With the help of a bet, an eight-hundred-year-old marriage contract, and a spell, ex-SBS soldier Will might just have enough in his arsenal to capture Meghan’s heart.
Since arriving in Little Glen, Scotland, Meghan Kennedy’s life has got decidedly more interesting. She enters into a bet with hunky ex-SBS soldier, William MacKenzie, discovers an ancient marriage contract and to top it all off, she learns that she had a spell cast on her…eight hundred years before she was even born. None of it matters, because she refuses to make the same mistake twice. Will’s hard body and sexy grin don’t matter, his beautiful hypnotic eyes don’t matter, and it doesn’t matter that every time they kiss her body calls out for his, as though denied of his touch for hundreds of years.
Ex-SBS soldier William MacKenzie is disciplined, trained to be an efficient soldier and he takes the same approach with his life as he does his business. Then Meghan arrives, with her fiery temper and hair to match, all he can think about is Meghan. Her feisty temper bemuses him, her beauty astounds him and her stubbornness annoys the hell out of him. Lucky for him, he doesn’t know how to quit, he can be just as stubborn and occasionally ruthless, and he will use any means necessary to get her. Of course the ‘means’ at his disposal just happen to be a bet, a marriage contract and an ancient spell, but if in the end Meghan belongs to him, who is he to argue?
“Leaving early?” Grace was a nice lady, in her mid-sixties, with short white hair. She had been the librarian in Little Glen for over twenty years, and therefore knew a lot.
“Yah, I can’t seem to focus today. So, I’ve decided to go for a walk instead, maybe some fresh air will help.”
“It usually does. Well, on your travels do you mind dropping this off to Will for me?” Grace handed her several sheets of paper. “He was in here early this morning using the printer and left these behind. I saw him heading over to The Black Ale about an hour ago.”
Grace put the pages down on the end of the table while Meghan finished gathering her belongings. She was putting on her coat when she glanced down at the top page and noticed her last name. She saw Grace disappear behind a tall shelf and Meghan quickly snatched up the pages. One was a copy of an old document written in Gaelic and the other appeared to be the translation. She scanned the first. Guess her parents were right, learning Gaelic wasn’t a complete waste of time.
By the time she was done reading she was so dazed, she had to sit down. She read the translated version just in case she had mixed up some words—like ‘marriage’! She placed the papers gently down on the table and stared at them. Maybe she was mistaken? Maybe she had read it wrong? She picked it up and read it for a third time.
No, no. She had read it right. Her stomach suddenly flipped and a heavy weight made her gag. “Oh, my God.” She swallowed hard fighting the urge to throw up.
This was a marriage contract and her name was on it. What the… How had he… “Oh my God!” Her head was spinning with questions. What was he doing with this? How did he even know about this thing? Was this why he kept pressuring her? Was this the reason why he was interested in her? To fulfill a stupid marriage contract?
Anger swelled in her chest as her stomach rolled. No one would force her to do anything. It wasn’t 1314—arranged marriages were extinct. This contract would get him nothing but a good kick in the ass. God, she couldn’t believe that he was doing this and she had been having doubts about him. She felt disappointed and foolish.
Snatching up the remaining pages, she called out to Grace, “You said Will’s at The Black Ale?”
“Aye, he and most of the town are there watching football.”
“That’s great,” And waved as she pulled open the door, “Thanks, Grace.”
Grace picked up the phone and quickly rang Hamish. When the phone was answered all she said was, “She’s read it.”
“About five or six minutes ago.” She paused to hear Hamish’s reaction. “She’s on her way.”
“Is she now?” Hamish answered.
“She’s worked herself into quite the state. Just thought I’d give you fair warning.”
“And so you have.”
“How is he?”
“Agitated, for about five minutes now,” Hamish revealed casually.
Grace gasped in awe. “All this time and it’s true.”
“Aye, it’s true.” Hamish chuckled. “Ah! Here she is now.”
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