“My bride…Yer good luck ended the moment I put my hands on ye.”
Lady Grace should have known better than crashing a ceilidh.
Now the icy Laird wants to keep her…as his bride.
She should be scared.
But he’s her only chance to escape her past.
And she’s intrigued by the man under the emotionless mask.
For the next week, she sets out to make him show each and every emotion…
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Accused of killing his first wife, ruthless Laird Hunter needs a convenient bride to care for his daughter.
But the more games Grace plays, the more obsessed he becomes.
After all, if it’s emotion she seeks, there’s plenty he can offer: lust, despair, the thrill of a hunt…
And his bride won’t talk back when she’s moaning his name.