Sweet Home Highlander

Sweet Home Highlander

by Amalie Howard, Angie Morgan

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Overview

Sweet Home Highlander by Amalie Howard, Angie Morgan

Lady Aisla Montgomery has a perfectly tolerable marriage...as long as her husband stays in Scotland and she in Paris. But now, years later, she wants only one thing—a divorce.

Niall Stuart Maclaren, the rugged Laird of Tarbendale rues the day he met his beautiful, conniving wife. Though the thought of her incites a bitter and biting fury, no other woman has ever stirred his blood as hotly.

When Aisla returns to Scotland to sever ties, Niall agrees on one condition—one week with him for every year of desertion. Six weeks as his wife in his castle...in his bed...in exchange for her freedom.

Each book in the Tartans&Titans series is STANDALONE:
*Sweet Home Highlander
*A Lord for the Lass

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781640635616
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date: 05/28/2018
Series: Tartans & Titans , #1
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 391
Sales rank: 39,554
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

Amalie Howard’s love of romance developed after she started pilfering her grandmother’s novels in high school when she should have been studying. She has no regrets. A #1 Amazon bestseller and a national IPPY silver medalist, she is the award-winning author of several young adult novels critically acclaimed by Kirkus, Publishers Weekly, VOYA, and Booklist, including Waterfell, The Almost Girl, and Alpha Goddess, a Kid’s IndieNext title. She currently resides in Colorado with her husband and three children. Visit her at www.amaliehoward.com.

Angie Morgan lives in New Hampshire with her husband, their three daughters, a menagerie of pets, and an extensive collection of paperback romance novels. She’s the author of several young adult books, including The Dispossessed series written under the name Page Morgan. Critically acclaimed by Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Kirkus, School Library Journal, VOYA, and The Bulletin, Angie’s novels have been an IndieNext selection, a Seventeen Magazine Summer Book Club Read, and a #1 Amazon bestseller. Visit her at www.AngieMorganBooks.com

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CHAPTER 1

Scotland, May 1828

The boulder-sized fist that connected with Niall Maclaren's temple almost took him to the ground. It was a miracle he managed to remain standing at all and not go sprawling flat on his arse. If he had, he might as well pack up and head for England.

"Had enough yet?" his best mate and closest neighbor, Hamish MacLeod, crowed. "Do ye yield?"

"I'll yield when pigs fly, ye pompous, overgrown pup."

Niall bounced on his toes and shook his wet hair, sweat flying in all directions, as he squared off against his opponent. Hamish MacLeod — at least all three blurry versions of him at the moment — was built like a mountain. A mountain with thick sturdy legs and a powerful left hook. Niall should know — they'd been sparring partners for years, and then, as they'd grown older, more serious rivals in the ring. He should have seen the blow coming, but he'd been distracted.

A buxom milkmaid had appeared at the edge of the crowded circle surrounding them, and he'd lost his focus and his footing for a scant second. Enough for Hamish to get in the lucky strike. The man's brute strength was enough to knock any normal man down, but Niall wasn't any normal man. He hadn't trained rain or shine or in ballock-shriveling cold every day for most of his life to not know how to take a hit. Nor was he about to relinquish his title of Champion of Tarbendale three years running. Hamish would have to do more than sneak in a lucky wallop to win.

Bare-knuckle boxing wasn't quite sanctioned by his father, Laird Maclaren and Duke of Dunrannoch, but what Niall did on his own lands was his own business. And Tarben Castle was his, sold to him by his sister, Sorcha Montgomery, who'd had no need for the property that had been part of her tocher. Neither she nor her husband, the Duke of Glenross, had wanted it. She'd said that if Niall could turn a profit, she would sell it to him. That had been three years ago. Tarbendale was now his, along with its lucrative cairngorm mines.

His eyes flicked to the dairymaid who'd cost him what would be a beautiful shiner by the evening meal. A healthy Scottish lass, with dark curling hair, apple-round cheeks, pink lips, and a very, very ample bosom that was a sneeze away from spilling out of her bodice, gazed back at him. Not that he was a man known for ogling women's bosoms, but hers was truly exceptional. He'd have to be blind not to notice. And he wasn't the only one.

