Six years ago, a childish prank perpetrated by the reckless Quinton Carlisle ruined Annabelle Greene's reputation and any chance she had at securing a successful marriage. Incensed, she moved to her beloved estate on the Scottish border and has reveled in the solitude...until now when the contents of a family will are revealed. Suddenly, Belle's single status may cost her the only home she's ever known. Now, with her only marital prospect a horribly greedy and completely undesirable man, Belle knows just the person to rescue her-the one person who owes her for his bad behavior...
There's nothing Quinn Carlisle wants more than to get out from his older brother's shadow and make a name for himself abroad. So when a mysterious letter arrives, promising adventure, he rushes to the Scottish border...only to find that Belle laid a trap for him. The awkward, shy bluestocking whom he so enjoyed tormenting is gone, replaced by a graceful, elegant woman who ignites a desire in him he can't resist. Can Quinn help her save her home-and win her heart in the process?
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“You look much more like your
father now,” she commented, nervously licking her suddenly dry lips but only serving
to draw his attention to her mouth. Which made her even more nervous, so
nervous that she couldn’t stop the trembling of her fingertips as they wrapped
into the skirt of her night rail. “But you’re still a troublemaker.”
A faint smile played at his
mouth. “And you’re still a bluestocking,” he countered. Unintentionally
simmering a slow heat low in her belly, he reached up to tuck a stray curl
behind her ear. “Still retreating to the sanctuary of your library.”
“Because books are usually more
pleasant than most people,” she answered, swallowing hard when he trailed his fingers
down the side of her neck. She forced out, not at all as firmly as she’d hoped
beneath the soft touch of his fingers,
“And more trustworthy.”
Ignoring that jab, he slid his
hand lower to let his fingers play at the edge of her shawl. “Yet there are
things that people can do that books can’t.” His fingers tugged gently at the shawl
and pulled it down her shoulder to reveal the scooped neck of the nightdress
beneath. His gaze flicked to the small patch of revealed skin at the base of
her throat, then back to her eyes. “All kinds of interesting things.”






