What a Highlander's Got To Do

What a Highlander's Got To Do

by Sabrina York

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Overview

Isobel Dounreay Lochlannach is a fierce and independent Scots lass. She has no intention to marry—to submit to a man—especially not an Englishman.

But when she meets a devilish stable lad on the way to London, she can’t help but sneak a kiss with the handsome stranger, sure to never see him again.

Nick Wyeth is not a stable lad. He’s Viscount Stirling, and heir to one of the most powerful dukes in the realm. If their indiscretion is discovered, Isobel will be forced to marry him, to succumb to a fate she has always spurned. Nick wants nothing but to call this wild Scottish lass his own, and is determined to show her how an English Viscount can make her swoon, and be his forever in What a Highlander’s Got To Do by New York Times bestselling author Sabrina York.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781250147370
Publisher: St. Martin''s Publishing Group
Publication date: 03/06/2018
Series: Untamed Highlanders , #5
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 250
Sales rank: 63,766
File size: 1 MB

About the Author

Sabrina York is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of more than twenty hot, humorous written works, including Hannah and the Highlander and Susana and the Scot. Her stories range from sweet and sexy to scorching erotic romance.
Sabrina York is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of more than twenty hot, humorous written works, including Hannah and the Highlander. Her stories range from sweet and sexy to scorching romance.

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CHAPTER 1

Newcastle, 1826

It is said that if one listens at doors, one cannot expect to hear something pleasant. Isobel Dounreay Lochlannach knew this to be true — she'd listened at her share of doors in her time — but the maxim came home hard as she paused at Lady Willouby's parlor door to smooth her skirts before entering for afternoon tea.

It was a trial, this — smoothing one's skirts, suffering the attentions of Lady Willouby's hairdresser, attending tea. Wearing dresses. But when one was a guest, it behooved one to make the attempt. At least, that was what Mama said.

Isobel wasn't sure which was more irritating, going to all the trouble to make that attempt — as her mother had implored her so vociferously to do — or standing here and listening to the ladies in Lady Willouby's parlor dissecting her character with a fervent venom. Or a combination of the two.

Probably that.

The dress was a tad too tight, the shoes pinched, and the pins in her coif scratched.

That she was in possession of a coif was bad enough. How she wished she was riding now, in her ragged habit with her hair free and flowing behind her in the wild wind ...

Not that the wind was so very wild in Newcastle.

A mild breeze, at best.

Still, she coveted it. Anything was better than attending a stuffy tea party and being scrutinized and picked apart like a bug by the local gentility.

As though she had prodded them with her thoughts, one of them spoke. "So they left her with you while they gallivant about the countryside?" she said with a sniff, this invisible creature in a sharp, bitter, superior drawl.

"They are hardly gallivanting," Lady Willouby responded gently. "They've gone to visit an ailing aunt."

"A likely story. No doubt they needed respite from her."

"Now, Cora."

"You do have my sympathies," another, a lady with a nasal condition, tittered.

"Nonsense, Lady Swofford," Lady Willouby said quite crisply. "She's been a pleasant surprise."

"I cannot imagine it," a third chirped. "I heard she was a hoyden."

"I, a savage," another said. This was a voice Isobel didn't recognize and didn't care to. "Isn't it true she blew up Scrabster's castle?" "Only the one wing," Lady Willouby said. "In her defense, he was a traitorous little worm." The clinking of teacups ensued, and Isobel assumed they were being refilled.

"Still, she was what? Five?"

"Indeed."

"Can you imagine what she's since become?"

"As I said. A savage. And she's heading for the halls of Almack's. I cannot imagine my Wilfred being interested in such a creature."

Lady Willouby chuckled. "You might be surprised. She is quite lovely."

A snort. "Lovely or not, she has no place attending the Season. None of them do."

"The Duke of Caithness is a peer," Lady Willouby said reminded them; Isobel could hear the tension in her voice. She was, in all probability, losing her patience. Lady Willouby was a lady in nature as well as in title, unlike the others in her drawing room.

"He's a Scot," Lady Swofford hissed, as though she were accusing Uncle Lachlan of having the pox. "Can you imagine? The lot of them, descending on the London Season as though they belong?" Isobel set her teeth. Such vitriol against her people had always annoyed her, especially coming from the English.

With great delight, she considered the prospect of waltzing into the drawing room and showing them what a savage really looked like. What a pity her mother had refused to let her bring her bow on this heinous journey.

