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Losing Control never felt so good…
A successful lawyer, and the eldest of four sisters, Lucy Shakespeare is used to being in control of everything and everyone around her, most particularly herself – that is until she meets the gorgeous Lachlan MacLeish.
Lachlan’s hired Lucy because he needs the best. His inheritance, the Lairdship of Glencarraig, is suddenly in doubt, thanks to his devious half-brother. Glencarraig is the only place where his memories of his family are happy ones and there’s no way he’s going down without a fight. The very last thing he wants is a distraction, but as soon as he sees Lucy, he knows he’s in trouble.
Despite their efforts to resist, it isn’t long before Lachlan has Lucy longing to break all her careful rules. As they travel from Scotland, to Paris and on to New York, Lucy can’t help but wonder: is it sometimes worth risking it all?
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‘You’re cold?’ he asked, his voice deep and low.
‘Freezing,’ she told him. ‘Even the radiator’s put its coat on.’
He laughed. ‘What about your fire? Is that not keeping you warm?’
His laugh got louder.
‘No, I’m serious, what bloody fire?’ She was indignant. ‘I haven’t got a fire. Have you got a fire?’
‘Yes, I have. A big orange one. It’s as hot as Hades in here.’
‘That’s not fair.’ She wanted to pout. ‘Where’s my fire?’
‘I could build you one up,’ he offered. ‘Are there logs in your room?’
‘There’s not even a fireplace.’ She shook her head, even though he couldn’t see her. ‘How come you get the hot room?’
‘I’m practically the laird. I get all the good stuff.’ His tone was enough to tell her he was teasing. Didn’t stop her from wanting to hit him. And kiss him.
Stop that right now.
She huffed. ‘I’m sending a complaint in tomorrow. Right to the top.’
‘They’ll be quaking in their boots, I bet,’ Lachlan said. ‘Pretty much like you are now.’
‘Ah, you’re full of the one-liners tonight.’
‘It’s hard to think of one-liners when your whole body is succumbing to frostbite. Seriously, what kind of place is this? Why would they put me in this room when you have the fire?’
‘You want to swap?’ His offer sounded genuine. For a moment she imagined climbing into his bed. Would it still smell of him? Would she be able to feel where he’d been lying? Would it still hold his warmth?
‘No,’ she managed. ‘I’m fine.’
‘You’re not fine. You should come in here.’
‘But then you’ll freeze,’ she pointed out. ‘It’s fine, I can take it for one night. And after that all bets are off.’
‘Lucy, just get your butt in here. I’m your client, and that’s an order.’
She hesitated, not sure if she was turned on or appalled by his offer. In the end, good sense won out. ‘Good night, Lachlan. Sleep tight.’ Not waiting for his reply, she ended the call, and for good measure turned her ringer to silent.There was temptation, and then there was temptation. The only way to avoid it was to pretend it didn’t exist.