Much Ado About Marriage

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New York Times bestselling author Karen Hawkins’s first historical romance, originally titled ONE LUCKY LORD and written as Kim Bennett, has been rewritten to tie into both her "MacLeans" series and her new "Hurst Amulet" series.

Fearless English earl Thomas Wentworth scoffs at failure, trusting in the legendary Wentworth luck to safeguard his spy mission to Scotland. But a single encounter with saucy Scotswoman Fia Maclean turns Thomas's mission topsy-turvy. All-too-innocently ...

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Overview

New York Times bestselling author Karen Hawkins’s first historical romance, originally titled ONE LUCKY LORD and written as Kim Bennett, has been rewritten to tie into both her "MacLeans" series and her new "Hurst Amulet" series.

Fearless English earl Thomas Wentworth scoffs at failure, trusting in the legendary Wentworth luck to safeguard his spy mission to Scotland. But a single encounter with saucy Scotswoman Fia Maclean turns Thomas's mission topsy-turvy. All-too-innocently entangling him in his enemy's trap, the beautiful Fia gives Thomas no escape but to marry her. But Thomas doesn't know just what he's marrying into. With an ancient amulet in Fia's possession, she wields even more power than her sharp tongue and quick wit. Her cousin, Douglas Maclean stole the magical amulet from the White Witch, Maeve Hurst, and gave it to Fia for safekeeping. But now, with Fia in London with Thomas, the amulet falls into the hands of Queen Elizabeth. Thinking it will be safe in the queen's hands, Fia leaves it be and focuses on bedeviling her newly betrothed!

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Sassy, beautiful Fia MacLean wants nothing more than to leave Scotland for London and present her plays to Queen Elizabeth. However, the very night she attempts to run away from Duart Castle and her overprotective cousin, Laird Duncan MacLean, she knocks Thomas Wentworth, an English earl on a spy mission, right off a window ledge, and the two begin a journey toward love. Though some elements will be confusing for new readers, anyone can appreciate the espionage subplot and the delightful banter between spitfire Fia and quick-tongued Thomas. Colorful secondary characters, especially Thomas's bombastic best friend, add humor and charm. An open ending may strike some readers as weak, but others will be moved to seek out Hawkins's MacLean Curse and Hurst Amulet series, to which this is a prequel. (Sept.)
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"Much Ado About Marriage is a delicious flirtation that pits a staid Englishman against a fey Scots woman. Humor, folklore, and sizzling love scenes lend this novel the perfect incentive for not wanting to put it down." - Heide Katros, Winter Haven News Chief

"A very readable romance. The town is quaint, the murder club cute, and the storyline and our heroine the equal of Lois herself. Fans of the first book set in Glory will be pleased." - Romantic Times on LOIS LANE TELLS ALL

"Readers who met Caitlyn in SLEEPLESS IN SCOTLAND will applaud her return in the second of Hawkins' delightful duet exploring what happens to the 'bad' girl gets caught in her own schemes. The story is filled with biting repartee, humor, and sexual tension that will keep you turning the pages with glee." - Romantic Times (4 1/2 stars, Top pick!) on THE LAIRD WHO LOVED ME

"Delightfully humorous, poignant and highly satisfying novels: That's what Hawkins always delivers. Her fourth MacLean book is a perfect mix of a mistaken-identity plot with a heavy helping of delicious repartee, simmering sensuality, a touch of the paranormal and the most delightful trio of girls since Geralyn Dawson's Menaces. " -Romantic Times (4 1/2 stars!) on SLEEPLESS IN SCOTLAND

"Fun and highly entertaining!" - NYT bestselling author Rachel Gibson on TALK OF THE TOWN

"Karen Hawkins writes fast, fun, and sexy stories that are the perfect read for a rainy day, a sunny day, or any day at all!" - NYT bestselling author Christina Dodd

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781439187609
  • Publisher: Pocket Star
  • Publication date: 8/31/2010
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 506,417
  • Product dimensions: 4.16 (w) x 6.64 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

Karen Hawkins is a USA TODAY and New York Times bestselling author. When not stalking hot Australian actors, getting kicked out of West Virginia thanks to the antics of her extended family, or adding to her considerable shoe collection, Karen spends her time writing her next delightfully fun and sexy historical romance.

