Forced to wed a landless knight in order
to protect her home, Moira MacInnes intends an annulment of her marriage to the
arrogant Lachlan Ramsay as soon as possible. Falling in love wasn’t part of the
plan.
THE ONLY THING MORE DANGEROUS THAN A LIE IS LOVE.
THE ONLY THING MORE DANGEROUS THAN A LIE IS LOVE.
Scotland 1455 – The Douglas clan is at war with
their king. To protect his lands from confiscation, Lord John Douglas, the
dying Earl of Kildrummond, must find an heir that doesn’t carry his name.
A landless knight, Lachlan Ramsay expects no more of life than battles, blood, and the occasional warm bosom. But when Lord John makes him his heir, Lachlan has a chance at something he never dreamt of—a home. There’s just one condition: He must marry the earl’s bastard daughter, the fiery, eccentric Moira MacInnes.
Lachlan has no desire for a headstrong, sharp-tongued wife. Moira has no need for an arrogant, too-handsome husband. To save Kildrummond they will marry and seek an annulment immediately upon the earl’s death. But deception is never simple, and passion once inflamed is impossible to ignore. Soon they will no longer be deceiving the earl but themselves.
A landless knight, Lachlan Ramsay expects no more of life than battles, blood, and the occasional warm bosom. But when Lord John makes him his heir, Lachlan has a chance at something he never dreamt of—a home. There’s just one condition: He must marry the earl’s bastard daughter, the fiery, eccentric Moira MacInnes.
Lachlan has no desire for a headstrong, sharp-tongued wife. Moira has no need for an arrogant, too-handsome husband. To save Kildrummond they will marry and seek an annulment immediately upon the earl’s death. But deception is never simple, and passion once inflamed is impossible to ignore. Soon they will no longer be deceiving the earl but themselves.
A Noble Deception - Excerpt
Bundled against the
icy wind, Moira pushed her mare onward through the deteriorating weather. That
morning, she had set her mind on making it to Glendalough by mid-afternoon
(Highland wind be damned). She wanted to leave well before the evening meal to
avoid being guilted into staying.
Except now, she was starting to regret her zeal; her new priority was to simply reach the castle’s walls before dark.
One way or another, she would confront Viscount Strathcairn. After a considerable amount of thought, she’d made up her mind.
She would accept his proposal—sweet heaven above, she couldn’t even think the words without gritting her teeth!
As much as she detested the arrangement, for however brief a time it may be, she had to concede that it was logical. As long as he was willing to uphold his end of the bargain and have the marriage annulled when the time came—and Moira had no choice but to trust that he would—then she would agree.
And why wouldn’t he make good on his promise? A man like Lachlan Ramsay wouldn’t want a plain, simple lass like Moira for a wife under more natural circumstances. Any more than Moira would want a vain, over-confident, self-important brute like him.
Vain he certainly was!
Well, he probably was, at any rate. All men that good looking were.
Except now, she was starting to regret her zeal; her new priority was to simply reach the castle’s walls before dark.
One way or another, she would confront Viscount Strathcairn. After a considerable amount of thought, she’d made up her mind.
She would accept his proposal—sweet heaven above, she couldn’t even think the words without gritting her teeth!
As much as she detested the arrangement, for however brief a time it may be, she had to concede that it was logical. As long as he was willing to uphold his end of the bargain and have the marriage annulled when the time came—and Moira had no choice but to trust that he would—then she would agree.
And why wouldn’t he make good on his promise? A man like Lachlan Ramsay wouldn’t want a plain, simple lass like Moira for a wife under more natural circumstances. Any more than Moira would want a vain, over-confident, self-important brute like him.
Vain he certainly was!
Well, he probably was, at any rate. All men that good looking were.