An English Rose for the Highlander
“One month, lass. Then God help me—I’ll taste every inch of ye.”
When her betrothed runs off with her dowry, Lady Rose is desperate to protect her family.
Even if that means marrying a Scottish brute…
But she makes it clear: she doesn’t need love or intimacy.
No matter how her husband makes her crave for both…
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Having lost everything, Laird Dominik lives by discipline and restraint.
Claiming an English bride is the first crack.
The second?
She refuses his touch on their wedding night.
So he gives her a month to prepare.
Yet each day, the hunger claws deeper.
Taste. Touch. Take.
And he must resist.
Because he won’t be the only one who breaks once he loses control…
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