“Ye canna command the heart to love. It chooses who and when, whether we like it or not.” Ian McPherson, Kilmalochan Keep, 1817
“I do not want a husband. Especially not one of my own.” Amelia DeVere, London, 1817
When a jewel worth a fortune is ripped from Amelia DeVere’s neck, it’s time to contact Bow Street for help. Handsome highlander Ian McPherson, Bow Street Runner, isn’t best pleased to be spending his time chasing down a necklace for a spoiled society beauty. But it’s his job.
Banished from London, Amelia travels north, and is glad to find Ian there as well, on the trail of her ruby. Joining forces seems like a good idea until they cross the border into Scotland and their relationship gets complicated…
They will survive fires, sore muscles, mothers and villains, only to find more troubles awaiting them. Amelia must learn that to be loved by a Scot is worth more than any jewel. And Ian will have to persuade her that she’s worth loving…
“I do not want a husband. Especially not one of my own.” Amelia DeVere, London, 1817
When a jewel worth a fortune is ripped from Amelia DeVere’s neck, it’s time to contact Bow Street for help. Handsome highlander Ian McPherson, Bow Street Runner, isn’t best pleased to be spending his time chasing down a necklace for a spoiled society beauty. But it’s his job.
Banished from London, Amelia travels north, and is glad to find Ian there as well, on the trail of her ruby. Joining forces seems like a good idea until they cross the border into Scotland and their relationship gets complicated…
They will survive fires, sore muscles, mothers and villains, only to find more troubles awaiting them. Amelia must learn that to be loved by a Scot is worth more than any jewel. And Ian will have to persuade her that she’s worth loving…