But then she remembered her mother's admonitions, and she was sorely torn. Three distinct options occurred to her.

First, she could waltz into the drawing room and show them what a real savage looked like — which would, undoubtedly, bring shame on dear Lady Willouby, who had defended her so ferociously. It would, in all probability, vex her mother as well, when she heard of it.

Or Isobel could waltz into the drawing room, hands folded demurely, and show these vipers such refinement and elegance as to cause them to choke on their ugly words. In which case, Isobel would probably develop an aneurysm and expire on the spot. And that would definitely vex her mother.

Or, she could go riding.

It took only a moment to decide.

She was up the staircase in a trice.

* * *

"Milady ... are you s-sure?" the groom sputtered, even as Isobel launched herself into the saddle. He was a sweet boy, only slightly spotted, and she'd found him delightfully manageable.

She smiled down at him in a manner that caused his Adam's apple to bobble precariously. "I'm verra sure," she said. "I can handle him. I promise."

"But the mare is much gentler," he said with a hint of panic in his voice.

"I'm certain she is," Isobel responded with a wink. And then she set her heels to the stallion's sides and they launched from the stable yard.

She leaned over his neck, encouraging him on. "Och, you want this, don't you, boy?" she whispered into his ear, and he nickered his delight. "Faster then. Faster. Let's fly!"

And oh. They did. And it was glorious.

The ride, of course, but also leaving those horrible women behind.

Newcastle lacked the exhilarating rocky terrain of the Highlands, but in turn, it had long languid country roads that curved gently through apple orchards, along golden fields, and through fallow land spotted with bright-yellow flowers. There was a babbling brook to her right and the broad blue line of the horizon before her. She had, in that moment, the flight of fancy that she could ride forever.

The air was cool and clear, with a hint of lingering loam. And the sun, when she hit it in gentle splashes wandering through the leaves, was a kiss of warmth. They made their own breeze, she and Lord Willouby's stallion. It caressed her face and tangled in her hair and it was magnificent.

Much better than tea with the local ladies.

It was, in fact, perfection.

Until a thundering sound disrupted her peace.

Hoofbeats from behind, intruding on the splendid rhythm she and the stallion had created.

She glanced over her shoulder and frowned. Another stallion pounded after them, with a dark-haired stranger urging him on. She'd heard about highwaymen in these parts, veterans from the war and such, who had turned to crime. And while she'd thought the prospect of such a thing wildly romantic when reading it in a novel, she did not, in truth, care to be robbed or manhandled by such a man.

She tapped her mount's side with her heels and urged him to go faster, even as a thrill of excitement sizzled through her. She was certain she could outride her pursuer, but how delicious would it be to confront an actual highwayman and have a story to tell Catriona?

Not that the two of them tried to outdo each other in their tales, but they did.

Isobel caught her breath and focused on the road ahead. It curved out of sight behind a large hill. Not knowing the terrain, she knew she had to slow, lest she injure her horse, and that was her downfall.

He caught her then, as she rounded the curve and, to her shock and dismay, wrapped a strong arm around her waist and lifted her bodily from her saddle and onto his lap.

She had one stunning impression of hard hot man.

He was slick with sweat from the mad ride, as was she, but on his skin, it rose in a thick musk that teased her nostrils and made her belly lurch.

Surely it was not an attractive scent.

She refused to believe this to be so.

At the same time, she screeched her outrage and wiggled to be free, which had a disturbing result.

He tightened his hold on her.

Dear God, he was strong, this beastly highwayman.

"Hold still," he snapped. "You'll fall."

Of course she wanted to fall. She wanted to hit the ground before he did so she had time to retrieve her blade from the scabbard on her thigh before he caught her again.

What a pity he didn't let her fall. He held her even tighter — she could barely breathe — and pulled on the reins to slow his mount.

Before she had time to react, he'd slipped off and was helping her down.

Helping her down.

No one had ever helped her down. She'd never allowed it.

The man was, in a word, infuriating.

Once her feet hit the ground she elbowed him in the stomach and whirled away. She glared at him, though he was unaware of this, doubled over and wheezing as he was. This gave her time to free her blade and point it in his general direction, so when he recovered himself, when he stood and stared at her, it was, indeed, a fearsome sight he saw.

She had no earthly idea why he laughed.

No earthly idea why her first glimpse of him — this bandit who had just impugned her person — made her heart stop.

