Without a Season, Lady Isolde Worthingham captured the Duke of Moore’s heart at a country dance. But on the eve of her wedding, a scandal that rocked the ton and sent her fleeing to Scotland alone and unwed, leaves her perfectly planned future in a tangle of disgrace and heartbreak.
Merrick Mountshaw, the Duke of Moore loathes the pitiful existence he hides from the ton. With a scandalous wife he never wanted, who flaunts her many indiscretions, life is a never-ending parade of hell. When the one woman he loved and lost returns to London, he knows he can no longer live without her.
But vows and past hurts are not easily forgotten. Love may not win against the ton when a too proper Lord and Lady play by the rules.
Each book in the To Marry a Rogue series is a standalone story that can be enjoyed out of order.
Book #1 Only an Earl Will Do
Book #2 Only a Duke Will Do
Book #3 Only a Viscount Will Do
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Tamara is an Australian author who grew up in an old mining town in country South Australia, where her love of history was founded. So much so, she made her darling husband travel to the UK for their honeymoon, where she dragged him from one historical monument and castle to another.
A mother of three, her two little gentlemen in the making, a future lady (she hopes) and a part-time job keep her busy in the real world, but whenever she gets a moment’s peace she loves to write romance novels in an array of genres, including regency, medieval, and paranormal.
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Only A Duke Will Do
To Marry a Rogue Series
By Tamara Gill, Erin Molta
Entangled Publishing, LLCCopyright © 2017 Tamara Gill
All rights reserved.
Mountshaw Estate, Wiltshire 1805
Isolde Worthingham, the second eldest daughter of the Duke of Penworth, spooned syllabub into her mouth and grinned at her betrothed, a man she had known for only one year, yet it felt like she'd known him her entire life. Merrick Mountshaw, the fourth Duke of Moore, was a gentle soul, much like herself, and suited her more than she'd ever dreamed. So much so it was almost like they'd been made for each other.
He smiled back, his eyes sparkling with humor. How was it that in only a few hours they would be married, finally promised to each other before God and all those they cared for most in the world.
Excitement thrummed through Isolde's veins. She'd waited for what seemed forever for this day to arrive. How lucky she was to be marrying for love, something that she and her sisters had promised to uphold after witnessing such a union from their parents' own match.
And she had found it with Merrick. The last dinner together as an unmarried couple carried on around them, and was enjoyable and hearty. The conversation was of nothing but the forthcoming nuptials and the joining of two great families of southern England. The event of the Season some said.
It did not surprise her that the wedding was titled as such, with half of London having traveled to Mountshaw, Merrick's ancestral home, to attend. Everyone who was anyone would see them state their vows, their promises to each other, tomorrow. She couldn't wait.
Merrick took her hand, pulling her from her thoughts, placing a lingering kiss on the inside of her wrist. Warmth spread across her cheeks, and she bit her lip.
"I cannot concentrate on this dessert when there is something all the more delectable at table," he whispered, leaning close.
She laughed, looking about and hoping no one heard his words. "You tease, Your Grace."
"With you, I tell only the absolute truth." He smiled and answered a question from her brother Josh across from her. It was always pleasant sitting next to Merrick. In fact, she preferred it to the other end of the table, where she would hardly be able to see him between all the fruit and flower arrangements lining the great expanse. And if she sat away from him from tomorrow onward, she wouldn't have the delightful feeling of his boot rubbing up against her silk slipper.
There is no hope for the man. I've ruined him.
She inwardly chuckled at the thought. Once one of Town's most-loved rogues, Merrick had been quite a sought-after gentleman, not that Isolde had known anything about him until last year, when they'd met. She watched as he spoke with her brother about having some celebratory drinks after the women retired. Merrick was animated in conversation; his strong jaw teased her to stroke it, to drag him down for a kiss by lips that still distracted her when she looked at him. He was, in her estimation, perfect.
And she loved him so very much. He enjoyed life and all it offered, always imagined the best of any bad situation. The duke cared for his friends as much as his tenant farmers and staff. He was unlike anyone she'd ever known. The best of men.
Isolde sipped her champagne, the bubbles tickling her tongue, and the day's tension slipped away as the dinner progressed. Everything was ready for the wedding. The flowers were set, the trestle tables were on the lawn, waiting for the servants to set them for the wedding breakfast tomorrow morning. Her trunks sat packed in the entrance foyer for their trip to the Continent, and her wedding gown hung against her armoire. All Isolde had to do was try not to blubber uncontrollably as she promised her heart and soul to the man beside her, something she would absolutely fail at.
