BOOK #2

Book #1 A Knight on Duchess Square. Bram Lanark, Duke of Solway, is furious to learn his kinsmen have taken it upon themselves to choose a bride for him. Not just choose her, but those fools have actually abducted her and carried her off to his home, Lanark Castle, on the rugged coast of Scotland, to set at his feet. Only, they have taken the wrong girl. Instead of the sweet young thing they sought to bring him, they've grabbed her hellion aunt, Lady Miranda Lawson, who is now tearing apart his parlor and striking fear in all his kinsmen as she hurls everything she can find at them. Gad, she's splendid. Beautiful, too. Now he must apologize to the smart-mouthed, fiery Miranda and ignore the desire that rages through him with their every encounter. To make matters worse, his foolish kinsmen injured her during the abduction, so he is now honor bound to tend her and protect her while returning her safely to her London home. Lady Miranda Lawson endured a disastrous marriage that left her a widow at the age of twenty and has been subjected to the hatred and ridicule of her husband's family ever since. So, her decision never to remarry proved a simple one to make. No husband, and sadly, no children for her, but she has her sweet niece to love and care for as her own. In fact, Miranda is quite content with her life, until some drunken Scots grab her from an Edinburgh inn where she and her niece happen to be staying, tossa sack over her head, and carry her off to the castle of a big, burly Scot with bright red hair tinged with gray at the temples, who claims to be Bram Lanark, Duke of Solway. He is gruff, gorgeous, surprisingly gentle and protective, but obviously horrified his kinsmen took it upon themselves to abduct a bride for him. Only, they've brought her, obviously the wrong bride. Those idiots meant to steal her dear, sweet niece. To Miranda's dismay, Solway seems content with the mistake and insists she is the one he wants.