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Chapter One

Duart Castle

Isle of Mull, Scotland

May 2, 1567

It was one thing to fall—it was quite another to be shoved from the ledge of a second-story window.

Thomas Wentworth landed flat on his back with an ominous thud, his head saved from the rocky ground by a thick patch of herbs. Light exploded before his eyes as the breath left his body in a whoosh, and blessed blackness beckoned.

For several long moments, he fought for breath. Just as sweet air swept in to reassure him that he wasn’t dead, a lilting voice exclaimed softly, “Och, I’ve killed him!”

Low and husky, the voice flowed over him as rich as sweet cream. The grass rustled as someone knelt beside him. “I’m cursed for certain,” she murmured. “’Tis an ill omen to kill the finest man you’ve ever seen.”

The luscious voice demanded his attention. Wincing, Thomas forced his eyes open and focused on the figure kneeling above him.

“Blessed Mother Mary, you’re alive!” She smoothed the hair from his forehead with a feather-soft touch.

The moon made a nimbus around the thickest cloud of hair he had ever seen. Luminous in the moonlight, her hair streamed in waves and curls, frothing in abandon across her shoulders.

The end of one persistent curl brushed his ear and he weakly swatted it. “Aye, I live,” he muttered, struggling to rise.

Before he could do more than lift his shoulders, the wench pressed him back to the ground. “Don’t get up ’til we’ve certain you’ve no injuries.” Warm hands slid lightly over his arms and legs.

He caught her wrists and pushed her away, the rough wool of her sleeves telling him her position within the castle was menial. He forced his aching body upright. “Leave me be,” he growled unsteadily. “I am well.”

There was a long pause and then she said, “You’re a Sassenach.” A faint note of accusation hung in the air.

Thomas silently cursed. His throbbing head had made him forget to disguise his voice with a Scottish accent.

“You, sirrah, are no simple thief.” She brushed a hand over his shirt. “Your clothing is too fine.”

A flicker of annoyance increased his headache. He had chosen his dark garments with the utmost care to blend with the shadows should anything go awry.

The thought brought a twisted smile. In truth, little had gone right with this venture. From the second he’d crossed into Scottish waters, the famous Wentworth luck had been tested to the breaking point.

First his ship had run into a gale off the rocky coast and had barely managed to get to safety. Once in port, Thomas had discovered that his horse had been severely bruised by the rough crossing and it had taken several days to find a suitable replacement.

And now this: shoved from a window and accosted by a saucy wench. ’Twas yet another delay in his carefully laid plans.

Delays caused risks, and risks were something he rarely took without exquisite preparation and consummate attention to detail. Hurried plans inevitably ended in failure. Thomas Wentworth never hurried, and he never failed.

The woman rested back on her heels, her head cocked to one side. “What are you doing so far from your home, Sassenach?”

“’Tis no concern of yours,” he returned curtly.

“I cannot agree. ’Twas me who opened the shutters and bumped you from the ledge. I have a responsibility for you now.”

He frowned. “Who are you? A housemaid?”

“I belong here, but the same can’t be said of you, Mr. Thieving Knave—or whatever you are.”

Her lilting voice tantalized even as her words challenged. Thomas leaned forward and sank his hand in the silken softness of her hair. Ignoring her surprised gasp, he tilted her face until the moon slanted cold rays across the smoothness of her cheek.

He glimpsed a small, straight nose and a pair of very kissable lips before she shoved his hand away, her voice full of breathless outrage. “Stop that! What were you doing, perched on the window ledge like a big chicken?”

Despite his aches and irritations, he couldn’t help but grin. “I prefer to think of myself as a more noble bird, like a hawk.”

“I’m sure you do. But you flew more like a chicken than like any hawk I’ve seen.”