Isolde leaned over toward him, gaining his attention. "Must you, Merrick? I can hardly concentrate on this meal as it is, never mind having your foot dancing along my leg."
"It is only fair, as I've not been able to concentrate for months." He winked, picking up his glass of wine and taking a sip. She watched him, entranced when he licked a droplet of the drink off his lips. He caught her watching him, and understanding dawned in his gaze, hot and full of promises.
He picked up her hand and kissed her fingers, paying homage to the square diamond he'd given her in celebration of their betrothal. The ring had been his grandmother's, and now it was hers, and God willing, their son's wife, one day.
Heat pooled in her belly with the tantalizing stroke of his mouth against her body. The thought of the wedding night left her breathless, and she took a fortifying sip of champagne.
"I love you," he said, loud enough for all to hear the endearment.
"And I you." Her response was automatic, natural, and she blessed the day her best friend, Miss Hart, had introduced them at a country dance one year earlier. From that day forward, Merrick had been attentive and unrelenting in his pursuit of her, and she reveled in the fact she'd brought to heel one of London's devilish rogues.
Her father, the Duke of Penworth, cleared his throat, watching them with mirth. Her dearest papa all but glowed with pride. "I would like to propose a toast to the Duke and the future Duchess of Moore. May your life be full of love, good health, and happiness."
Her father smiled, and she noted the sheen of unshed tears in his eyes. He'd always been an emotional man, and they loved him all the more for it. "Moore has proven himself this past year to be a determined and honorable young man, and was I not assured he'll do nothing but strive to make my beautiful daughter happy, I would not have allowed the union to go on. But tonight my heart is full and joyful. Isolde has chosen well. It fills me with contented pleasure knowing you will forever be safe and blissful. So please raise your glass to the future Duke and Duchess of Moore."
The chorus of cheers burst from the table, and Isolde smiled at Merrick when he kissed her hand a second time. She looked around the long, marvelously decorated table, smiling her thanks to all her family and the few close friends who were present.
Her gaze halted on her best friend, Miss Leonora Hart — Letty to her. A frown marred her usually perfect forehead, and her lips were thin with displeasure. Letty looked distracted, worried even, and Isolde paused, promising to find out what ill her friend was feeling before the night came to an end.
Perhaps it was because Isolde was about to be married and Letty wasn't going to have a Season in Town due to finances at home. Her father, the local vicar back in Surrey, was not fluid in funds, and had refused the Duke of Penworth's offer to give his daughter a Season. Isolde had thought his decision very unkind, and unfair for Letty, and not being able to help had made the situation even more frustrating. And Letty's father's decision was final. He was not a vicar swayed by persuasion.
She would speak to her father again about the situation before she left for her wedding trip to Paris and Switzerland. Letty was practically her sister, after all, having known each other since they'd been in braids. There was nothing Isolde didn't want more for her friend than to have the happiness she herself had right at this moment with Merrick.
Finally, the dinner came to an end and the men stayed behind for their port and cheroots. Isolde made her way to the withdrawing room, ready for the night to be over so the next day could finally begin. Her wedding day ...
How amazing that sounded.CHAPTER 2
One year earlier, Cranleigh Country Dance
Merrick, the Duke of Moore, leaned against the wall of the assembly rooms in Cranleigh and watched his life turn upside down before his eyes. What a marvelous creature the woman with dark-as-night hair was — a town beauty, probably of modest fortune from the look of her gown, but captivating in every sense of the word.
She will be mine ...
For the past fortnight he'd been staying with his good friend from Cambridge, the Marquess Wardoor, and had agreed to attend the country dance as a bit of a lark. But who's laughing now? Certainly not I.
He walked toward the door that opened onto the front gravel drive, the rooms claustrophobically hot. Was it only he who was afflicted with this prickling heat? Surely not. He pulled at his cravat, though his gaze never left the woman who seemed to have captured his soul in mere minutes.
She was the most breathtaking angel in the world.
The lady laughed, a rich, intoxicating sound, not a frivolous giggle. Her plain friend joined in her mirth, and his heart stuttered to a stop in his chest. He frowned, not fully at ease with the way his body responded to the woman. Yes, she was pretty, but modestly dressed, not his usual type of dark-haired beauty who wore silk of rich colors and deep shades.
