Finlay Cameron, the bastard son of an English earl and a Scottish mother, weds stunning, outgoing Blair Macnab to ensure her clan’s loyalty to King Charles. She’s everything he’s ever wanted in a wife, but he suspects she may be plotting his murder.Always considered to be nothing more than a pretty face, Blair Macnab yearns to prove her worth. She refuses to be used as a pawn for political gain, but when confronted by a blackmailer, her only option is to marry the brawny Finlay Cameron.In Finlay’s arms, she feels safe for the first time ever. Until she learns that her blackmailer is hot on her trail and her secrets could soon be exposed…
Well hello there sexy Highlanders! Finlay Cameron was a totally swoony character who has his own issues and most of them revolved around his status of being a bastard son of an English earl. He is completely loyal to the cause which makes him jump to some stupid assumptions when he marries Blair Macnab. Blair is happy to accept Finlay‘s proposal for marriage especially if it means she will get his protection and reason to escape her abusive household and blackmailer who is keen to drag her to a dark fate.
The story is a quick paced and full of action. The developing story of Finlay and Blair provides much needed romance while all the craziness happens around them. It was endearing to see both characters evolve and learn to let go of their past baggage. Something that is always a smart choice when there are obstacles to overcomes and what better way to do that when you pair two people who in the end complete each other.
So if you are a fan of suspense, action, betrayal, hot scots, and romance then this is the book for you. I started this series with book 4 and for some parts of the story I had to catch up with but overall I think this can be read as a standalone. However, I will be going back to start with book one. There is much background on some of the secondary characters who got me curious and I must satisfy my curiosity.
A short time later, Finlay found himself outside the chamber he was sharing with Blair. Anticipation coursed through his veins. Inserting the key into the lock, he turned the handle and pushed open the door to see her sitting at the dressing table wearing only her shift and brushing her long golden hair.
Was she humming? He couldn’t place the tune, but it was pleasant. Quietly pulling the door closed behind him, he locked it and moved toward her. Reaching out, he touched her shoulder. She flinched then turned, but when she saw it was him, she smiled.
“Ye smell nice.”
“Hmm,” he said as he lifted a strand of her wet hair and brought it up to his nose.
“They have molded soap. It smelled of lemons.” Her eyes lit with a childlike amusement.
“Do ye like it?”
“Aye. I didnae ken that it could be put in such an easy form.”
“I’ll keep ye supplied in it, if it pleases ye.”
“I’ll bathe before they bring the meal.” Before he could push her too fast, he hurried over to the tub, where he undressed and climbed in.
Blair called over her shoulder, “I hope ’tis no’ too cold for ye.”
“Nae, ’tis fine.” Truly, it had chilled, but he welcomed the cool, because it gave a slight relief to the part of him that had sprung to life upon being near his wife.
She rose and meandered toward the bed, her hips swaying through a material he noticed was quite thin. The cold water’s effects dulled as he again started to yearn for the lass as she sat lazily on the bed. “Do ye always stay at this inn as well?”
“Nae. I think ’twill have to reevaluate our route for future trips. I feel like a negligent husband making ye sleep in some of the places we have.”
“The bed does feel soft.” She fell back on it and spread her arms out, sliding her fingertips over the bedding.
Upon climbing out of the tub, he started for his wife, who had tempted him by laying out like an offering on a tray at English teatime. Hell, he’d lost his mind. She had her eyes closed, peace and contentment on her face.
He was stopped by a knock on the door.