Niall sighed. He'd been without a woman for far too long if the sight of a pair of breasts could make him lose a fight to Hamish MacLeod.

His friend noticed his stare and leered. "Tell ye what," Hamish said in a low voice. "Let's add her to the pot. Ten head of cattle, plus a kiss from the lass."

"She's no' mine to give. And I'm no' interested."

"Ye're laird here, are ye no'?"

"No' that kind of laird," Niall said with a scowl. Though he was laird. For a fourth son, and the last of five children, being master of his own lands had been a godsend. His eldest brother, Ronan, was heir to Maclaren and the dukedom, along with the vast holdings that came with it, but the small, unentailed pocket of Tarbendale was Niall's alone.

Hamish grinned. "Ye seemed interested in the lass before, didnae ye? Or parts of her at least. Imagine sinking yer face into those bonny pillows."

"I told ye, I'm no' interested," Niall said with an upward jab that missed, putting him slightly off balance.

Not one to squander an opportunity, Hamish threw a punch toward Niall's bare midsection that connected with a loud, fleshy thud. Niall returned the blow with a combination of right fist and left elbow to his opponent's ribs. Hamish grunted and danced out of the way. Both wearing breeches and naked from the waist up, they were covered in perspiration and dirt. A swim in the loch would be in order once the match ended.

"Is it Fenella then?" Hamish asked with a grin. "She looks like she's about to set that poor lass on fire."

Niall grunted, his eyes shifting to where Fenella, his longtime friend and more recently housekeeper, stood glowering at the unsuspecting girl. Her dark eyes met his and she stalked away, back toward the castle. She was not fond of his brawling, as she called it. But what Fenella didn't understand was that Niall needed the fights. He needed them to keep uglier things at bay. His left arm twinged as if in response, the rounded end of the stump at his wrist covered by a snug leather glove. He'd designed the covering himself, one of many he'd worn since losing his hand more than a decade ago. But the loss had never held him back, especially in a fight.

The crowd had grown thicker, Niall noticed, with many more females than would be expected for such an exhibition. His lips curled into a smile as he flung a wet clump of hair out of his face. Once, he'd have thought they would come just to see the one-handed son of the duke. The cripple of Maclaren. But from the rosy looks on the women's faces as they eyed his glistening muscled chest and arms, he'd wager the last thing they were thinking about was his missing left hand. Satisfaction rolled through him, costing him another well-placed blow from Hamish before he stepped neatly out of the way of a second.

"Lucky shot," he said with a grunt and paid back in kind with a jab to Hamish's thick jaw.

"Aye," the man said, dancing forward, sweat pouring off him in sheets. "Ye seem distracted, my friend. Mayhap some wenching is in order to cure whatever ails ye?"

"Ye think about women far too much," Niall replied with a punch thrown in for good measure, ducking a swift counter-blow.

"And ye dunnae. Look at them," he said, waving a drenched arm to the boisterous crowd. "They all want ye."

Niall's eyes narrowed, seeing that look on his friend's face and feeling his temper start to boil. "Hamish," he said in warning.

"Ye could have yer pick of the lasses," Hamish went on.

"Enough."

"If ye weren't still pining over the one who — "

The red haze Niall fought to keep contained threatened to break free of his rigid control. "I'm warning ye, Hamish, keep yer bloody mouth shut."

The block-headed man didn't take the hint. "— left ye."

Niall didn't pause to think, he just reacted. His knuckles and knee crashed out, connecting with flesh and bone in rapid succession. He ducked and weaved, his right fist and left elbow flying out in punishing sequences, driving Hamish back until he was nearly upon the people forming the far end of the circle. Blinded by rage, he swept Hamish's feet from beneath him. The man's thick arms did nothing to block the force of the blows that had been forged in the depths of hell, from years of pain and betrayal.

"I yield, I yield!"

It took half a dozen men to pull him off Hamish, for the bloodlust to clear, and for him to understand that his friend had fairly yielded the match. Everyone was cheering, his clansmen watching him with pride. He remained undefeated, though he took no pleasure in the fact. He'd lost control. Niall's skill in the ring was well known, but he never lost hold of himself. Never.

Not since ...

Hell.