He chuckled. “Point taken.”

“You still haven’t answered my question, Sassenach. Why were you on the ledge?”

“I don’t remember.” For emphasis he rubbed his head, which still ached a bit.

She stood, her skirts rustling. “Aye, ’tis known that Englishmen have delicate heads made of eggshells.”

“No doubt you heard that from some heathen Scotsman wielding a claymore the size of a tree.”

“Testy, are you?” She patted his shoulder in a kindly way that was more insulting than spitting at him would have been. “I daresay that’s because your soft English head is aching.”

It was tempting to challenge her, but he couldn’t allow himself to get distracted from his real purpose. He put a hand on his pocket, the reassuring crackle of paper calming him.

She eyed him and said in a voice tinged with disapproval, “You were a fool to try to enter the castle through the upper window. ’Twould have been easier to climb in through a lower one.”

Though she didn’t know it, he had been climbing out not in, when she’d knocked him from the window. “I suppose a Scottish thief would have walked in the front door and not taken a craven entry like a window?”

She chuckled, the sound husky and warm like good Scots whiskey. “I’ve known one or two as would. There’s more gold and silver to be had in the lower floors, too.”

“You seem to know a lot about the castle.”

“I should. I’m the laird’s—” The silence was as complete as it was abrupt. “That’s not important. What is important is that you need to improve your thieving ways before you attempt such a fortified castle.”

“I appreciate your assistance, Mistress Saucy Wench. I suppose you are a master thief, to offer such advice?”

She shook her head, moonlight flowing across her hair like firelight on a rippled pond. “Not a master. Tonight was my first effort at reiving, and ’twas not near as exciting as I’d hoped,” she said wistfully.

She was a thief? Had he heard her right?

“’Twas dull work indeed ’til I knocked you from the ledge. ’Tis amazing, but you didn’t make a sound on the way down. You fell like a great rock, with nary a cry ’til you landed in the garden. Then you went ‘oof’ like a—”

“For the love of Saint Peter, cease your prattle,” Thomas hissed, casting an uneasy glance at the looming castle.

“Pssht. Don’t fash yourself about being heard. There’s no one home but the servants; Laird MacLean’s gone.”

“Aye, he’s been traveling these last two months.”

“Nay, he returned last week.”

“What?” Damn it, my sources were wrong. According to the information Thomas had been given, the laird wasn’t to return for another fortnight.

“Aye, but then that witch sent him a letter that crossed him. He stormed out immediately to enact vengeance.”

Thomas frowned. “MacLean left again because of . . . did you say ‘witch’?”

“Aye. The White Witch Hurst. I’ve never met her, but she’s cast her spell over MacLean until he doesn’t know if he’s coming or going. She gave the local magistrate some ancient documents that lay claim to half of the MacLean lands.”

“Good God. No man would stand for such.”

“Especially not the MacLean.” She shook her head, her mane of hair fluttering about her. “But I think ’tis lust as draws him to her. I hope he has a care. She’s a powerful witch, though Duncan claims that she’s but knee high to a goat.”

“I don’t believe in witches or curses.”

“I do,” she said simply. “I believe in all sorts of magic.”

“I’m quite aware of the Scots’ love of all things mystical.”

“And I know of the English love of coin.” She shrugged, an elegant motion that dismissed him. “We both have our weaknesses.”

He clambered gingerly upright, his head swimming as he spaced his feet far apart to balance the swaying earth. Bloody hell, he felt as though he were on the deck of the Glorianna in a full gale. A warm hand tucked into the crook of his arm. “Are you well enough to be walking?” Concern filled her voice.

“I’m fine,” he said curtly, shaking off her hand.

“Very well.”

Thomas wished he could see her expressions. Since the moon was behind her, her face was in shadow. On impulse, he grasped her arm and turned her so the moonlight spilled across her.

For a moment he could only stare. His earlier glimpse had suggested she was comely, but he had never seen such beauty as he now faced. Her dark eyes sparkled, surrounded by a thick tangle of lashes, and her full lips begged to be tasted.