This woman's gown was a light blue muslin, her hair pulled back into a style he'd seen about Town, but without the adorning jewels or hair combs. She needed no ornaments to accentuate what was there for all to see.
I must meet her.
Walking through the crowd, he stopped to speak to people, not wanting to look too desperate. Slowly he edged his way to her side, but if he was expecting a warm welcome — the honor of his presence with gushing statements and breathlessness — he was sadly mistaken.
He received none of those.
In fact, he received no welcome whatsoever.
Merrick frowned. The angel continued to speak to her friend, completely unaware that he stood beside her, all but begging her to forget Society's rules and turn to greet him — allow him to introduce himself.
It was a novel experience, being ignored, and not one he was comfortable with. Most people cared to know what he thought of different subjects. They wanted to know if he was attending an event, and if not, what were his reasons and should they follow his lead? They clamored for his opinion on the latest on-dit and such, but it would seem, not this country miss.
If her ignorance of him was anything to go by, she didn't give a fig as to his opinion, or his presence.
His friend, Lord Wardoor, caught his eye and walked over, bowing before the two women. "Miss Hart, Lady Isolde Worthingham, may I introduce you to my friend from Cambridge, His Grace the Duke of Moore."
Merrick snapped his mouth shut. She was the Duke of Penworth's daughter! The women curtsied, both casting speculative glances at him, and, for the first time in his life he couldn't form words.
His angel spoke first. "Your Grace, it is a pleasure to meet you." Her voice was articulate and clear.
He cleared his throat. "My lady, Miss Hart." He bowed, clearing his throat yet again. "Are you enjoying your time in Cranleigh?" "We are, Your Grace. Our time here has been the best of fun."
He nodded, unable to tear his gaze from her. She blushed, and his heart thumped loud enough he was sure she would hear. How awkward. "Will you dance with me, Lady Isolde?"
She cast a knowing look to her friend and nodded. "Why thank you, yes."
He led her onto the floor, her perfect hand resting delicately upon his arm. Even through the material he could feel her touch. It marked him, burned a brand into his soul that he was sure would never be replaced by another.
He pulled her into the dance, taking delight at her gasp that turned into a laugh. "Do you like to dance, Lady Isolde?"
She met his gaze, her eyes bright with mischief. "Isolde, please. And yes I do, when one's partner is affable and pleasant. What about you, Your Grace. Do you like to dance?"
They were pulled away for a moment by the steps of the dance before they were reacquainted again. "My name is Merrick. And yes, I do now."
She grinned up at him, a rose-color blush making her more delightful by the minute. The feeling that he should never let this woman go thrummed through his veins. "May I call on you when you return to Town?"
"I'm not returning to Town immediately, but home before the Season starts in earnest. When I do, I would like for you to call."
He twirled her, the hem of her gown brushing the tops of his boots. He could smell roses and leaned close, wishing he could kiss the little freckle that sat against her neck — a tempting morsel if ever he saw one. "It is done then."
"What is?" She smiled up at him, her gaze flicking to his lips. The air between them thickened with unsated desire. Yes, it was desire he felt for this woman, since the moment he'd laid eyes on her. Had Wardoor not urged him to attend this fete, he would never have met this delightful creature.
"My life." He pulled her closer than was necessary, wanted her to see, to read in his gaze what he could not voice at this time, no matter how much he wanted to.
"Your life, sir?" She smiled, and he was lost. "How can your life be done?"
"No, you're right," he said. "Not done at all, but only beginning. With you."
For the remainder of the night Merrick did not leave her side. For a daughter of a duke she held no guile, did not lift her nose before the gathered throng and throw her wealth and powerful family against their modest means. If anything, he thought she was trying to fit in more, be another one of the guests, a country miss out for a country dance.
And he adored her for it.
* * *
From the moment he'd seen her he'd known she was extraordinary, and he'd wanted her. The dance had marked the start of their courtship, and he had not ceased until she'd agreed to be his wife.
And now, in only a few hours, that wish would come to fruition.
It could not come soon enough.
The touch of a silk glove on his arm pulled him from his musings. Isolde wrapped her arm about his and pulled him close to her side. "What are you thinking about? You have the oddest look on your face." She smiled up at him, and he wanted to lean down and kiss her. Hated that propriety refused to allow open displays of affection. Once they were married, he would let Society go hang and kiss her whenever and wherever he wished.