Oh, he was handsome, for sure, with dark eyes and rampant black curls. There was a birthmark just above his lip that gave him a rakish air, and the hint of a scar bisected his left eyebrow. But his smile was white and broad and caused an irksome raft of dimples to erupt on his cheek.

He wore the stained, frayed clothes of a workingman, with boots caked in mud.

And good lord, he was tall. Tall and muscled and exquisitely formed.

She wasn't sure which of his perfections annoyed her more.

And then he spoke, and she knew for certain. It was his voice, a mellifluous tenor, crisp with British superiority and the hint of a laugh.

She abhorred being laughed at.

"Well," he said, nodding at her knife — which, in retrospect, seemed far too small. "Aren't you the fierce one?"

It took a moment to stifle her growl. No doubt it would give him even more to mock. "What do you expect? You chased me. Grabbed me from behind. Manhandled me."

His eyes widened and he stared at her for a moment, then his grin widened. "You're a Scot." Not a question.

"You're bluidy right I am, so don't try anything. You'll not be the first man I've skewered."

A laugh. "I don't doubt it for a moment." He continued studying her, though, in a way that made her skin prickle.

"What?" she said, breaking the silence against her will.

He shrugged, some lazy careless gesture that made her want to smack his supercilious face. "I just thought all Scottish lasses had red hair, is all."

"Did you now?" Did he want to see red? Well, it danced before her eyes.

He must have realized his comment incensed her, because he laughed again. "Doona skewer me, lass," he said in a perfect brogue. For some reason, that made her even angrier.

"Why no'? Are you no' a highwayman, come to rob me?"

"A highwayman?" His beautiful perfect brows lifted in mock surprise. He had the audacity to bow before her. "My lady, I've just saved your life."

She gaped at him. She was aware she was gaping, like a landed cod, but could not manage to form words.

He chuckled and tucked two long fingers under her chin and gently closed it. Then he hooked her arm in his and led her farther along the track, where Lord Willouby's stallion stood alongside the road ripping out tufts of grass. "There," he said, waving at a stone bridge just beyond the hill, arching over the river.

Isobel yanked her arm away. "There, what?"

"Go look."

He followed her as she made her way to the bridge and then stood next to her, rocking back on his heels, as she studied the structure. Or what remained of it.

The stone pilings were all in place, as were the abutments on either end, but as for the rest of it ...

"The flood last month took out all the timbers," he said in a far-too-smug tone.

She crossed her arms and studied the distance from one bank to the other. "No doubt we could have made the jump."

He turned to stare at her for a long moment, and then he laughed again.

She was becoming quite tired of his laugh, and at the same time craving it. That was probably why — though she would deny it until the day she died — her lips quirked. Just a tad, but it was enough encouragement for him, apparently.

"I believe you owe me," he said with a wicked smile.

"I owe you?" She turned and tipped up her chin and stared into his eyes — really stared into them — for the first time. They were a lovely warm brown with flecks of gold, and they were amused. There was something else in there, a certain heat, that she preferred to ignore.

"I did save your life."

"I believe I made it clear, I could have made the jump."

"I don't doubt that for a moment, but your stallion?" He glanced at the steed, who was trying to lip an apple from the tree. "That is questionable."

"Perhaps." She sighed. "So what reward would you ask?"

"First, that you put away your blade."

"First? How many rewards are you asking for?" Was she enjoying this ... sparring? Why yes. She was.

He was terribly handsome, and not a highwayman after all. Probably, judging from his clothes, a stable lad. Or a farmer's son.

He shrugged. "How much do you value your life?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"Just as it is. I would like to ask for a kiss ..." Her heart skipped. "But to be frank, I prefer not to kiss lasses with knives in their fists. You know, just in case."

She straightened up and peered down her nose at him — no easy feat, as he was much taller than she. "I doona kiss just anyone."

He splayed his hand over his heart. "I am gratified to hear it."

"Certainly not ..." She waved at his person. "Stable hands."

He grinned. "Is that what I am then?"

She pointed to his boots. "Do tell me that is mud."

"What else could it be?" His playful tone made clear it might well be something else one might find in a stable.

"And look at your hands."

He did. She did, too. They were large, well made, with long fingers. There was mud there, too, beneath his fingernails. One would hope.

"I can wash them in the river, if you like." Again, that charming smile.

