A Scot’s Surrender by Tammy Andresen
A Laird to Love series, Book 3
Scottish Historical Romance
Historical Romance/Scottish Romance
An innocent debutante and a rogue… Miss Agnes Burton dreams of a gentleman, a knight in shining armor that sweeps her off her feet. Laird Keiran McKenna is nothing like her dreams. A rogue and sworn bachelor, she finds him irritating, when he isn’t causing her breathless excitement. The more time she spends with him, the more the line between knight and rogue blurs. Not that it matters, because he’d never love her in return would he?
The broody rogue surrenders to this sweet & sassy heroine
Watching the sworn Scottish bachelor fight off his feelings for the sweet Agnes was an enjoyable read. Agnes goes back and forth from finding Keiran a rogue with no good qualities to fighting off her increasing feelings for him. Keiran finds her attractive but continues to push her away believing he is not the one for her. In the end they cannot deny their desire for one another as they are either sparring or kissing. A well-paced storyline full of drama, action, steam, and fun. A wonderful addition to the Laird to Love series which some previous characters appear.
A storm had rolled in that forced them to stay at the inn. Several other travelers, however, had the same idea and the inn was full. What was worse, was Clarissa had disappeared with Ewan. That was fine for Clarissa, her and Ewan would surely marry. Agnes was in a different situation entirely as she’d been left in the company of one of her least favorite men, Laird McKenna.
They’d been at her cousin’s family home for the past two weeks together and she knew enough of him to be certain he was a man she would never marry.
It wasn’t that he was unattractive, quite the contrary. Nor was he mean or contemptible. It was more that he was rather insistent upon not obeying the rules of society. And in Agnes’s experience, men who disregarded those rules often left the women closest to them in vulnerable and sometimes ruinous situations.
His steady breathing captured her attention, and she found herself breathing along with him, entranced by the sound.
“Go to sleep, Agnes,” he growled from his spot on the floor.
“I’m trying,” she huffed, her head lifting from the pillow. “But I can’t seem to stop thinking about how I will be ruined after tonight.”
He let out a long sigh. “I’m not sleeping in the common room. It doesn’t matter how much ye squawk.”
She sat up then, the ropes underneath the mattress creaking. “I am not squawking, and it’s your duty as a gentleman to allow me to have the room…alone.”
“There are no more rooms, and I am not sleeping with the riff raff. I paid for a room.”
“But a gentleman—”
He stopped her before she could say more. “I’m not a gentleman.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Tammy Andresen lives with her husband and three children just outside of Boston, Massachusetts. She grew up on the Seacoast of Maine, where she spent countless days dreaming up stories in blueberry fields and among the scrub pines that line the coast. Her mother loved to spin a yarn and Tammy filled many hours listening to her mother retell the classics. It was inevitable that at the age of 18, she headed off to Simmons College, where she studied English literature and education. She never left Massachusetts but some of her heart still resides in Maine and her family visits often.