"I was thinking about the night we met. Do you remember?"
She chuckled, taking a sip of champagne. "I do. It was the best day of my life. Well ..." She paused, meeting his gaze. "It was the best day, but something tells me tomorrow will surpass it."
Unable to keep from touching her, he kissed her hand. "I love you so very much. I promise to be the best husband I can be and make everything you ever wanted come true." Tears pooled in her eyes, and he wiped one away that dared to mar her beautiful face. "I hope they're happy tears."
"You're incapable of creating any other type."
* * *
Later that evening, after all the ladies had taken themselves off to bed, Merrick, along with the Duke of Penworth and Isolde's brother, the Marquess of Worth, partook in a few celebratory drinks. More than Merrick should have had if his uneven vision of the staircase was anything to go by. He was foxed, well and truly foxed. He clutched the banister and staggered to the second floor landing. That he made the floor, without toppling backward and breaking his neck, was a marvel.
The house was quiet as he made his way past Isolde's bedchamber — an overwhelming urge to cross the threshold ran through his mind, but the sound of a footman downstairs, sliding the bolt across the front door, kept him from diverting his course.
This time tomorrow night she would be his, and he pacified himself with that thought. They had the rest of their lives to be together. He could wait another few hours.
Making his suite, he noted his bed had been pulled down for the night by his ever faithful valet. The fire had long burned down to nothing but ash, and a chill marred the air. Stripping quickly, he staggered, falling over, and with a crack, his head hit the edge of his bed. Merrick swore, rubbing his skull, his head now thumping. The room spun, and he blinked, trying to focus his vision. It didn't work, but he dragged himself into bed, not bothering to climb under the sheets.
The room rocked, and for a moment Merrick thought he might fall out of bed. Nausea spiked in his gut, and he groaned. He would never drink again. Never, ever again.
* * *
Merrick woke with a start at the sound of the door clicking shut, before the bed dipped to his side. "Shush." A finger pressed over his lips and a slight figure to his side straddled his hips.
He mumbled, the words foreign and chaotic. Was this a dream? A lithe figure straddled his legs and the intoxicating fragrance of roses filled his senses.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
This didn't even deserve 1 star. Dont bother with this trash
This book had so much unhappiness before you get to the happy ending that it seemed so grim for most of the book.
Second book in the To Marry a Rogue series and I loved it as much as the first! Merrick and Isolde (loveee the names) are young lovers whose dream life takes an unexpected turn! The book is full of the Ton, balls, scandal, a nasty villain or two (Tamara's villains are dark dark creatures-I love it- She really does a good job showing the dark side of humanity), strong women, and love. I was so rooting for Merrick and Isolde and felt they faced at time insurmountable odds! Cannot recommend enough for historical romance fans! It is not your run of the mill romance but it complex and at times dark- which I thought was fantastic!
Great Historical Read. Isolde and Merrick were to be married when a scandal ruined everything. Now five years later Isolde returns from Scotland in hopes of finding a husband and having a family. Can Merrick in his unhappy marriage stay away? Fast paced with lots of emotion. I loved it!
Imagine finding your soul mate. Now envision on the eve of your wedding a hell you never thought possible is unleashed and your fiancé isn’t yours anymore. That is what happens to our fated couple, Merrick and Isolde, in Only a Duke Will Do. I loved the first book in this series, Only an Earl Will Do, and was looking forward to another Gill adventure. While this novel focuses on the second Worthingham daughter, the story doesn’t lack any of the passion and well-developed characters that the first did. This had a very different vibe than the first, but I loved it just as much. Five years after their wedding never happened, Isolde is back in London to find a husband while Merrick is stuck in a loveless marriage with a woman who is the biggest embarrassment the ton has seen in years. The two are thrown together through mutual friends and events of the season. They discover their love is still as strong as the day they were parted by evil, yet there is nothing they can do about it. Through the masterful storytelling of Gill, the duo glimpses passion, fights through pain, and finds out secrets they never thought were possible. A glorious journey into love and heartache of the London ton is a true five star read! Book three in the To Marry a Rogue series, Only a Viscount Will Do, is scheduled for release in May 2017 and I can’t wait to read what Gill has in store for us next. I received this book for free in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
Only a Duke Will Do by Tamara Gill is Book 2 of the To Marry a Rogue Series. While this is part of a series, it can be read as a standalone. Each book centers around one particular child of the Duke of Penworth and is their own story. I have quickly fallen in love with Ms. Gill’s amazing writing and characters. The author has a wonderful writing style that is smooth and flows beautifully as she weaves her stories. Only a Duke is no different and will pull you into Isolde and Merrick’s story of love, betrayal, misunderstanding, heartbreak and forgiveness. A powerful and gripping tale. Must have tissues on hand! Please note that an ARC was generously provided in exchange for an honest review of which this is both honest and completely voluntary.