She smiled back, but with a hint of restraint. It was an odd feeling cloaking her shoulders. Restraint was hardly her forte. "Please do."

He nodded and she tried to ignore the curl that flopped onto his forehead as he turned and trotted down the bank.

With a sigh of regret, she took the reins of Lord Willouby's stallion and mounted. Best be gone before he returned or she might be tempted to give him what he wanted.

She wanted it, too, which was stupid.

She was here for a few weeks while she waited for the various arms of her family to collect here, and then they would make the long trip down to London for a miserable Season. There was no time for a romance, and certainly not one with a farm boy. Not even one as handsome as he.

Though she had to admit, she was tempted.

She kicked the stallion into motion and began riding back the way she'd come.

What a pity.

She would have liked a kiss. Just one. She would have liked to know if he tasted as delicious as she imagined. She would have liked to have a story to tell Catriona, one that didn't end with her plunging to her death into the River of the Broken Bridge.

She should have known he would follow.

She heard the hoofbeats behind her and urged her stallion on, bending low on his neck and whispering encouragement.

Her heart pounded.

She knew he would catch her.

He had before.

But still, she persevered.

She had no idea why she smiled. No idea why her soul sang.

No idea why, when he caught her, swooping her up into his arms and onto his lap, she laughed.

No idea why she smiled as he cupped her face with his still-damp hands and stared at her lips like a starving man.

No idea why, when his lips touched hers, fragrant and soft and oh-so-sweet, she sank into the kiss with all she had.

Or perhaps she did have an idea after all.

CHAPTER 2

God, she was sweet.

Nick Wyeth pulled the lass closer and opened his mouth on hers, allowing her scent to sink into him like a river. It filled him up, suffused him, transported him.

He nearly forgot they were sitting astride Boomer, which could have been disastrous, indeed.

Fortunately, he was able to keep some fraction of his sanity.

He shifted her gently, so she faced him more fully, and he deepened the kiss, exploring the velvet cave of her mouth.

Had he ever tasted a woman so divine? Had he ever been so frantic for a kiss?

From the moment he set eyes on her, that angel in distress, on a runaway horse, pounding toward perdition, his blood, his body, had gone on point.

The pursuit had enraged the beast within him. It had seemed, almost, that she was trying to outrun him, which had inflamed him more.

And then, when he'd saved her — and she'd plowed her elbow into his gut, so close to other tender parts — he'd been stunned. But not as stunned as he'd been when he stood and saw her full-on for the first time.

An odd recognition had flooded him. It was as though he'd known her somehow, though they'd never met.

(Continues…)