He drew a strangled breath as Hamish rose and spat a mouthful of blood to the earth. One eye was swollen shut, and his face looked like it'd been trampled by a herd of cattle. "'Twas wrong of me," was all he said, but the pity in his friend's good eye was impossible to ignore.

Niall staggered back from it, panting like a wild animal. No one spoke as he reached for a nearby skin and drank deeply. He passed a second skin of whisky to Hamish, who accepted the silent peace offering. They clasped arms and moved to two tree stumps on the edge of the clearing where they sat, breathing hard. The crowd closed ranks to watch a new pair of fighters face off.

"I almost had ye," Hamish said with a jovial grin.

Niall shot him an incredulous look. "In yer dreams ye almost had me. And dunnae think I didnae ken 'twas ye who invited the maid. She has the look of a MacLeod." Hamish had the grace to look sheepish.

"Aye, about the lass, I didnae mean —"

"Think nothing of it," Niall said.

But Hamish had never known when to shut up, even as a boy. "Niall, I ken ye're angry," he lisped through swelling lips. "But do ye no' think it's about time ye moved on? Lady Aisla's been gone for years, and she's no' coming back."

"Dunnae say her name," Niall said.

The pain surged up again, raw and fierce, as it had been the day his wife had left him. It had not diminished with time, but had grown and festered. His own personal purgatory. And he'd welcomed it. He'd used the anger to chisel himself into rock. To make himself impenetrable. He supposed he had her to thank for that. She'd taken a stripling of a lad and forced him to become a man. A hard man.

"Tarbendale needs a lady," Hamish went on, unmindful of the danger that simmered beneath his friend's calm surface. "It's been six years, and have ye heard one word from her?"

Niall's jaw clenched. He didn't have to answer for Hamish to know he had not. The whole bloody clan knew as much.

"Let her go, then," Hamish said. "Find yerself a bride, like that young lass with the huge bubbies who's been making calf eyes at ye for the last hour." His voice lowered. "This thing ye carry inside ye ... it'll destroy ye."

Niall's whisper was inaudible. "It's already destroyed me."

But he made no protest when Hamish waved over the lush dairymaid and a handful of other giggling women to their sides. He didn't say a word when said dairymaid plunked a generously rounded arse into his lap. Hamish laughed and waggled his bushy black eyebrows as two others climbed atop him, caressing his bruises and cooing naughty nonsense into his ears.

"Ye fought well, laird," the lass in Niall's lap said shyly.

"Thank ye. What's yer name?"

"Maggie MacLeod."

He rolled his eyes at Hamish who shot him an unapologetic look.

Maggie smelled of warmed bread, and Niall felt something stir in his chest and not between his legs as one would hope. It wasn't sexual, but an odd desire for comfort. He had the indescribable urge to put his head in this woman's lap and lie there. He doubted that was what she would expect, but his beautiful, perfidious wife had done more than reject and humiliate him when she left.

Aisla Maclaren had burned the lust right out of him.

A memory of burnished golden tresses and slumberous eyes the color of smelted copper assaulted him. She'd sat in his lap, facing him, straddling him without shame. "Oh God, Niall, dunnae stop. I'm falling ..."

"Fall, love," he'd gasped to her. "I'll catch ye."

And he had. She'd come apart in his arms, her lithe body trembling, those singular eyes hooked on him with sated desire. For all her faults, her passion had never been false.

The maid on his lap laughed at something Hamish said and wiggled her bottom. Niall blinked, feeling the part of him he'd long thought dead stirring. Not because of the lass, but because of his utterly unwelcome thoughts of a woman who should be dead to him.

Perhaps this time, he might be able to exorcise his wife's memory for good. Exchange images of small round breasts for enormous ones that would overflow in abundance. Or long, slender thighs that wrapped around his for plush ones that would cushion his every thrust. He would eradicate coppery eyes for blue ones, a wide sensuous mouth for the lips of a cherub, fair hair for dark.

Niall felt his desire wane at the throaty giggle of his companion. It was useless. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how beautiful or willing the woman, he could not bring himself to touch another. To want another.

Perhaps that made him pitiable to someone like Hamish. But sex made a man soft. It made him beholden.

And he would be neither of those things ever again.

