The Wickedness of a Highlander by Elisa Braden

The Wickedness of a Highlander (Midnight in Scotland Book 4)The Wickedness of a Highlander by Elisa Braden

Tracy’s Rating: 4.5 of 5 stars

Series: Midnight in Scotland, #4

Release Date: March 12, 2024

After the death of her vile brother, Sabella Lockhart has done the best she can to clean up the mess he left behind and with the help of her dear friend Sergeant Munro, she was able to take care of most of it, but now the Sergeant has passed and she is once again on her own, she hires the McCabes, an elderly couple to help her transport the Sergeant to Inverness to lay him to rest with his family and then will tackle one last task before starting a new life in London. She confirms with Mr. McCabe that her belongs are loaded on the mail coach and then bids them goodbye as she makes her way to Glenscannadoo to hopefully fulfill her final and most dreaded task, speaking to the MacPhersons about the wrongs done to them by her brother Kenneth. But things go from bad to worse when upon arriving in Glenscannadoo, she gives last two coins to some boys to carry her trunks only to find out that her trunks, with all her possessions, money and jewels are not on the coach, and the boys have disappeared. She then learns that none of the MacPhersons are in Glenscannadoo at the moment, save one – Alexander. And he is the last MacPherson she would want to see, since she has had a strange fascination for him and because of the small fact that she had almost got him killed. But once she realizes that Alexander is the only person in the town who can help her, she gathers her courage and approaches him about employment – just until she makes enough to make her way to London. And really how hard can working as a maid be?

Alexander MacPherson hires Sabella to be his housemaid out of spite – or so he tells himself, but it isn’t long before he admits the truth, he wants her and knows that she is the bride that is meant for him. He knows she plans on leaving and he can’t let that happen. But his attempts at wooing are hilarious and sadly for him, unsuccessful. But when a fight turns to passion, he thinks he has her right where he wants her, wrong again! It isn’t until his father’s lover talks to her, that she agrees to marry him. And for a time it seems like everything is going to work out perfectly, but Alexander has been keeping secrets from his bride, secrets that may cost him her love, especially when her past comes looking for her.

This was a well-written, nicely paced, delightful read that was a bit lighter than the previous books in this series but was by no means a fluffy read. But after reading the previous books and being reminded of what Sabella and Alexander had endured, I was glad this book was not as dark and dire as the others, these characters have paid their dues and then some, they deserved their happy ending, even if the road to it was not smooth and easy. I adored Alexander and Sabella together, they are perfect for each other and have a connection that is undeniable and leads to some very steamy love scenes. But this book is more than giggles and steam, there is the aftermath of violence, some triggers, secrets, lies, great secondary characters, a villain getting his comeuppance, forgiveness, soulmate love and a lovely happily ever after, complete with an epilogue. I did feel like the book wrapped a bit too quickly, but overall, I loved this story and am happy to recommend it. This is the fourth book in the series, and while it could be read as a standalone title, I strongly recommend reading the books in order for the best reader experience.

*I am voluntarily leaving a review for an eARC that I requested and was provided to me by the publisher. All opinions in this review are my own.*

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The Forger and the Duke
Misty Urban
(Ladies Least Likely, #2)
Publication date: March 5th 2024
Genres: Adult, Historical, Romance

In 1776 London, orphaned vicar’s daughter Amaranthe Illingworth supports her small household with her skills as a copyist, but her quiet routine is shattered the day three children show up at her door seeking aid from her brother, their tutor. Behind them storms in Malden Grey, would-be barrister and their erstwhile guardian, who accuses Amaranthe of kidnapping the young Duke of Hunsdon and his siblings.

The former duke’s illegitimate son, Malden Grey has learned to live by his wits, and he’s told he’ll advance to the bar if he takes a proper wife. As she helps him restore order at Hunsdon House, Amaranthe seems a likely candidate—if only Mal can unearth the truth behind the rumors that she’s been forging, and selling, priceless medieval manuscripts. Amaranthe, in the meantime, needs to stay on her guard lest the charming Malden Grey steal her heart at the same time she’s hoping to borrow from his library a priceless book that could make her fortune.