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gaele More than 1 year ago
Isobel has long stated she’ll not marry nor entertain the idea of a British suitor, preferring her freedom and self-determination as she hunts, rides and wields her bow and arrows in the Scottish Highlands. But, with her now coming of age to make her debut, she’s been coaxed and cajoled along with her best friend Catriona to head to London for the season, her entire family in tow. With ten children under ten (siblings, nephews and nieces) she’d been allowed to stay with a family friend for a few days as the family spent time with the ailing aunt. Not finding the briskness and freedom in Newcastle that she enjoys at home, she decided on a ride – and took off with the Lord’s stallion – racing down the roads. Stopped before disaster by a man who snatched her off the horse and received an elbow to the ribs for his trouble, Isobel finds this man, Nick, amusing and intriguing – and when a kiss between them elicits a promise to meet the next day –she hies off toward home. Meeting him again, the two share kisses and more, vowing to meet each day. She’s convinced Nick, by his casual dress and manner is a simple stable boy, and he believes she a maid, a maid that he cannot ignore, and is seriously disappointed when she fails to return. Heading to London with her family, to face an unpleasant and surely useless season, she’s unable to think of little but Nick, believing that she’ll not see him again. When the family is visited by Kaitlin (now a Duchess and friend of Lana, Hannah and Isobel’s mother Susana) and the fun begins. From the multiple Andrews, Lachlans, Edwards and a drooling toddler that is ‘handy with a sword’, the fun begins. Or mostly. For poor Isobel is often treated with a sort of curious censure….. “She. Blew. Up. His. Castle.” Lady Frey repeated herself in a tone that inferred this was the worst thing a person could possibly do. “She was five.” Mama shrugged dismissively. “Children will be children.” “I’ve hardly blown up anything since,” Isobel said, agreeably. For the English were subtle but consistent in their snubbing of the Scots – from denying Lana her due deference as a Duchess to pointedly remarking on Scottish customs, food, men and even manners. But, none of this is that bothersome to Isobel. Until she realizes that Nick, her Nick, is in fact Viscount Stirling – and his ‘Britishness” shines through. The two are on a merry dance – him denying that he wants more from Isobel than what isn’t proper, her refusing to allow him to discuss matters of import that are beyond the here and now, as she is fully intending to return to Scotland, without a husband. But when a particularly loathesome debutante has set her sights on Nick, and will stop at nothing to force his hand to marriage, Isobel steps up, claims knowledge of Nick that she shouldn’t have – and shames the petty thing away. The twists, turns and outright laughs (some from Isobel and Nick, others from the ‘Mongol hoard’ of children that are part of the family and their particularly wild behavior, the uniqueness and solidity of this family, their friends and their determination to see that BOTH Nick and Isobel are happy just shines through. It’s wonderful to see Isobel these years later: more confident (if that was possible) than as a child, her mother and aunts all well married and happy, and her fierce determination to be just who she feels she needs to be to survive every situation is marvelous. To find that she’s also learned, if a bit late, that true
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great read, made me chuckle when Isobel's siblings got involved in creating havoc.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book had so much potential. I was really looking forward to reading this after reading and loving all of the other books in the series.
McM0mmy-PW More than 1 year ago
I loved the story of Nick and Isobel. With the way it was written, I could just see him in his kilt in my mind by the descriptions given! Isobel is extremely strong minded and knows what she wants, or at least she thought she did until she met Nick. Nick sets out to win her and has his hands full! The ending was pretty awesome I must say! I was given an ARC by NetGalley.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
BuckeyeAngel More than 1 year ago
Isobel Dounreay Lochlannach is a fierce and independent Scots lass. She has no intention to marry—to submit to a man—especially not an Englishman. But when she meets a devilish stable lad on the way to London, she can’t help but sneak a kiss with the handsome stranger, sure to never see him again. Nick Wyeth is not a stable lad. He’s Viscount Stirling, and heir to one of the most powerful dukes in the realm. If their indiscretion is discovered, Isobel will be forced to marry him, to succumb to a fate she has always spurned. Nick wants nothing but to call this wild Scottish lass his own, and is determined to show her how an English Viscount can make her swoon, and be his forever This was a fun, quick read. It checked all the boxes for an enjoyable highlander story by an author whose books I love. I can’t wait to read more from this author. **I voluntarily read and reviewed this book
candy-b More than 1 year ago
This was a fun story about Isobel, who is independent, intelligent and fierce about not getting married. She and her family are making a trip from Scotland to London for the season. She is waiting for them to catch up. She is out riding and meets a lad, she assumes he is from the stable, but he is so much more. When she gets home, one day her family is waiting for her and then they are off. The stable boy turns out to be Edward Nicholas Wyeth, Viscount Stirling. He has started to care for Isobel. Everybody ends up in London for the season, and he has to somehow stay away from Celia, she wants him. This story is exciting and warming. The characters are so neat and life like. They also help keep the tale interesting. There are some hiccups in the plot but it does keep your attention and eager to keep reading. I loved the interaction between all the young people. Of course, Sabrina York never disappoints with her novels. I received this ARC from Net Galley and voluntarily reviewed it.