* * *

Paris, France, May 1828

The soiree should have been just like any other. The same music, the same champagne, the same guest list, and the same explosion of soft pastels and shimmering golds that Aisla had encountered at every society function so far that season. Lady Eugenie Montpierre, the Duchess of Marchand, had gone to great lengths to make sure her annual ball not only met the Paris standard, but exceeded it. Aisla was certain the two jesters that had been greeting the guests in the front hall, one juggling apples and oranges, while the other balanced upon stilts, were evidence of Lady Montpierre's desperation to be fashionably different.

However, it had not been the jesters who had cast significant change over the party.

It had been Lord Julien Leclerc.

Aisla stopped moving halfway through a quadrille and stared, jaw unhinged, at her friend.

"Marry ye?" she gasped. Julien released her hand and waist, and gave her a small push toward Mademoiselle Cotille, whose gloved hand was already extended and waiting to grasp Aisla's.

"Don't sound so revolted," he said in a low, amused voice as Aisla stumbled forward. She took the young lady's hand and made the requisite half turn, straight into the arms of Mademoiselle Cotille's paunchy dance partner, a general in the French army.

Good Lord, how she hated group dances.

The general spun her and passed her back to Julien. "I'm no' revolted, ye dolt," she hissed.

"You're speaking with a brogue again."

"Because you've caught me off guard," she replied, rounding out her vowels this time.

Julien chuckled as he passed her off to Mademoiselle Cotille again, but in another few moments, the two of them were standing to the side of the dance floor, waiting as the other two couples made their turns.

"Why would you ask me to marry you?" she asked, careful to keep her voice low. As one of Paris's most coveted bachelors, Julien had the eyes and ears of a fair number of women — debutantes, widows, and mothers looking to make a match for their daughters — pinned onto him at the moment.

"Why wouldn't I ask you?" he asked, his hand behind his straight back, his chin held high as he watched the dancers.

Aisla, however, couldn't tear her eyes off of his lean, aristocratic profile. She had known Julien for nearly all of the six years she had lived in France, and though they had become close friends, they had never entertained the idea that it might become something more. Well ... at least she hadn't entertained the idea. As bonny as he was, what with the luster of his blond hair falling around his ears in absurdly beautiful curls, and his even more ridiculously striking peridot eyes, Aisla hadn't once felt that spark. That igniting of flames in her chest and stomach. A sensation she hadn't experienced in so very long.

"Because you don't love me," she said.

"Oh, my poor provincial Scottish rose," he murmured.

Aisla smothered her scowl. "Don't be an arse."

"I take that back. You're more like a patch of prickly thistle."

She bit back a smile at his humor. That was Julien ... never serious. Even when he attempted it, that ever-quirked corner of his mouth would not fall flat. It was part of his charm, and part of his armor. Beyond the smiles and witty repartees, no one ever saw the true Julien Leclerc. Not even her.

"Tell me the truth, Jules."

But it was already their turn to move into the center of the dance floor. As Aisla turned and changed dance partners, again and again, she kept meeting Julien's eyes. Each time, he'd prop one eyebrow and make a silly face at her. When the quadrille music finally ceased and the four couples bowed and curtsied to one another, Aisla was near to bursting with curiosity. And not a little bit of alarm.

"The balcony, chérie," Julien whispered in her ear, taking two flutes of champagne from the tray of a passing servant.

As they exited the stuffy ballroom and made their way onto a crowded terrace, Aisla took a long sip of her champagne. And grimaced. Even after years of drinking the stuff, she couldn't abide the sweetness or the pop of effervescence. She longed for some of the stout ale she'd known back home at Montgomery. But here in Paris there was only wine, champagne, or sherry for ladies. So, she'd learned to drink like a society lady. She'd learned to speak like one, too, though, as Julien had pointed out just now, her brogue had a way of returning when she was caught by surprise. And his casual proposal of marriage had certainly done just that.

Julien led her to a stone balustrade, apart from the other guests milling about, and Aisla could feel his need to charm and jest fade away.

"It's time I marry," he began. "I'm nearly thirty and Maman wants it done. You know I can't deny her anything."

