Release Blitz with Review: My Laird’s Seduction by Tammy Andresen

My Laird’s Seduction by Tammy Andresen

A Laird to Love series, Book 4

Scottish Historical Romance

April 17, 2018

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Lady Ainsley McDougal has long been the bell of the ball. But there is one beau she cannot tame, which, of course, is her favorite kind. She’ll catch her man yet. Laird James McPherson is a Highland Laird, an English Earl, a soldier of the Indian War, and a privateer for the British Navy simply for the joy of it. He’ll be damned before one tiny blond spitfire of a Scottish lass brings him to his knees and ties him down in wedlock. But even he can’t deny that he’s tempted…

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REVIEW

Very well written Scottish Historical Romance. The characters were fun and interesting. They clashed from the moment they met. The transition from James thinking Ainsley was vain as a peacock and irritating to seeing her as caring and dedicated to her family was paced beautifully. She taught him to trust and what it meant to love while he made her realize how important it is to care for others and take a step back from the spotlight. Another winner read in the A Laird to Love series.

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EXCERPT

Standing he made his excuses to the room. It was time to begin the repairs on his ship. The sooner he left, the better.

But as he walked to the door, Ewan followed him. “I’d like a word,” his host commanded rather than requested.

James took a breath. This was the part where his host warned him to keep his hands to himself. He wasn’t sure if it was his looks or his attitude, but men seemed to assume he was a rogue of the first cloth. “Of course.”

Ewan fell in step next to him and gestured for James to continue. “I’ve a favor to ask ye, actually.”

James started in surprise. “Yes?” Ewan was a tall, dark, and broad man with a deep voice that would leave many men afraid and, he’d wager, plenty of women wanting. He’d expected Ewan to use that strength for intimidation, not camaraderie.

“Ainsley and her mother were supposed to leave next week but will stay on to attend the wedding.” Ewan took a breath. “They are no more than a day’s trip north on a strong ship. Would it be possible to have you escort them home when you leave?”

He wished he could say no. That his ship would have been long repaired and that he would already be on his way, but the truth was, it would take him at least that long to patch the hull and fix the sails. “Of course. I appreciate your hospitality.”

Ewan waved his hand. “I’ll owe you, I’m sure.” Ewan stopped walking and stepped closer. “And in terms of Ainsley…”

Here it came, the part where Ewan told him to stay away from his sweet innocent charge. “What about her?”

“I’d recommend you leave her be. She’s a heart of gold, but she doesn’t seem to know it yet. Her attention can be rather fickle. And her father wants to see her married. You don’t want to get caught in Haggis’s trap.” Ewan raised his brows then, driving home his point.

James was rendered momentarily speechless. He’d known, from the very first moment he’d seen her that Ainsley was trouble. He’d known her type. She cared little for others, her own vanities taking precedence over everything else. But, if he’d just heard correctly, he’d been given a warning that Ainsley was trouble. Not the other way around. That might be a first for him.

“You’ve nothing to fear from me,” he replied. “I want little to do with women in general and even less with a lady whose father would like to see her married. But you ought to deliver that warning to Callum.”

Ewan gave a shake of his head. “Not necessary.”

“Why?” James crinkled his eyes now truly confused and honestly a little impressed by Ewan.

Ewan gave a knowing smile. “She doesn’t give a pile of sheep’s dung about yer friend.” And then Ewan walked the other way, returning to the library.

He was left in the hall staring after him. Did she give a pile of sheep’s dung about him? But then he gave himself a shake. He didn’t care. Not one bit.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Tammy Andresen 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.

 

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