Perhaps I believe in magic after all, he thought numbly.

She yanked her arm free and hefted up a large bag that clunked and clanked. “I’ve wasted too much time here. If you’re of a mind to get caught, Sassenach, then stay where you are. The laird could return any time and I, for one, will not be here to greet him.”

Some foolish part of him wanted to feel her honey-smooth voice a little longer. “You surprised me when you thrust open the shutters at this time of the night.”

She’d already turned away but now paused. “I was trying to decide if I should climb out the window like a proper thief or take the stairs. After watching you fall, I thought ’twas very possible I could have dropped my bag during the climb down and broken and dented my reivings, and then all of my efforts would have been for naught.”

Her casual attitude toward her less-than-honorable profession made him smile. “You are a saucy wench,” he said with grudging admiration.

She laughed softly, the sound curling inside him and heating him in unexpected ways. “That’s exactly what Duncan says.”

For a second, Thomas envied the unknown Duncan. “What’s your name, little thief?”

“Fia.” She shifted the bag to her other shoulder. “I just took the best candlesticks. I think they’ll be easier to sell than heavy plate, don’t you?”

She turned and made her way down a faint path that led toward the black forest, saying over her shoulder, “We should hurry, for Duncan returns this morn.”

Thomas accepted the unspoken invitation and fell into step beside her. “Who is this Duncan?”

“Why, Duncan MacLean, the Earl of Duart and laird of his clan.” She quirked a disbelieving brow his way. “Surely you knew whose castle you were stealing into?”

“Of course I knew. I just didn’t think of him as ‘Duncan.’” This woman knew MacLean well enough to use his given name. Who was she, then? She’d said she was “the laird’s”—and then hadn’t finished the sentence. She must be the laird’s mistress, then.

Refusing to examine the irritation that swelled at the thought of such beauty being sullied by a possible traitor, Thomas tried to focus on the return of his good fortune. Since Fia was within MacLean’s inner circle, she would be privy to valuable information.

He stepped into the shadows of the forest, pulling her into his arms.

“Stop!”

Though she struggled, he held her easily. “I’ve a wish to know more about you . . . and this Duncan.”

“Why should I tell you anything?” She twisted, attempting to stomp his feet with her muddied boots, her bag clanging noisily.

Thomas pushed aside the wild abandon of her hair, his fingers encircling her neck. “Hold still, comfit,” he whispered. “I want to know everything about Duncan MacLean. If you tell me, I’ll release you.”

She stopped struggling. “You wish to know of Duncan? Why?”

“That’s none of your concern.”

Her mouth thinned into a stubborn line. “Everything about Duncan is my concern.”

“I can’t imagine that you care too much, to steal from him the minute he’s out of sight.” His mouth was but a whisper from hers, his thumbs resting suggestively at the delicate hollow of her throat. “Just tell me what you know; I ask for nothing more harmful than information.”

She dropped her bag with a noisy clank and, to his surprise, melted into his arms, her lithe body flush against his. “You’re quite strong for a Sassenach.”

He tried to ignore the sensations her warm body ignited in his own. Sweet Jesu, she is a snug armful.

“Och, I think . . .” Her breath was ragged, her gaze fixed on his mouth. “I think you mean to kiss me.” Her lips parted, and the edge of her tongue moved slowly across the fullness of the lower one.

It was almost more than he could stand; the stirring of excitement grew stronger yet. She should be terrified, damn it.

Instead, she tilted her face to his as if to accept a kiss he’d not thought to offer. He knew he should try to scare her more, to frighten her into submission, for there was far more at stake here than the desires of a Scottish wench.

He should have.

But he didn’t.

All he could think about was the promise of Fia’s lips, the warmth of her in his arms, and the delicate fragrance of heather that drifted from her hair.

Thomas kissed her with every bit of passion that welled inside him, possessing her mouth as he cupped her rounded bottom through her skirts and molded her to him.

She clutched at his loose shirt, her soft, yielding lips drinking hungrily from his.