Historical_Romance_Lover More than 1 year ago
I loved Isobel and Nick's story!! I fell in love with Isobel during her mother and father's story, Susana and the Scot, so I was excited to see that York had written her story. Nick and Isobel meet while in the country and neither knows who the other one is, which causes some issues down the line. They quickly give into their passions but are then separated. When they meet up again, they learn each other true identity. Nick couldn't be happier as he wants Isobel as his wife. Isobel on the other hand, doesn't want to get married as she thinks she will lose her independence. But she has fallen in love with Nick, so what is a girl to do?? I was disappoint with the last book in the series, but am happy to say that this book was one of my favorites of the series!
carvanz More than 1 year ago
Isobel will soon be in London to partake in the marriage mart and she couldn’t be less thrilled. As a Scottish lass the last thing she wants is to marry an Englishman. However, the handsome stable lad, Nick, which she’s come to know intimately could make a girl think twice. Nick is driven by passion and desire when he rescues a wild and brazen Scottish lady. Everything about her amuses or arouses him and he yearns for more moments with her. When she disappears he’s afrain he’ll never see her again. Good fortune is on his side when he finds her again in London. Unfortunately, he’s not what she’s looking for in a husband but she’ll keep him as a lover. This was an entertaining read with plenty of humor, lots of steam and a tad of angst. The banter between this couple was so cute and charming. I loved that Nick went into automatic alpha mode whenever another man even so much as looked at Isobel. There is a bit of push from Isobel as she is determined to remain an independent woman and return to her homeland. My heart hurt for Nick as he longed for everything from her but was brusquely informed he could expect no more than what they already had. The ending had a bit of drama and then a small epilogue that didn’t give us too much look into their future. Overall, this was a very enjoyable read. This is an honest review of an advanced copy provided by NetGalley and St. Martin’s Press Swerve. Dual POV Safe – some ow drama but the H is constantly running from her and the h is helping him No apparent triggers
stanhope3234 More than 1 year ago
3.5* Mistaken identity and secret trysts starts a man on the chase of a lifetime and a women on a path of realization and hopefully love. Isobel Dounreay Lochlannach is my favorite character in this series. She was such a little spitfire from the beginning. One of the best child characters of any book I’ve read and I’ve been waiting for her book for what felt like forever. I knew that her love interest would have to be strong and smart and kind and with a spin of steal and love her for the person she is. Nick Wyeth, Lord Stirling was just that man. Neither one every wanted to marry. Isobel feared she would loose herself and freedom if married and Nick found the ladies of the ton as selfish and petty and didn’t want to leash himself to any one until, Isobel. Nick knew he’d have to prove himself to Isobel he just didn’t know how many road blocks she would build along the way. Fear is one of the strongest feelings and misunderstanding of what Isobel truly feared almost put an end to the future she truly wanted. This was an enjoyable book with witty banter and great chemistry between Isobel and Nick. I also enjoyed the secondary characters new and from the past books of the series.
BookReview4you More than 1 year ago
What a Highlander's Got To Do by Sabrina York is book Five in the "Untamed Highlanders" series. This is the story of Isobel Dounreay Lochlannach and Nick Wyeth, Viscount Stirling. I have read (and Loved!) the other books in this series but feel this can easily be a standalone book. Isobel is a Scottish Lass with great family connections but is known as a hoyden, savage among other things by the English. Isobel prefers Scotland but is staying with Lady Willouby in Newcastle until her family returns. Once they do they are headed to attend the English Season which Isobel isn't looking forward too. Isobel family thinks to find husband's for to find a husband for Isobel and Catriona. While at Lady Willouby she happens to meet Nick while out riding. Isobel assumes he is a stable hand by the way he is dress and they banner back and forth. Nick thinks too she is just a maid but soon learns when he returns to the house who she is and where Isobel is staying. Nick is attracted to her and is somewhat disappointed the Isobel isn't a maid that he can play with...but it doesn't stop him from wanting to see her. Isobel family shows up to get her before she can make contact with Nick to let him know that she won't be seeing him. When Nick learns she is gone he heads after her not yet wanting to give her up even though he has only met her once. This was such a great story! I am never ever disappointed in Ms. York's writing. Just loved this book !
BookReview4you More than 1 year ago