(Continues…)


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Suze-Lavender 3 months ago
Aisla and Niall have spent most of their married lives apart from each other. After a terrible fight Aisla left Scotland and built a life for herself in Paris. She left Niall behind and never looked back. When another man asks Aisla to marry him, she decides it's time for a divorce. To make this happen she has to return to Scotland. There she expects to meet a drunk, only looking for a good time, but Niall has become a successful castle and mine owner instead. One thing hasn't changed though, he's still angry with his wife and his mood won't improve when Aisla tells him about her plans for the future. Will he give her what she wants? Niall has done everything in his power to improve himself. He's a fair employer and works as hard as the people he's now the laird of. He still loves Aisla. She drives him crazy in many different ways. Niall doesn't intend to let Aisla go this time. Instead he suggests a wager that includes one week in his castle for each of their married years. Will Aisla survive spending six weeks with the man she despises and what will happen once she takes the time to get to know her husband, will she dislike him as much as she thought she would or does he stir up feelings in her that she thought she'd left behind when she traveled to Paris? Sweet Home Highlander is an amazing passionate story. Aisla and Niall have a troubled relationship. They constantly challenge one another. They are jealous, insecure and misinformed, which leads to all kinds of terrible arguments. There's much explosive chemistry between them and they are both outspoken and fierce, which provides plenty of fireworks and sizzling attraction. I liked the combination of true love and the journey of two strong people who have become remarkable adults with admirable character traits. It's a wonderful basis for a story and works very well. Amalie Howard and Angie Morgan are making Scotland in the first half of the nineteenth century come to life in a terrific way. I loved their vivid descriptions of clan politics, Niall's beautiful castle and his amazing inventions and family life during that time. Sweet Home Highlander captivated me straight away. I adored the main characters, enjoyed the high dosage of tension and had a lot of fun reading the romantic part of the story. Sweet Home Highlander is entertaining, fascinating, gripping and incredibly romantic.
Sam1219 4 months ago
I am voluntarily submitting my honest review after receiving an ARC of this ebook via NetGalley. This novel features a unique plotline that is engaging from the very start. In this historical romance, Lady Aisla Montgomery returns to Scotland after spending six years in France to seek a divorce from her estranged husband, Niall Maclaren. She finds a man much changed from the one she left, and the Niall she returns to is not ready to give up on their relationship. Sparks fly as they reacquaint themselves, settle old scores and decide if their marriage is worth saving. Although some of the characters do make appearances in previous works by these authors, this is the first book in the Tartans & Titans series. This is the first book by Howard and Morgan that I have read, and I was able to follow the story with no problems at all. The novel starts off a bit slow, but picks up in the middle and includes lots of fun banter, great chemistry, funny mishaps, danger, intrigue and of course, romance. This is a good read for fans of historical fiction, particularly those with a penchant for hunky Scottish Highlanders, and I'm looking forward to more in this series.
Anonymous 11 months ago
This was a good read but could have been better. The constant misunderstanding and maryt act runs some of it. I never like books when problems could be solved if the main characters just sat down and had a conversation. That being said I surprisingly liked it. Very real about how hard marriage can be and love sometimes isn't enough. Warning this is not the first or second in a long series. I Read this book first which ruined chances of reading the others. They should tell you that.
FromTheSouth 11 months ago
If you prefer more relationship angst than romance, well, you’ll feel right at home in Sweet Home Highlander. Just be prepared to keep company with one huge mountain of muscle, knucklehead hero who will test your patience time and time again. Why? Well, he is quick to point the finger and blame at the heroine instead of himself, along with his fury and hurtful accusations. It takes this unforgiving hothead pretty much until the bitter end to realize he was the main reason things ended so badly between them six years ago. Niall was his own worst enemy back then and through most of this book. To make a wager that is sure to hurt and humiliate Aisla, the heroine, had me seething with anger and resentment. For her to come up with her own kind of crazy that lowers herself to his level and ultimately likely to backfire was just as frustrating. Niall pushing her away and not fighting for love on at least three separate occasions speaks for itself. Therefore, in that regard, I guess you could say they were perfect for each other. Either way, their hearts remained broken and neither one walked away feeling like the victor. That was what wrecked me, folks, seeing them carry around so much hurt and wishing things were different but not trusting one another to make it happen. Sadly, Niall was still too quick to listen to lies a subcharacter, who