'Only a Duke Will Do' by Tamara Gill is book two in the "To Marry a Rogue" series. This is the story of Lady Isolde Worthingham and Merrick Mountshaw, the Duke of Moore. I have read the Previous book "Only an Earl Will Do" but feel strongly this can be a standalone book. This book was a second chance book for love that should have been from the start a happy ending but there was someone who prevent that for these two loves! Isolde and Merrick meet at a dance where they fall in love from the start. Merrick asked Isolde to marry him pretty quickly. But on the eve of their Wedding a jealous friend of Isolde set into motion a plan that destroyed their chance to be married. Instead Merrick was force to marry that evil friend. Now about 5 years later after Isolde up and left the town for Scotland she has decided to return to the town to find herself a husband. Isolde quickly runs into Merrick and they both at first try to act as if the past didn't happen. But Isolde starts to learn that Merrick is living the happy married life with her former friend as she assumed. Merrick learns that Isolde is back in town to marry...which is upsetting to him. Merrick is still married but the town has made a joke of his marriage. In addition, Merrick's best friend has his eye on Isolde for a wife. Can these two ever find the happens that they both deserve? This was another great book by Ms. Gill...and only makes me want more! "My honest review is for a special copy I voluntarily read."
This is an emotional roller coaster Regency romance written by a skilled wordsmith who brings the characters, their interactions and feelings vividly to life in this page turner novel. I loved it! Eighteen year old Lady Isolde Worthingham is in love with the man she's to marry tomorrow Merrick Mountshaw, the Duke of Moore. They met at a country dance and both love each other and can't wait to be married . . . . Until her spiteful, deceitful and manipulative supposedly best friend intervenes to cause a scandal that forces him to marry her friend rather than Isolde. Heartbroken, Isolde takes refuge in her Scottish estates for more than five years before acknowledging she needs to see her family and returns to London for the season. She didn't expect to see Merrick again but nor did she expect to discover his marriage is the talk of the ton and definitely not a happy one. Isolde and Merrick are still in love with each other but he's still married to his now scandalous wife and has a young son. As she seeks to find a suitable husband, he's torn as he doesn't believe she should be with anyone but him. The angst and turmoil between the two just rolls off the pages, taking the reader into their tumultuous relationship. With both being betrayed by someone they previously trusted, being thrust apart, this is their emotive journey to love and a possible happy ever after that seems so far out of reach for most of the story! I have no hesitation in highly recommending this dramatic regency romance to anyone who enjoys this genre, it is well written with great characters together with so many twists and turns making it an enthralling read. I can't wait to read the sequel which I believe will feature Isolde's sister, Lady Alice Worthingham. Many thanks to the publishers for gifting me, without obligation, a copy of this book. This is my honest review.
It's a very emotional read. The story is amazing and the characters are all well-written. It's a must read for historical fiction fans. Duke of Moore and Lady Isolde fell in love at first sight. Since the day they met they have known that they're meant to be together. They are going to have their happily-ever-after soon. But then they're both betrayed. Isolde leaves her home and move to Scotland, heart broken and in despair. Moore, shackled in a marriage he didn't want, becomes resigned to his fate. And life went on.... Now after five years Isolde is back. As soon as their path crosses they both realise how much they still love each other. Unfortunately it doesn't matter any more. Moore has his own life, a wife and a child. And Isolde is also ready to move on, find a husband of her own, and finally be happy. But the more they see each other, the more difficult it becomes to deny what they know to be true. Will they ever be happy or are they doomed to live apart and in misery for the rest of their lives? It's a very interesting story, with many twists and turns, I quite enjoyed reading it. 'To Marry a Rogue' has become one of my favourite historical romance series. It has drama, romance, intrigue, heart break, and lots of emotions which kept me interested through out the book.
