The Laird’s Willful Lass: The Lairds Most Likely Book 1 by @AnnaCampbelloz is a Fall Into These Grea
Title: The Laird’s Willful Lass: The Lairds Most Likely Book 1
Author: Anna Campbell
Genre: Historical Romance
An untamed man as immovable as a Highland mountain…
Fergus Mackinnon, autocratic Laird of Achnasheen, likes to be in charge. When he was little more than a lad, he became master of his Scottish estate, and he’s learned to rely on his unfailing judgment. So has everyone else in his corner of the world. He sees no reason for his bride—when he finds her—to be any different.
A headstrong woman from the warm and passionate south…
Marina Lucchetti knows all about fighting her way through a wall of masculine arrogance. In her native Florence, she’s become a successful artist, no easy feat for a woman. Now a commission to paint a series of Highland scenes promises to spread her fame far and wide. When a carriage accident strands her at Achnasheen for a few weeks, it’s a mixed blessing. The magnificent landscape offers everything her artistic soul could desire. If only she can resist the impulse to smash her easel across the laird’s obstinate head.
When two fiery souls come together, a conflagration flares.
Marina is Fergus’s worst nightmare—a woman who defies a man’s guidance. Fergus challenges everything Marina believes about a woman’s right to choose her path. No two people could be less suited. But when irresistible passion enters the equation, good sense soon jumps into the loch.
Will the desire between Fergus and Marina blaze hot, then fade to ashes? Or will the imperious laird and his willful lass discover that their differences aren’t insurmountable after all, but the spice that will flavour a lifetime of happiness?
When Fergus opened his eyes, the sun had moved toward the west. He was warm, and drowsiness weighted his limbs. Sitting beside him was a lovely woman with a touch of sunburn across her slanted cheekbones and on the bridge of her straight nose. Marina had brought a hat, but he noticed she generally forgot to wear it.
A tender smile curved his lips, and he brushed his hand across the hint of color. “The sun has caught ye, lassie.”
As if it was the most natural thing in the world, he slid his fingers behind her neck and drew her down until her lips met his.
Her mouth was soft, and he tasted her gasp of surprise. Sweet warmth flooded him as for a dizzying moment, her lips fluttered against his.
The muscles beneath his hand tensed, and he waited for her to pull away. Then in a movement so subtle, if he hadn’t been touching her, he would never have recognized it, she leaned closer. Her mouth turned even softer, as she surrendered to the kiss.
Satisfaction flooded him. His hold on her nape firmed, and he swept his tongue along the seam of her lips in a request to enter the honeyed interior.
For a long moment, her lips remained closed. The delay before she yielded gave him a chance to drink in a wealth of splendid details. The heat of the afternoon sun on this sheltered dip in the hillside. The loose strands of silky hair tickling his fingers. The scents of heather in the air, and lavender soap rising from her skin. The lush cushion of her lips.
With a faint sound of pleasure, that sumptuous mouth opened, and her tongue flickered out to meet his. The contact was almost shy, but it made his heart expand with longing for more. Growling deep in his chest, he caught her waist with his free hand. He rolled over until she lay beneath him.
Now he’d captured her ready for ravishing, the kiss caught fire and he tasted her fully. She was luscious as toffee. More sweetness flared into passion when her tongue danced with his and her arms slid around his back to hold him closer.
She gave herself up with a wholehearted voluptuousness that beggared his experience. He’d kissed plenty of lassies, even bedded a few. But he’d never lost himself in a sensual mist, the way he did kissing Marina.
Inevitably, he wanted more. Wondered if perhaps he didn’t need to negotiate too hard to find his way into her bed after all. Would this glorious kiss in the open air lead without hindrance to possessing her long, lissome body?
When he raised his head to look down into her face, her eyes were heavy with passion. Her mouth was red and swollen from his kisses, and parted to give him a glimpse of small white teeth. Her skin glowed with awakening desire. She was the most gorgeous sight he’d ever beheld.
He leaned in and quickly kissed her again, although he could already see the dreamy pleasure draining away, replaced by a troubled expression.
“Basta,” she said unsteadily. “Basta.”
He frowned. “Are you calling me a…”
As he’d hoped, the frown dissolved in humor. “No. Enough. Basta means ‘enough.’”
In his opinion, he’d achieved anything but enough. He should have guessed he was too optimistic when he imagined this would be simple. He shifted to the side to rest on one elbow and stare down at her.
“I’m sorry,” she said softly, as her gaze swept down his body.
“I’m not.” He dug up a smile and reached to smooth the strands of midnight hair clinging to her wide forehead. “I’ve wanted to do that since I first saw you.”
The pleasure that brightened her face at his admission made him kiss her again. This time her push on his shoulders was more emphatic. “This won’t do, Mackinnon.”
“Fergus,” he said softly.
She pursed her lips in frustration. It made him want to kiss her again. “It’s safer if I call you Mackinnon.”
“Who cares about safety?”
He traced a line down her cheek. Her skin was soft and smooth. He couldn’t wait to see the rest of it. Surely soon he would.
“Are you saying ye didn’t think about kissing me, too?” He’d thought about more than kissing, but didn’t want to push his luck.
She lifted a hand to bat his caressing fingers away. “You jolly well know I have. But that doesn’t mean we should give into temptation.”
She was pretty. Even when she was cross, she was pretty. Particularly then, because the heat sparking in those lustrous dark eyes made him think of a different heat that he and she could conjure together. “Why not? Do you have a lover who owns your loyalty? You haven’t said so.”
“Why on earth would I say anything?”
Displeasure pricked at his arrogance. “Because you know I’m interested.” He paused and stared at her, surprised at how important her answer was. He’d wanted her before, but since kissing her, he was in a fever to have her. “Is there a lover, Marina?”
Her eyes flickered down. She had such lush eyelashes. “No,” she mumbled.
“Not for me either. And you have no husband.”
“No,” she said in an even lower voice.
“And I have no wife. If we want one another, why should we resist?”
Her eyes opened and settled on him with a cynical light that placed another puncture in his satisfaction. Why didn’t he remember that talking to this perverse creature was likely to tie him into knots? He should have just kept kissing her until she gave in.
“I’m available. You’re available. The nights are getting cold. We may as well start going at one another like rabbits?”
Damn it, now he was annoyed, and he’d been in such a good mood after his nap and kissing her. He sat up and scowled. “You’re twisting my words.”
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What makes this book a must-read and/or what inspired you to write this story:
Who doesn’t love a Scotsman? After playing around with Regency rakes for so long, I decided that I’d seek inspiration north of the border in the Scottish Highlands, my favorite part of the world. My bestselling The Lairds Most Likely series is the result, starting with The Laird’s Willful Lass. This book was so much fun to write – two stubborn, smart-mouthed people fighting mutual attraction for all they’re worth. Of course they lose in the end – or win, if you consider a happily ever after as a victory!
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I’m an Australian historical romance writer. So far I've published 10 award-winning novels for Avon and Grand Central, and 23 books as an independent author. My books have been translated into 22 languages. I'm currently working on a series featuring roguish Highland heroes, called the Lairds Most Likely. The Laird's Willful Lass, The Laird's Christmas Kiss, and The Highlander’s Lost Lady are now out. Look out for The Highlander’s Defiant Captive and The Highlander’s Christmas Quest later in 2019!
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