wanted them apart, spewed in order to manipulate him. After some life-threatening, nail biting drama, you would think the blinders would finally be off. But, no, miscommunications and jumping to assumptions still got in the way. Fortunately, one of them swallows their pride and summons the courage to do what needs to be done. With writing that flowed, I did keep reading to see how this toxic relationship would play out. Despite my frustration, I clung to the hope a groveling hero would finally surface and heal their relationship woes. Once I got some insight into their young, hasty marriage six years earlier, it was clear Niall’s doubts, insecurities, and immaturity kept him from being the man he needed to be. The author certainly did put my heart through the wringer, as I watched this couple finally find forgiveness and move on with a love they profess never completely died. At least they both were celibate during their long separation. Title: Sweet Home Highlander, Series: Tartans and Titans (Book 1), Author: Amalie Howard/Angie Morgan, Pages: 391, tons of relationship angst, angry, resentful, unforgiving, stubborn hero, almost dies, pushing away, misunderstandings, celibate during separation, OM wants to marry her, OW causes problems. (I voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced reader copy of this book via NetGalley. All thoughts and opinions are my own. I was not given any payment or compensation for this review.)
BookishCreation 12 months ago
Warning, though I try my best to avoid this, all reviews can contain spoilers of some kind. If you would like to know just my overall opinion of the book, and otherwise go into reading it blind, please scroll down to my overall section. I Voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own. I have to say that I am not only thrilled to have picked up these authors for the first time, but to be able to start with a brand new series like this one is fantastic. This story starts off with our hero Laird Niall Maclaren in a fistfight for fun and competition in Scotland with his long time friend, Hamish MacLeod. Niall notices this fight seems to have drawn in a lot more women than usual. Niall discovers this is an attempt to get the Laird over his wayward wife and interested in a new women. However, the Laird wants no part of love again. Meanwhile in Paris Aisla, the Laird’s wife, is trying desperately to get over the loss of her first love and their unborn child after being sent away by Niall himself six years prior. After she is proposed to by her best friend, she is forced to return and try to secure a divorce. This spurs on a wager between Niall and his brother that causes her husband to not grant her what she wants unless she spends one week for every year she has been gone with him. But will this wager spark an old heat that burns into a new flame or will it just add another nail to the coffin of their marriage? What a fantastic story. It was very slow to get started, I’ll admit, but after that it stole my heart. The energy between these two characters is seen right away when they first meet each other again after the six year separation. I love the way both characters instantly felt an assault of longing, anger, lust, bitterness, and love the second they lay eyes on one another. After getting to know the circumstances of how these two parted and how their marriage was before hand, it is only understandable that Aisla feels very standoffish to the idea of feeling something for her husband again. However, one of the things I loved about the emotional tug-of-war between these two is Niall’s concerns with the whole situation. It’s true he believes the worst of her, but lots of people have gotten over that in the past, however he has a practical head on his shoulders and not only thinks about his own feelings and risks to them but that of the people he leads as well. This was a whirlwind of a story that really captured my heart. Through all of their plotting and bickering, the underlining romance between these two just keeps breaking through every barrier that they had erected and every obstacle that gets in the way. I love how they come together and see not only how each other has changed so drastically, but learn how those changes mold them perfectly together, making them a perfect match in almost every way. On a final note, the action scenes in this novel are amazing. They highlight the culture of the time as well as show how even a woman can be brave and kick some serious tail when they need to. Overall: This was a fantastic story that really melts the heart. I found myself in love with the way the characters are depicted and the story they told, the only down side was the amount of time it took for the book to really get going. After it picks up, it is a delight to read. If this is the first historical romance or highlander romance you have read,
FizzaYounis More than 1 year ago
