“I didnae cross the Highlands to be denied. I came for me bride… and I’ll have all of ye.”
Anna is too curvy. Too quiet. Too easily dismissed. Or so the ton claims. After one humiliation too many, she decides enough is enough. So, she invents a husband. A Scottish Laird long rumored dead.
But dead lairds don’t knock on doors. Until one does. *** Hugh has no patience for foolish games. But his clan needs a dowry.
So when a letter arrives from a woman claiming his name… He decides to claim her in return. Sweet Anna insists it was all a lie… But Hugh will not return to Scotland empty-handed.
He vows to show her what having a Highland husband means. Because when he becomes obsessed, a beast doesn’t let go.