What a Highlander's Got To Do by Sabrina York is book Five in the "Untamed Highlanders" series. This is the story of Isobel Dounreay Lochlannach and Nick Wyeth, Viscount Stirling. I have read (and Loved!) the other books in this series but feel this can easily be a standalone book. Isobel is a Scottish Lass with great family connections but is known as a hoyden, savage among other things by the English. Isobel prefers Scotland but is staying with Lady Willouby in Newcastle until her family returns. Once they do they are headed to attend the English Season which Isobel isn't looking forward too. Isobel family thinks to find husband's for to find a husband for Isobel and Catriona. While at Lady Willouby she happens to meet Nick while out riding. Isobel assumes he is a stable hand by the way he is dress and they banner back and forth. Nick thinks too she is just a maid but soon learns when he returns to the house who she is and where Isobel is staying. Nick is attracted to her and is somewhat disappointed the Isobel isn't a maid that he can play with...but it doesn't stop him from wanting to see her. Isobel family shows up to get her before she can make contact with Nick to let him know that she won't be seeing him. When Nick learns she is gone he heads after her not yet wanting to give her up even though he has only met her once. This was such a great story! I am never ever disappointed in Ms. York's writing. Just loved this book !
DebDiem More than 1 year ago
What A Highlander's Got To Do by Sabrina York is a fabulous read. Ms. York has once again captured my attention and kept me chained to my e-reader with this well-written book. Kudos to Ms. York for her amazing characters and dialog. Isobel is a sassy, feisty Scottish lass on her way to London, much to her dismay. She has no love for English Lords and wants no part of having an English husband. Nick is an English Viscount but neglected to tell Isobel when they first met. Their story is packed with drama, action, humor, sizzle and suspense. I loved reading this book, I enjoyed Isobel as a child, reading her story as an adult is total fun. I look forward to my next book by Sabrina York. What A Highlander's Got To Do is book 5 of the Untamed Highlanders Series but can be read as a standalone. This is a complete book, not a cliff-hanger. I voluntarily read an Advance Reader Copy of this book that I received from NetGalley. All thoughts and opinions are my own.
CathyGeha More than 1 year ago
What a Highlander's Got To Do by Sabrina York Untamed Highlanders #5 Looking for an easy to read simple romance that is rather predictable? Want a feisty female heroine? Want a Lord to marry the heroine? Want a horse chase and save? Want push-pull with both H&h undecided? This might be the book for you. That said…I really liked the previous books in this series but felt this one needed more…more about why Isobel was so leery…why Nick was the way he was…why Celia and her mom go away with what they did…so many times…The story was wrapped up in a bow by the end but it was not my favorite book by this author. That said…I will read her next book to see if I like it better. Thank you to NetGalley and St. Martin’s Press for the ARC – This is my honest review. 2-3 Stars
FaeScot More than 1 year ago
A book worthy of wild child Isobel Dounreay Lochlannah! Yay Sabrina gave us her story and gave us a Hero worthy of that determined, independent free spirit of a child we met in her Aunt Hannah and Mother Susannah's books #1 & #2. I have to say, Isobel stole any scene she was in as a child. She was such a force and this book gives us her hero who loves her just the way she is. Perfection! Edward Nicholas Wyeth, Viscount Stirling, heir to the Duke of Moncrieff is "Nick" to his friends and when they want to tease him they call him "Edward The Third" as there are so many proliferating in the family and friend circle. He likes to escape his title occasionally and just go for a ride on his horse and be an everyday man. Out on one of these jaunts he stumbles on Isobel riding a stallion at breakneck speed toward a washed out bridge she can't see. He "rescues" her and she's fighting mad since she had the horse under control being an excellent horsewoman. She was working off a temper in her favorite way. She's on her way for her first Season in London and the Marriage Mart she doesn't want. She made up her mind ages ago she wasn't marriage material. Edward has always remained unentangled not wanting to be tied down to a woman. There is instant attraction and Isobel decides to find out what passion is all about since she'll never marry and she's never felt attraction for anyone before. Neither one knows who the other is. She thinks him a stable hand and he figures she's someone Scot maid. How very WRONG they are. They meet again in London and sparks fly as Isobel feels lied to and Nick just wants her and knows no one that compares with her. I loved how Nick tries to problem solve into Isobel's heart and Isobel is so true to her character all through the book. I wondered how Sabrina would change her mind about marriage since she's so stubborn but she did a great job. I adored everything about this story but then I have always been captured by the heart Sabrina pours into her stories. Thank you St. Martin's Press and Sabrina York for granting me a NetGalley ARC for my honest review.
FromTheSouth More than 1 year ago