His body flamed in response and all thought fled. He slipped an arm about her waist and pulled her firmly to him, brushing aside her entangling hair to taste the sweetness of her delicate neck. He traced the contours of her back and hips, stopping to pull her bodice from the waistband of her skirt. Sweet Jesu, her skin was so deliciously warm and inviting. He pulled impatiently at the ties at her waist, his mouth now ruthlessly possessing hers.

Through a haze of raw passion, something hard and cold intruded harshly into his awareness. Suddenly he realized that a razor-sharp point, cold and deadly, was pressed against his side.

Thomas opened his eyes.

Fia regarded him with a cool smile. “’Tis time you were on your way, Sassenach.” She moved away and he saw that she held a knife that shone wickedly in the moonlight. And in her other hand, she held his purse.

Damn the wench! He had played right into her hands. “Why, you little thief!” He ached with frustrated passion and harsh disappointment.

She brightened. “I am a good thief, aren’t I?”

Cold fury raced through him. Should he lunge for the knife? No; a bloodcurdling scream would awaken the servants.

Thomas swore. “You common, thieving—”

“Och, spare me your wild words. ’Tis your own fault, laddie.”

“Do you know who I am?”

“Nay, and it matters not.”

“I am Thomas Wentworth.” He waited. Even here, in the wilds of Scotland, the Wentworth name had meaning. His family was the wealthiest and most powerful in all of England.

But apparently someone had forgotten to mention that fact to this particular maid. Fia tucked his bag of coins into her bodice. “Well, Master Thomas, ’tis nice to meet you, but ’tis your own fault ’tis come to this.”

“It’s my fault that you robbed me?”

“I had no notion to take aught from you ’til you tried to seduce me.”

He laughed bitterly. “One does not seduce a trollop. One pays.”

Her hand tightened on the knife; her delicate brows lowered. “Have a care, Sassenach. You may have a tongue as sharp as a knife, but I hold a real one.”

“You wouldn’t use it.”

To his astonishment, she quirked a brow, cool and proud. “Why should I fear a poor Sassenach who can’t even climb into a window without falling on his head?”

He stepped forward and the knife flashed wickedly in the moonlight.

She eyed him warily. “Now, I shall go my way and you will go yours. If you’re as smart as you’d like to think you are, you’ll leave before Duncan arrives.”

“I will find you, wench,” he warned.

“That’s not likely.” Still holding the wicked-looking knife before her, she grabbed her bag of loot and slowly backed toward the shelter of the forest, her eyes fixed warily on his.

He smiled with cold menace. “Tell me why his lordship returns in such haste, and perhaps—just perhaps—I’ll allow you to leave in peace.”

“As though you had the choice of it,” she mocked, but her gaze darted toward the castle, the roof faintly agleam as dawn crept stealthily into the sky.

“Come,” he urged, forcing his voice to a calmer level. “A little information for the gold you’ve stolen. ’Tis a fair exchange.”

Fia regarded him soberly. “You won’t chase me into the woods?”

“Not if you tell me what I seek.”

After a moment, she nodded. “Fine, then. ’Tis only fair. MacLean is returning to marry.”

Damn it, his sources hadn’t mentioned a marriage. “Who is he marrying?”

She smiled, and he knew her answer before she even spoke.

“Me, Sassenach.” Her lilting voice taunted. “He comes to marry me.”

And with a rattle of stolen candelabras and a mischievous smile, she turned and fled, disappearing into the woods.

© 2010 Karen Hawkins

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  • Posted August 31, 2010

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    Laughed and smiled and had a good time

    I was hooked on MUCH ADO right from the beginning. I felt like I knew Fia and her quirky spirit. She was light and airy, and in my mind exactly what I thought a perfect Scottish Miss would be. Thomas was tall, dark and a little bit full of himself. Together they made the perfect couple. She exasperated him and he sent her on fire.

    I really adored this book. The wit, the settings (Scotland, Thomas' ship & England), Fia and Thomas. I loved the secondary characters Robert and Duncan as well. I found myself laughing throughout the beginning and hated to put it down to feed the family.