But when Mal’s foray into Amaranthe’s past yields a discovery that will change both of their destinies, they’ll have to fight together to clear their names and stake out a future together—if either has a future at all.

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EXCERPT:

She set the portrait gently in its place. Mal battled the impulse to take those cool, capable fingers and press them against his aching head.

“And where is your mother now?” Her steady, fathomless gaze rested on him.

“She died when I was young.” Dear Lord, he was becoming sentimental. He pushed the weakness aside. “You are coming to know a great deal about us, Miss Illingworth, and I know very little about you.”

Her eyes crinkled as she smiled widely, and Mal cast about for breath. “We have not even been properly introduced.”

“Malden Grey of Bristol, aspiring to the bar.” He held out his hand.

“Malden,” she said, and a silken quality in her voice made him shudder, as did the slide of her fingers as she placed them in his.

“You haven’t told me your name.” His voice roughed his chest.

“Miss Amaranthe Illingworth of St. Cleer, Cornwall. My father was very fond of classical antiquity, so he chose a Greek name for me.” She held the volume of housekeeper’s accounts close to her chest, like a shield.

He sat back. She appeared completely unconcerned to learn he was a bastard, the status he wore like a brand on his forehead, marking him as less than, as lacking.

She rose, and he scrambled to his feet. Very neatly she placed her glass on the shelf beneath the decanter. Her eyes traced the figurines above, all of them representing mythological half-women with breasts prominently displayed.

“They’re not mine,” Mal said.

That small, maddening smile quirked her lips again. “No, they are young Hunsdon’s now, I imagine. I’ve seen this and worse among some of the medieval marginalia I’ve copied, Mr. Grey. You wouldn’t believe some of the grotesques those monks could dream up. I suppose it comes from being locked away day after day with no company but other men.”

That was his problem as well, Mal decided. Too much time in the company of other men. That was why she riled his senses so potently.

He moved around the desk toward her as she stepped away. “I can drive you tomorrow. When you make inquiries about hiring servants. What time shall I bring the carriage round?”

She hesitated, and her face went studiously blank. A slither across the back of his neck told him this was the expression she assumed when she was withholding something. He was beginning to recognize it.

“Eyde made up a room for me here,” she said. “Do you mind?”

“Of course not. There are dozens of rooms.” Or so he thought. Hunsdon House was not his, as nothing about the Hunsdon estate was to be his—not even the family name—and so he’d never let much of it occupy his attention.

Mal wondered which room Miss Illingworth would select for her own. Did she see her silk-smooth skin as best set off by the draperies in the Blue Room? Would she choose the Oriental patterns of the Jade Room? Or would she, like an empress of old, demand the royal purple? He imagined her nearby in the house going about her nightly routine, taking down her hair, drawing off her prim robe, perhaps splashing water onto her face that would run down that softly stern neck to the collarbones hidden beneath her gown and—

He’d best stop imagining Miss Illingworth at her ablutions. He was about to embarrass himself.

“Till tomorrow then, Miss Illingworth.” Had she said he could call her Amaranthe? He wanted to roll the name over his tongue. It was exotic, yet robust. A name with command and presence, much like the woman.

Good Lord! That brandy had turned his wits. He was behaving like a moonstruck calf. No, worse.

“Till tomorrow,” she said softly, and her gaze held his. The flickering candlelight brought out violet shadows in her eyes, and all the air left Mal’s body. He wanted to be found worthy of that calm, assessing gaze.

There was no way she would ever find him worthy.

The door shut behind her, and Mal smacked a hand to his head to clear it. He’d best bring himself in order. They had business to conduct. Problems to solve.

She had secrets he wanted very much to discover.

He had gotten his first good look at Miss Amaranthe Illingworth. He wanted a second. And a third.

Author Bio:

Misty Urban is a medieval scholar, freelance editor, and college professor who likes to write stories about misbehaving women who find adventure and romance. She holds an MFA and Ph.D. from Cornell University and lives in the Midwest in a little town on a big river.

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