Being arranged to marry a Highlander lord is hardly uncommon.
But when he happens to be gorgeous, powerful, dominant, and your best friend’s dad?
Well, that’s another story…
Lachlan McDougall is a lot of things: powerful, ruggedly handsome Highlander Lord, fierce ex-warrior, my soon-to-be-husband…
…And my best friend’s dad.
I grew up in their castle, under his eye. But secretly, I’ve wanted him since before I even knew what the word meant. On the surface, I’m marrying him for political reasons: to stop a war and save his lands.
On the inside, though, binding myself to Lachlan McDougall is a fantasy I’ve dreamt a thousand times.
I know this is wrong, and a sin. But once I lose myself in those dark, piercing eyes, and once I feel his big, powerful hands on me, and once I taste those beautiful lips?
…Well, it turns out, I might not be the only onewith a forbidden little secret.
In two days, I’ll be married to a man who I’ve married a hundred times, in my head. The man who’s taken me to bed ten times that number in my dreams.
Twice my age, a scandal waiting to happen, and my best friend’s father.
…I’m in so much trouble.
Completely over the top, growly af, tropes for DAYS, and wildly historically inaccurate. As in, if you’re a history major, I’m so, so sorry. Warning: not responsible for lost or ripped bodices. Reader beware.
As with all my books, this one is safe, with no cheating, and a HEA guaranteed.
