined to attend parties and balls, citing her devotion to the Highland hero of her dreams—but really because she’d preferred to stay home with a book.”
Tessa Dare, When a Scot Ties the Knot
So, Logan thought. This is the girl.
At last he had her in his grasp. Madeline Eloise Gracechurch. In her own words, the greatest ninny to ever draw breath in England.
The lass wasn't in England now. And pale as she'd grown in the past few seconds, he suspected she might not be breathing, either.
He gave her hand a little squeeze, and she drew in a gasp. Color flooded her cheeks.
There, that was better.
To be truthful, Logan needed a moment to locate his own composure. She'd knocked the breath from him, too.
He'd spent a great deal of time wondering how she looked. Too much time over the years. Of course she'd sent him sketches of every blessed mushroom, moth, and blossom in existence-but never any likeness of herself.
By the gods, she was bonny. Far prettier than her letters had led him to imagine. Also smaller, more delicate.
"So..." she said, "this means...you...I...gack."
Much less articulate, too.

-Logan's thoughts & Maddie”
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“She wants your secrets. She wants your soul. You've got to crack yourself open and find that broken, shameful piece of your heart that you'd hide from the world and God Himself if you could manage it. And then serve it up to her on a platter.”
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“I can't believe that any man would care enough to go to all that trouble. Not for me."
He stopped pacing and approached her. He put his hands on her shoulders and forced her to meet his intense blue gaze. "I am wearing a cravat and cuff links at the godforsaken Beetle Ball. Does this not count as going to trouble for you?"
"But...that's not for me. Not really."
"Maddie, mo chridhe." His grip on her arms softened to a caress, and his gaze dropped to her mouth. "Like hell it isn't."

-Maddie & Logan”
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