    There's a bit of intrigue with some shady dealings. An army of Scots and plenty of humor.

    My suggestion is that if you're looking for a historical that's not your usual time period, a good adventure and romance then go get it. Its a fun, delicious read.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 22, 2013

    A great book but Karen Hawkins always writes great books I love

    A great book but Karen Hawkins always writes great books I love how these two people meant. Both trying to steal something. Things were going great they had there ups and down but I thought it would all work out. Untill someone started problems and Thomas did not believe anything that Fia had to say when that happened I even started crying it was so sad but than of course it all worked out when Thomas woke up and reliezed what was going on. A happy ending I liked.

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  • Posted October 2, 2010

    A WONDERFUL HISTORICAL ROMANCE! FULL OF PASSION,TENSION, SCOTTISH LORE!

    MUCH ADO ABOUT MARRIAGE by Karen Hawkins is a historical romance set in 1567 Scotland and London.Is a prequel to MacLean Curse series and the Hurst Amulet series. It is well written with details, depth, page turner, and fast paced. It has wit, humor, drama, romance, sensuality, passion, sexual tension,Scottish lore, touch of fantasy, shady dealings, sassy dialog, espionage, suspense and mistrust. The hero, Thomas, is dark, tall, an English spy, wealthy, fearless, handsome, strong,the Queen's favorite, considered the luckiest man in the world, devoted to England and their Queen. The heroine, Fia, is beautiful, dark eyed, red haired, witty, full of spirit, wants to be a playwright, a Scottish laird's cousin, wants to go to England, loves and collects wounded animals. When she and Thomas meets, poor Thomas has all kinds of trouble befall him. When they are caught in a comprising position, Fia's cousin, Duncan, demands Thomas to marry her and take her to England. Fia,Thomas, Fia's maid, Mary, her husband, Angus embark on Thomas's ship to England. Although Thomas is determined to get an anulment once they reach England, he can not seem to stay away from Fia. He is deeply attracted to her as she is to him. Fia's wit, quick charm brings mayhem to Thomas' life. Everytime Thomas sees Fia he burns with desire. Fia has the same burning desire, wants to remain his wife, strives to be the kind of wife he seems to what. Together, they learn true love, faith in each other, and true happiness. This is a wonderul story of love, patience, desire, and finding what is truly important. I would highly recommend this book. This book was received for review from the publisher and details can be found at Pocket Star Books a trademark of Simon and Schuster, Inc and My Book Addiction and More.

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  • Posted September 2, 2010

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    Reading this entertaining romance is a great way to spend a weekend. I devoured the entire thing only stopping every now and then to go to the bathroom or get something to eat. It's a must read for historical romance fans.

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  • Posted August 22, 2010

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    entertaining Elizabethan Era romance

    In 1567 at Durat Castle, English spy Thomas Wentworth climbs though the second floor window only to be pushed off the ledge into the ground. Apparently as he was entering, feisty Fia MacLean was leaving. She was running away from her overly protective cousin Laird Duncan with plans of meeting Queen Elizabeth in London to show her Highness her plays she has written.

    Her shove leaves him in jeopardy of exposure by his enemy in their territory or marriage to Fia to hide his identity under the veneer of avoiding a scandal. They wed and head to London with her taking with her the magical amulet Duncan gave her to keep safe from White Witch Maeve Hurst he stole it from. As Thomas and Fia fall in love, he remains distracted from his original mission by his siren of a spouse.

    This is a rewrite of One Lucky Lord (written as Kim Bennett) that enhances the original story line with obvious ties to the MacLean saga (see the Laird Who Loved Me) and much more looser connection to her upcoming Hurst Amulet series. From the opening fall, the lead couple make for a fun amusing historical romance with a touch of fantasy and a lot of espionage suspense. Although a transition tale from the MacLean clan to the Hurst brood, readers will enjoy this entertaining Elizabethan Era romance.

    Harriet Klausner

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