I love historical fiction and this book is simply amazing. It's well-written and has some very interesting characters. Especially, I loved both Ailsa and Niall. The story is emotional, full of angst, romantic, and quite humorous at times. I quite enjoyed reading it and would recommend it if you like historical fiction, especially those set in Scotland. Lady Ailsa hasn't been to Scotland in six years. After her husband told her to leave she just never could return. So she lived in Paris and tried not to think about home or the man who broke her heart. Until her close friend and confidant reminded her of what she has left behind. So now she plans to return to Scotland one last time .... after that hopefully she will be able to move on with her life without the past haunting her every step. Niall loved his wife and her betrayal hurt deep. No matter how hard he tries he cannot move on with his life. He thinks of her often and still desires her. But she hasn't been home in six years so he is beginning to wonder if she would ever return... and then she did, however, not for the reason he assumed. After a long time Aisla and Niall are together, living under the same roof and it is obvious that they still have feelings for each other. There is too much unresolved tension between them and they need to deal with it. Maybe this time they will be able to end up happy... or perhaps it will be worse than before and neither will be able to recover from the heartache and betrayal ever again. It's a beautiful story with lots of minor twists and turns which keep it interesting from the very beginning until the end.
Historical_Romance_Lover More than 1 year ago
I loved Aisla and Niall's story!! Aisla and Niall have been estranged for 6 years. Aisla is ready to get married to another, but first she must obtain a divorce. Niall is willing to give it to her, but she must act as his wife for 6 weeks (1 week for every year they were apart). Of course, being together again bring back all the memories of why they fell in love the first time. Can these two make a go of their second chance? This is a great start to a new series and I can't wait to see what Howard and Morgan come up with next!
georgia1 More than 1 year ago
How often do we get a second chance at love? For Alisa and Niall, it could happen. Married young and then separated for six years (why you ask? will have to find out!) Aisla has been living in Paris and decided she wants to remarry, but has one problem. She must divorce her husband first. Returning to Scotland to confront Niall, she finds he is not as willing as she thought. The only way he will grant her the divorce is that she live with him as a wife for six weeks and then he will give her the freedom she is asking. That seems simple but there is so much more to this story. Mystery, humor and of course strong emotions that come to the surface as someone tries to harm Niall and his family. Will they be able to reconcile and love each other? A wonderful story not to be missed and cannot wait for more in this series! Lori Dykes
CathyGeha More than 1 year ago
Historical romance set in Scotland with a second chance at romance theme for Niall and Aisla proved to me that what is usually wrong with a relationship in the beginning is often a problem later on or should the two get back together again. Both hero and heroine seemed a bit lame brained at times and had me scratching my head thinking they must be daft or not have thought things through before saying or doing what they said or did. I wondered about their getting together the first time even though I kind of remembered older brother Ronan confronting Niall over his drinking…wanted a few more details about the beginning and that might have helped me understand why they were still so in love with one another even if unwilling to communicate with one another. The two did get their happily ever after eventually. Evil was thwarted. There is an intriguing side story that has me wondering if Julien and Makenna might end up together or at least find their own HEA together or with someone else. And I also wonder if Ronan will eventually find a bride. I enjoyed the story but wished that Niall and Aislin had communicated more openly and thus avoided the angst and drama they seemed to have to deal with. I have told friends that to make a marriage work there needs to be communication, commitment and trust…these two had a problem with these throughout the book…I do hope they get things right after the book ends. Thank you to NetGalley and Entangled Publishing – Amara for the ARC – This is my honest review. 3-4 Stars
CathyGeha More than 1 year ago
Historical romance set in Scotland with a second chance at romance theme for Niall and Aisla proved to me that what is usually wrong with a relationship in the beginning is often a problem later on or should the two get back together again. Both hero and heroine seemed a bit lame brained at times and had me scratching my head thinking they must be daft or not have thought things through before saying or doing what they said or did. I wondered about their getting together the first time even though I kind of remembered older brother Ronan confronting Niall over his drinking…wanted a few more details about the beginning and that might have helped me understand why they were still so in love with one another even if unwilling to communicate with one another. The two did get their happily ever after eventually. Evil was thwarted. There is an intriguing side story that has me wondering if Julien and Makenna might end up together or at least find their own HEA together or with someone else. And I also wonder if Ronan will eventually find a bride. I enjoyed the story but wished that Niall and Aislin had communicated more openly and thus avoided the angst and drama they seemed to have to deal with. I have told friends that to make a marriage work there needs to be communication, commitment and trust…these two had a problem with these throughout the book…I do hope they get things right after the book ends. Thank you to NetGalley and Entangled Publishing – Amara for the ARC – This is my honest review. 3-4 Stars