One Night in Scotland (The Hurst Amulet)
New York Times bestselling writer Karen Hawkins starts off a glowing new sequence with this exciting story of a determined good looks on an pressing quest, a dismal earl scarred via his beastly past—and the traditional treasure that binds their fates.
A mysterious abductor . . . Someone is preserving her brother prisoner in trade for a gold-and-onyx field lined in mysterious runes, so Mary Hurst boldly units out from the relatives vicarage to discover the useful artifact. however the guy who possesses it, Angus Hay, the Earl of Erroll, is below sympathetic to her plight.
A forbidding stranger . . . Himself a prisoner of his darkish previous, Angus refuses to yield the box—or allow Mary to go away! Suspicious of the fascinating lass’s challenge, he vows to wrest a confession from her, yet reveals a fiery mood and a will as powerful as his personal.
An unbreakable curse . . . Passion flares among them, yet now there's extra at stake: an unknown enemy is removing the dear field, and may cease at not anything. Risking fascinated by love, Angus needs to resolve the secret in the back of the runes . . . and belief the single lady who can wake up his forgotten center.
precisely how he sought after her. She needed to be taking into consideration the kiss, for it had nearly rattled him, too. thankfully, he understood the intricacies of charm; the way it happened whilst one least anticipated it, and infrequently lasted earlier a formal creation. She’d been thoroughly crushed; he’d obvious it on her face and nonetheless felt a little bit delight approximately that. however it wouldn’t do to faux that the placement wasn’t fraught with risks. Angus had intended the kiss to be a brief you-will-do-as-I-say kiss, however it.
Too lengthy, you lose. i don't wish to lose. If i don't listen from the port grasp at the present time, we intend on environment sail less than darkish of evening, rules and gun ships be damned. If we don't, our shops might be depleted ere we get to sea, that may be what they’re hoping for. It charges a fortune to inventory the send from the port master’s shops; this is often how he makes his genuine funds. There comes a time in each exercise whilst one needs to take destiny by way of the lapels and clarify the necessity for urgency. Now will be.
She’d had in brain. “Well, Hurst, if you happen to don’t love it, what are you going to do to alter it?” she requested herself within the reflect as she patted her just-pinned hair. commonly Abigail did it, however the maid were inexplicably overdue this morning. extra to that, Mary had awoken early and was once impatient to get out and do whatever now that the elements had cleared. numerous days of mild-mannered sitting in a single room of the home used to be adequate. Her sensibilities, and her experience of event, demanded that she.
girl he slightly knew. a lady he suspected of deception. Ridiculous and silly, and he used to be now not a guy to belly both. Neason was once panting. “Angus, i do know you had phrases with leave out Hurst; i feel every person within the citadel knows.” “So?” “I—” Neason stopped to a lifeless halt, panting seriously. “Can you decelerate, please? i will not sustain and nonetheless talk.” Angus got here to a halt and stated sharply, “What is it, Neason?” “I—I was once simply brooding about if possibly we should always ask Muir to reserve breakfast served within the.
on the deep, masculine voice, her gaze flying immediately forward to the ornate gilded replicate above the desk. immediately, she came upon herself taking a look into the darkish blue eyes of Robert Hurst. Her center pounded in her throat as her gaze traveled over him. His stylish coat was once gentle over his large shoulders and minimize to bare a slender waist, whereas good- geared up trousers have been tucked into ornate driving boots that encased lengthy, strong legs. He used to be donning his black hair longer now, and it fell over his.