Marriage Sucks. Or at least, that's what Gwen Taylor believes after her awful divorce. So when she wakes up naked, with no memory of the night before, next to a sexy man who seems intent on putting a ring on her finger, she wants nothing more than to get back to her normal life in the States - even if that means leaving behind a man she thinks could be the one, if she only believed in marriage.
Grant McLeod knows Gwen isn't planning to stay in Scotland, she is only there on assignment, after all. But Lord help him - if he loses her, he will lose his heart. So he sets out to convince one of the most stubborn women he's ever met that not only does true love exist, she has found it in him.
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Wild Rose Press, The
March 02, 2011
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Excerpt from Accidentally A Bride by Mary Malcolm
"I already told you, when you go...I go." Grant put his long legs over the side and stood. "But I can help you find your clothes."
Gwen stood with her mouth gaping. This man had to be the most infuriating man she had ever come into contact with in her life! Why did he not understand that she wasn't looking for more from him?
"Perhaps this will remind you of what we had last night?" He leaned down and cupped her face in his hands. He pulled her lips against his and kissed lightly. His lips teased, his tongue prodded and tasted the back of her teeth.
Gwen wanted to pull away, tried to pull away, but his kiss was intensely pleasing. What harm could a kiss do? She stopped pulling and instead relaxed into his embrace. She threaded her arms through his and felt the sinewy muscles of his back bunch and strain under her fingers. Reaching lower, she felt the top of his backside under the band of those jeans. This man was nothing but sexy on top of, oh mama. She'd definitely made worse mistakes.
And perhaps this would make a nice, tastefully worded anecdote for her story.
He pushed back the long strands of blonde hair that had fallen across her face and gently kissed upward. Her cheekbone, her eyelids, her temple. Then back down. When his lips settled on hers he explored once more with his tongue. He walked them both slowly backward until they were at the edge of the bed, and then strewn across it. He ran his hand down the length of her thigh, moving her leg over his.
The sheet slipped and cool morning air grazed her nipple into a tightened, wide awake bud. Gwen moaned as their kiss intensified. She was having trouble remembering why she wanted to leave in the first place.