On the eve of their wedding, Isobel & Merrick’s dreams come crashing down when her best friend, Leonora dupes and seduces Merrick & deliberately ensure they are in discovered in his bed. Leonora is the daughter of a vicar & with no lofty prospects; befriended since childhood by Isobel & treated as almost one of the family. The night of wedding eve party, she drugs Merrick’s drink leaving him befuddled & intoxicated & goes to his room after he retires and seduces him while leaving a note under Isobel’s door to ensure they are discovered. All the while, Merrick is in a dreamy haze thinks he is having a lusty dream of Isobel. The wedding goes on, but with a different bride, after Leonora all but blackmail’s Isobel’s family to ensure her plans are successful. A brokenhearted Isobel secludes herself in Scotland, on a family estate. But after 5 years, she finds herself lonely and agrees to accompany a close friend for a Season in London. I did find it rather hard to believe that Isobel and her family so easily let Leonora win when it was obvious that she was the culprit and wanted to put Merrick in a position where he had to marry her instead (blackmailing Isobel's family, honestly!). The overall tone of the story is somewhat depressing initially as both Isobel and Merrick are clearly desperately in love with each other. I’m not sure who was sadder; Isobel for her broken heart & lost trust or Merrick who has to marry Leonora it was all a set up and thinking he has lost Isobel forever. When they meet again, their pain is rather palpable. Leonora of course is a total b*****. I initially found the book a bit hard to get into but after a few chapters I was totally immersed in the story. Interesting and absorbing though with a sad tone. I especially appreciated that the author did not make Isolde and Merrick commit adultery. Isolde especially kept herself morally strong and tries to do the correct thing no matter how much she was hurting or the temptation that was Merrick. A very satisfying journey to their HEA. Copy gifted in exchange for an honest review.
Only a Duke Will Do by Tamara Gill is a deliciously wicked Historical Romance. Book 2 of the 2 book series, "To Marry a Rogue", but can be read as a stand alone. See, Book 1 "Only an Earl Will Do". Set in Scotland and London. This is one of those WOW, stories. Well written, fast paced, action packed with realistic situations, challenges and hope of finding a HEA. This is the story of Lady Isolde Worthingham and Merrick Mountshaw, the Duke of Moore. With hatred, anger, scandal, heartbreak, separated lovers, secrets, betrayal, hope, healing, misunderstandings, and an unknown foe, readers will be turning pages as they have a few cries, some smiles, a bit of bitterness, and overwhelming desire for Isolde and Merrick to face the challenges presented to them, force the past hurts to heal, overcome the obstacles to find their HEA and a forever love. Merrick is married to a scandalous wife, one he never wanted, and who flaunts her many indiscretions. What a hell he's been through. Then the only women he's ever loved returns to London, all changes. I enjoyed Merrick and Isolde's story. Can heartbreak and scandal find healing, hope, and a second chance, amongst the chaos of their lives? Ms. Gill presented readers with an emotionally charged read, that will have you turning pages as they are engrossed in an exciting and enticing read. Powerful, compelling, emotional and an absolute delight to read. Strongly recommended for fans of Historical Romance, fast paced and action packed stories with a strong heroine and a proper Lord who face the ton. Can Merrick and Isolde win if they follow the rules of the ton? I can't wait to read Book 3, coming May 22, 2017 "Only a Viscount Will Do". I received a complimentary copy. Rating: 4.5 Heat rating: Mild Received by: AprilR
With a flair for the dramatic and the heart of a dreamer, it's no wonder Tamara Gill writes romance. Her attention to imagery and the tempo of her delivery are all on full display in Only A Duke Will Do. Her vision speaks to the romantic deep within believers in love and happily ever after. Merrick and Isolde were a dream interrupted by heartbreak, but the chance to begin again was always in the cards for them. The heart will not be denied and Tamara Gill has been blessed with a haunting gift of classic proportions.
Wow and Wow! Isolde and Merrick were to be married and live happily ever after. A scandal that tore them apart happened the night before the wedding. Merrick was forced to marry another and Isolde ran away to Scotland. My heart broke for Isolde. She would have made Merrick so happy and would have been the perfect wife. If only....... Years later, Isolde returns and is determined to find a match and have children. She did not plan on running into Merrick. She was not prepared for what her heart could not forget. This was an emotional journey for me. I was angry at Merrick, heartbroken for Isolde and wanted to rewrite the first chapter so the scandal would never happen. But then, there would not be the story full of passion, love, betrayal and the promise of hope. Be prepared. Once you start this fabulous book, time will stop and you will just keep reading until the end determined to find out if a happily ever after is still possible.