Marriage Mart Mayhem # 5
Friday, July 17, 2015
**** Review & Tour of The Highlander’s Choice Marriage Mart Mayhem # 5 By Callie Hutton ****
The Highlander’s Choice
Marriage Mart Mayhem # 5
Marriage Mart Mayhem # 5
By: Callie Hutton
Releasing July 14, 2015
I was asked to read this book. and now I have four more
I need to read. These books can be read as stand alone
books, but this book was so good I have to read the others.
This book is one of my favorite Genres. I love historical
romance books. But this one was better than most. I love
how both Lady Sybil and Liam hate each other at first due to
were they come from. and as both soon learn what the were
taught was not true. But no one hates the English sassenach
like Liam's Mum. She believes them all to be princeses. And
she plans to prove this to Liam and is so cruel to Sybil. But
can she weather the storm that is his mum and come out
unscathed. Now I am off to read the other books in the
series. I hope you enjoy this book as much as I did. If you do
like this book, please consider leaving a review. The Authors
really like it when you do, they value your opinions too.
The Scottish Highlands, 1815
Lady Sybil Lacey is every inch an English woman. She's
horrified her best friend is wedding a barbarian Scot. For
aren't Scots naught but brutish, whiskey-swilling lechers?
So to find herself secretly attracted to the tall and devastatingly
handsome Scottish laird of Bedlay Castle
is quite disconcerting...
Liam MacBride is convinced that English ladies are
silly sassenachs who think of nothing but social events and
clothes. So why is he intensely drawn to Lady Sybil? All they
do is quarrel...until loathing turns into undeniable lust.
A tempestuous, fiery romance between an English lady and
a Scottish laird cannot end well.
Her first glimpse of Liam when she and Margaret arrived
at the great hall took her breath away. Both men were
dressed in traditional Scottish garb; kilts of their clans, with
white lawn shirts, doublets, and sporrans. By Liam’s side
hung a sword that she could imagine him swinging on
a battlefield. His reddish golden hair was pulled back into
a queue and tied with a ribbon.
With their broad shoulders and height, the men seemed
to take all the air out of the room, despite them being in the
great hall. Sybil certainly felt as though there was a shortage
of air. Her lungs couldn’t seem to get enough of it. Her heart
pounded to the extent she was afraid she would embarrass
herself by swooning—something she’d never done in her life.
No matter how many times she forced herself to look at
the priest, she found her eyes drifting toward Liam. A finer
man had never existed. His strong chin, chiseled features,
and full lips made small little butterflies in her stomach dance
a cotillion. She snapped her head back to face the priest
when Liam caught her staring and gave her a broad wink.
Honestly, the man had no refinement.
I was the one staring at him.
Her flustered state kept her from concentrating on the
ceremony, and she was therefore, surprised when Duncan
turned to Margaret and gave her a chaste kiss before they
turned to face the guests. A loud cheer went up from the
crowd, foot stomping and whistles reverberating around the
room. The bride and groom and she and Liam, as witnesses,
signed the marriage book.
Duncan led Margaret to the head table. Liam extended
his arm to Sybil, and she had a flash of being in his arms
a few hours ago. Thinking of how she once again had enjoyed
their kiss, heat rose from her middle to swamp her face,
surely turning it red. “Are ye all right, lass?” His deep voice,
lowered so only she could hear, increased her discomfort.
“Yes, I’m fine,” she snapped.
He grinned that wicked smile, turning her insides to
mush. “It seems to me ye are a bit disturbed.”
“Nonsense, I’m merely emotional over my friend’s wedding.”
Liam escorted her to a seat alongside Margaret and
brushed his mouth near her ear. “Dinna fash yerself, lass.
’Twas only a kiss.”
He straightened and took his seat next to her.
’Twas only a kiss?
No doubt to a randy Scot that incident was merely a kiss.
Most likely something he used with charming regularity to
gain access to women’s beds. Well, she would not be one of
his women. She was a respectable English miss, who would
never dally with a Scot.
I already have.
The USA Today bestselling author of The Elusive Wife,
Callie Hutton, writes both Western Historical and Regency
romance, with historic elements and sensory details
(The Romance Reviews). She also pens an occasional
contemporary or two. Callie lives in Oklahoma with several
rescue dogs, two adult children, and daughter-in-law
(thankfully all not in the same house), and her top
cheerleader husband of thirty-eight years. She also currently
waits with bated breath for the birth of twin grandsons.
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