Praise forUSA TODAYbestselling author Margaret Moore:
âThe talented Moore has penned another exciting Regency.â
âRT Book Reviews on HIGHLAND ROGUE, LONDON MISS
âThe story is fresh, fun, fast-paced, engaging and passionate, with an added touch of adventure.â
âThe Romance Readers Connection on THE NOTORIOUS KNIGHT
âReaders continue to ask for âMooreâ.
Her latest book is a sparkling, dynamic tale of two lonely hearts who find each other despite their pasts and the evil forces surrounding them.â âRT Book Reviews on HERS TO DESIRE
âColourful and compelling details of life in the Middle Ages abound.â
âPublishers Weekly on HERS TO COMMAND
âA lively adventure with enough tension and romance to keep me turning pages.â
âInternational bestselling author Roberta Gellis on HERS TO COMMAND
âThis captivating adventure of thirteenth-century Scotland kept me enthralled from beginning to end.
Itâs a keeper!â âRomance Junkies on BRIDE OF LOCHBARR
âMargaret Moore is a master storyteller who has the uncanny ability to develop new twists on old themes.â
âAffaire de Coeur
âWhen it comes to excellence in historical romance books, no one provides the audience with more than the award-winning Ms Moore.â
âUnder the Covers
âI hardly think a simple kiss is cause for such an extreme reaction.â
His unrepentant cavalier attitude cut her to the quickâuntil she realised it was another proof of his degeneracy. âIt was a kiss that I did not want, did not invite and did not enjoy. It was also an affront to my dignity, as well as a sign of gross disrespect.â
The man grinned. âGood God, all that? Was it treason, too?â
âHow would you like it if I reached over and started pawing at you?â
âWhy donât you try it and weâll see?â
She was horrified, appalled, disgustedâand tempted, which was surely wrong and sinful.
âOr do you fear for your virtue?â he asked. âIf so, rest assured. Youâre the last woman in England I would ever want to seduce.â
âAs if youâd have any hope of succeeding!â
âCareful, Miss McCallan,â he replied. âI like a challenge.â
USA TODAY bestselling author MARGARET MOORE has written over forty historical romance novels and novellas. She graduated with distinction from the University of Toronto, has served in the Royal Canadian Naval Reserve, and is a past president of the Toronto chapter of Romance Writers of America. For more information about Margaret, including a complete list of all her books, please visit her website at www.margaretmoore.com
Previous novels by the same author:
THE OVERLORDâS BRIDE
COMFORT AND JOY (in The Christmas Visit) BRIDE OF LOCHBARR LORD OF DUNKEATHE THE VAGABOND KNIGHT (in Yuletide Weddings) THE UNWILLING BRIDE THE DUKEâS DESIRE HERS TO COMMAND HERS TO DESIRE THE DUKEâS DILEMMA MY LORDâS DESIRE THE NOTORIOUS KNIGHT KNAVEâS HONOUR
And as a Mills & Boon>® HistoricalUndone!eBook:
THE WELSH LORDâS MISTRESS
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savvy businesswoman and writer, with many thanks for her advice and support.
London February 1817
Esme McCallan paced restlessly in the solicitorâs office in Staple Inn. From beyond the closed door she could hear the hushed voices and footsteps of clients coming to meet with other attorneys. Some of the steps were as brisk as Esmeâs, others slow and shuffling and defeated.
None of them belonged to her brother.
Esme hated waiting, as Jamie well knew, yet here it was almost 3:30 p.m. on a wet, chilly afternoon and Jamie was not here to meet her, even though he himself had set the time. There was only one thing that could irritate her more andâ
It happened.
Quintus MacLachlann strolled into the office without so much as a tap on the door. Of course she hadnât heard him approaching; the man moved as silently as a cat.
Dressed in a brown woollen jacket, indigo waistcoat, white shirt open at the neck and baggy buff trousers, one could easily assume he was the son of peasants and earned his keep bare-knuckle fighting. Only his voice and lord-of-the-manor self-importance suggested he was something else, if not the truthâthat he was the disgraced, rakehell son of a Scottish nobleman who had squandered every advantage his familyâs wealth and station had provided.
âWhereâs Jamie?â he asked with that combination of arrogance and familiarity she found particularly aggravating.
âI donât know,â she replied as she perched on the edge of the small, serviceable, oval-backed chair her brother kept for his clients. She smoothed out a wrinkle in the lap of her dark brown pelisse and adjusted her unadorned bonnet by a fraction of an inch so that it was more properly centered on her smoothly parted, straight brown hair.
âThatâs not like him,â MacLachlann unnecessarily observed as he leaned back against the shelves holding Jamieâs law books. âWas he meeting someone?â
âI donât know,â she repeated, silently chastising herself for her ignorance. âIâm not informed of all the appointments my brother makes.â