SCOTSMAN OF MY DREAMS
MacIain Series #3
Karen Ranney
Releasing Aug 25th, 2015
In USA
Today and New York Times bestselling author Karen
Ranney’s second novel in her breathtaking series, an unconventional woman and a
former scoundrel embark on a daring mission of desire.
Once the ton’s most notorious rake, Dalton MacIain has returned from his expedition to America during the Civil War-wounded and a changed man. Instead of attending soirees, he now spends his time as a recluse. But Dalton’s peace is disturbed when Minerva Todd barges into his London townhouse, insisting he help search for her missing brother Neville. Though Dalton would love to spend more time with the bewitching beauty, he has no interest in finding Neville-for he blames him for his injury.
Once the ton’s most notorious rake, Dalton MacIain has returned from his expedition to America during the Civil War-wounded and a changed man. Instead of attending soirees, he now spends his time as a recluse. But Dalton’s peace is disturbed when Minerva Todd barges into his London townhouse, insisting he help search for her missing brother Neville. Though Dalton would love to spend more time with the bewitching beauty, he has no interest in finding Neville-for he blames him for his injury.
Minerva has never met a more
infuriating man than the Earl of Rathsmere yet she is intrigued by the torrid
rumors she has heard about him…and the fierce attraction pulling her toward
him.
Dalton does not count on Minerva’s
persistence-or the desire she awakens in him, compelling him to discover her
brother’s fate. But when danger surrounds them, Dalton fears he will lose the
tantalizing, thoroughly unpredictable woman he has come to love.
Dalton
MacIain, Earl of Rathsmere, stood in the doorway of his library, listening to
Howington argue with a harridan. Were there peddlers in Tarkington Square now?
He couldn’t hear their words, only the tone. Howington was maintaining his
usual calm demeanor. The woman wasn’t, her voice growing louder, vying with the
thunder growling overhead for dominance.
Turning
back to the room, he dismissed the two of them. Howington would get rid of her,
whoever she was.
He
shouldn’t have sent his majordomo to Gledfield. If Samuels had remained here he
would have opened the door, thereby sparing Howington the duty. Samuels would
have also been a buffer between him and Howington. Pity that he hadn’t
considered that earlier. Now Howington was always present, forever hovering in
that obsequious way of his.
He
moved unerringly to the window, reached up and closed the drapes against the
storm. He remembered their shade, an emerald color he favored. Everything else
about the room was as he recalled it: two wing chairs upholstered in a dark
green fabric sat before the fireplace with a small table between them;
enough books in the shelves that he gave the appearance of being a well-read
man. His onetime companions would have been genuinely shocked to know that he
had read most of them, a good thing now.
Thunder
rumbled, the windows shivering in response. The drumming of rain on the street
outside sounded like muffled artillery.
He
made his way to the sideboard on the opposite wall, a distance of exactly ten
feet.
Removing
the stopper from the cut glass decanter, he reached for a glass and tried to
hold it steady. Another roar of thunder, this one sounding too much like cannon
fire, made him put down the decanter and the glass, hearing the chink as they
landed on the tray.
He
stood with his fingers braced against the sideboard, staring straight ahead and
willing his hands to stop their trembling.
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Karen Ranney began writing when she was
five. Her first published work was The Maple Leaf, read over the school
intercom when she was in the first grade. In addition to wanting to be a
violinist (her parents had a special violin crafted for her when she was
seven), she wanted to be a lawyer, a teacher, and, most of all, a writer.
Though the violin was discarded early, she still admits to a fascination with
the law, and she volunteers as a teacher whenever needed. Writing, however, has
remained the overwhelming love of her life.
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