Well, I don’t get to say this very often, my fellow Scottish romance book loving friends. This time around the heroine was the one slow to come to her senses and reluctant to recognize love when it is right in front of her. So caught up in her empty headed mantra “I’ll never marry an Englishman” she seems ready to walk away from a perfect for her half Scottish gent, even after he’s jumped through hoops and is willing to do anything to keep her. At 70%, it was a punch to the gut and Nick’s heart, as well as my own, to hear Isobel profess she still wasn’t in this for love, only to continue their brief fling before she goes back to Scotland alone. With those words, I was pretty much done with her and this storyline. Prejudice doesn’t look good on anyone, folks, and that is exactly what Isobel was when it came to English men. Self absorbed and only focusing on what she wanted with little to no regard to how her actions and empty promises affected others had me disliking her. Poor Nick became so love sick he was willing to change his world completely and become whoever she wanted him to be (even if it meant changing how he dressed and spoke). Basically do the exact opposite what the heroine was willing to do for love. She refused to change anything about herself. He was willing to change everything. At 80%, her stupidity put her and Nick in a deadly situation. Sure, now she’s finally seen the light, but, honestly, I feel Nick deserved better than what she put him through. Having enjoyed all four previous books, this one is definitely my least favorite of the series. Title: What a Highlander’s Got to Do, Series: Untamed Highlanders (Book 5), Author: Sabrina York, Pages: 243, stand-alone but part of a series, some very steamy scenes, OW wants him, no OM drama, no cheating, no love triangle. Book 1 - Hannah and the Highlander Book 2 - Susana and the Scot Book 3 - Lana and the Laird Book 4 - The Highland is All That Book 5 - What a Highlander’s Got to Do (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, nor is there any affiliation or relationship between this reviewer and the author/publisher/NetGalley.)
def618 More than 1 year ago
I have been waiting for Isobel Dounreay Lochlannach to grow up and have her own HEA. She stole many scenes in her mother and aunts’ books. I’m not sure her grandfather appreciated her arrows in his library books. Now grown, her mother has decided she needs a London season. Isobel disagrees, but at least her best friend, Catriona, is going to London also. Isobel is staying with a family friend, Lady Willouby, in Newcastle until her family arrives. She can’t stay cooped up in the house while Lady Willouby has neighbors for tea, so she convinces the stable boy to tack up a stallion. As she’s galloping along, a man chases and pulls her off her horse. She is furious, but he shows her she was headed to the river with no bridge due to extensive flooding. The man was dressed as if he worked in a stable not a highwayman, and he wants a kiss as a reward. As she leaves, she says I might be here tomorrow. They meet for several days, but then she leaves for London without being able to say good-bye. Nick, Viscount Stirling, returns to London for the season never expecting to see her again, but his sister tells him about her new Scottish friend Isobel and he is thrilled. Isobel does not want an English lord, even if he is half Scot and she’s angry with him for not telling her. The ups and downs to their HEA are such fun to read. I love this book and can highly recommend it.
georgia1 More than 1 year ago
Mistaken identity often turns out delightful. Such is that case with Isobel Dounreay Lochlannach, meets a stable hand ( or so she thinks) who saves her from a terrible accident. Nick Wyeth, Viscount Stirling is enchanted when he meets her and there is definitely a strong spark of attraction between the two. Of course there will be nothing easy between Isobel, who is a very independent, feisty Scottish lass and Nick, an English lord determined to have her. Meeting in secret and still having not knowing each others identity, they part when Isobel goes to London with her family. Well as fate would have it they meet again in London and each finds out the others true identity. This is a delightful story that enchants with the banter back and forth between the two. But Isobel wants to be back in Scotland and have her freedom and Nick just wants her for himself. A light read with some drama and a lot of emotions that overall was enjoyable.
Linda__ More than 1 year ago
LOVED this book! Nobody writes romance like the Queen of Hotness does! This is a fun and sexy historical romance that fans of the genre will love. In it, Isobel, a Scottish lass, is brought to London to have a season. However, Isobel has no interest in marrying or in London. Along the journey she meets Nick, a stable hand that catches her eye but is completely inappropriate for a member of the Peer. This is a quickly moving romance that grabbed my attention from the very first page and kept me hooked until the last page. While this novel picks up on characters introduced in prior Highlander books, this is a stand alone novel. However, they're so good that you really owe it to yourself to read them all. The author is on my must read authors' list.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Isobel and Nick 4VR! Okay, childish, but these two are so darn cute together. Both have sworn off marriage, both just want to live their lives for who they are, not what they are, both have large, meddling, families, and both fall ridiculously for the other the moment they meet These are children from previous stories from the authour, as the Noble Passions and Untamed Highlanders blend with these two. They are all grown up now, but just as devious and cunning, oh, and headstrong, as their parents were before them Nick has always known he will someday be Duke, and his whole life, everyone around him knew it too, except for Isobel. Isobel has no use for fancy Englishmen, the ones she has met seemed too tame and weak. She loves her home in Scotland too much to ever leave it behind, it isn't even a thought she can consider A bumpy ride in the relationship with these two, lots of meddling, and a determined suitor who won't leave Nick alone. The side characters are familiar, and new, and they add to the entire tapestry that the story is. Lots of fun, lots of sexy, and a tide of emotions to drown under!