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The fourth and fifth exciting novels in New York Times bestselling author Karen Hawkins’s sparkling Scottish Regency series about two beautiful twin sisters who find romance with the sexy MacLean brothers.
The laird of the MacLean Clan, Alexander, is a handsome and eligible bachelor. The infamous Caitlyn Hurst, known in society as The Incomparable, would love to change that. After her plan to trick him into marrying her goes awry, she gets a second chance to woo Alex into matrimony in The Laird Who Loved Me.
- Sales Rank: #1106800 in Books
- Brand: Pocket Books
- Published on: 2009-08-25
- Released on: 2009-08-25
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 6.75" h x 1.00" w x 4.19" l, .40 pounds
- Binding: Mass Market Paperback
- 384 pages
- Great product!
About the Author
Karen Hawkins is a USA TODAY and New York Times bestselling author of some of the funniest and freshest fairytale-based Scottish romances. When not stalking hot Australian actors, getting kicked out of West Virginia thanks to the antics of her extended family, or adding to her considerable shoe collection, Karen is getting chocolate on her keyboard while writing her next delightfully fun and sexy historical romance!
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Chapter 1 It takes a woman who dinna knows the word no to conquer a MacLean, especially one wit' a heart o' stone.
Old Woman Nora from Loch Lomond to her three wee granddaughters one cold evening
"A real, live duchess?"
Caitlyn Hurst laughed at her younger sister's wail. "Yes, a real, live duchess, not a real, dead duchess."
"Oh, you know what I mean." Mary threw herself on the bed with her sister's worn portmanteau, three ball gowns, a stack of freshly folded unmentionables, and a pair of well-worn ball slippers. "I wish I could go to a real, live duchess's house for a three-week house party!"
Caitlyn placed a pair of only-mended-once stockings into a small trunk on the floor. "Surely you're not begrudging me the only fun I've had in months?"
"No, I just wish I might go with you." Mary threw her arms out to the side. "The letter from the duchess said there will be walks through the park, horseback rides, archery, card games -- "
"Mother was not happy about that aspect."
"No, but Papa slipped you a guinea that you might play, so it can't be too bad. Besides, it wasn't the gaming that had Mother in a taking; it was the masquerade ball. I truly thought she'd refuse to allow you to go when the duchess wrote that you'd need a costume."
"I had to promise not to wear a mask and to behave as any gently raised young lady should."
Mary's brow rose. "Can you do that?"
"I will do it," Caitlyn said fervently, and meant it. She always did; the trouble was remembering she wished to behave herself when she lost her temper. She didn't have a burning desire to thwart society's rules; but when she was challenged or angry, her competitive spirit burned through all caution or thought.
Caitlyn stuffed a shawl into the portmanteau with more force than necessary. Blast it, if only she'd kept her temper three months ago and hadn't allowed Alexander MacLean to irk her into saying and doing things she shouldn't have. But there wasn't anything she could do about it now -- except use this incredibly fortuitous invitation to reestablish herself and her family into society's good graces.
Mary reached out to touch one of the new gowns spread upon the bed, ready to be wrapped in tissue paper before being packed. "Certainly no one at the duchess's house will have as beautiful gowns as these. You sew better than most of the modistes on Bond Street."
Caitlin smiled. "Thank you! That's quite a compliment. I'm very proud of the silver one; it's for the masquerade."
"It looks wonderful on you, even though Mother made you sew the neckline so high." Mary grimaced. "If she had her way, you'd go to the masquerade sewn chin to toes into a large burlap potato sack. Mother worries far too much, even though you -- " Mary's face pinkened.
Caitlyn's humor evaporated. "I will never allow my temper to get the best of me again. If I hadn't behaved so badly that Triona had felt compelled to come to London to rescue me, then she wouldn't have been forced to wed and -- " Caitlyn's throat tightened painfully.
Mary grasped her sister's hand. "It all worked out well in the end. Triona is deeply in love with her new husband and said she had you to thank that she met him. And you made Mam a very happy woman. She's excited as a lamb with a wool sweater about the match."
"Grandmother thinks anything having to do with the MacLeans is wondrous -- especially if it means she might get some great grandchildren out of it."
"Oh, that would be so -- "
A noisy thumping came from the hallway, sounding like a herd of romping calves. A fast knock later, the door was thrown open to reveal William, their oldest brother, followed by a surprisingly elegantly dressed Robert and a much-too-thin Michael.
They were all so tall, especially William, who, at twenty-one, had reached the impressive height of six feet four inches, his shoulders a proportionate width.
Michael, only recently recovered from another chest complaint, threw his lanky, sixteen-year-old length into the chair by the fireplace. "Well?" he asked, looking at the gowns and slippers and gewgaws placed on every surface of the room. "I thought you'd be packed by now!"
Mary grinned. "Caitlyn's only had two weeks to pack; you know that's not enough."
Caitlyn gave Michael a flat stare. "Have you all come to bother us? I assure you that we have enough to do without entertaining you."
Robert eyed the contents of the bed through a quizzing glass he'd recently taken to wearing. "Good God, woman! How much stuff are you taking with you?"
Caitlyn narrowed her gaze on her brother. "Must you use that ridiculous eyepiece?"
"It's the fashion," he said stoutly, though he looked somewhat uncertain.
"For a nearsighted Cyclops, perhaps."
Mary giggled while Michael and William snorted loudly.
Robert slipped the eyepiece into a pocket and said in a lofty tone, "Just because you don't appreciate good fashion -- "
"She does, too!" Mary interrupted. "You've seen the gowns she's made."
Caitlyn smoothed a blue morning gown on the bed. "If the list of amusements offered by the duchess is to be believed, I have fewer gowns than I need, but these will have to do. I can always change my wrap and shoes and make minor alterations so that my outfits look different."
"Caitlyn even redid her old riding gown." Mary reached into the portmanteau to touch with a loving hand the brown velvet riding habit. "When you return, will you help me make one like it?"
Michael snorted. "And where would you wear it? All we have to ride is the squire's old, fat mare."
Mary sniffed. "It doesn't matter what the horse looks like, just the rider."
"You spent hours making a riding habit you might only wear once or twice a month?" Michael appeared to be amazed at the thought.
"If it looked good on me, I might."
"Vanity is a sin. Father's told us that a million times."
"It's not vanity to wish to appear good; it's vanity if you think you look so good that it won't matter how you dress."
That opened up a discussion between Mary and Michael that grew in volume as Robert and William egged them on.
Caitlyn ignored them and tucked away a spangled shawl she'd purchased during her brief stay in London three months ago. Has it only been that long? The entire episode seemed a faded nightmare.
She couldn't clearly remember the balls and gowns anymore, or the sumptuous foods or town attractions, but she remembered every second she'd spent dangerously flirting with Alexander MacLean. She clearly recalled how she allowed him to teach her to ride. Though she'd made certain one of the grooms stayed nearby for appearance' sake, MacLean had quickly and easily dispensed with the man, sending him to fetch various "fallen" gloves or to look for a scarf that was blown away, even on days when there was no wind.
Her cheeks heated when she thought of her own participation in duping the servants. At the time, all she'd been able to think about was how much she wanted to feel MacLean's strong arms about her, how she longed for his heated kiss and -- She clamped the memories away. Those days were gone, and they'd meant less than the imaginary wind.
She forced herself to smile at Mary. "I'll make you a riding habit when I return. We can use the blue velvet from your old pelisse and that old gold opera cape Mother has in the trunk in the attic. The colors should be perfect, and if we place some silk flowers where the material is a bit worn, no one will notice. I did the same with one of my remade newer gowns."
Momentarily forgetting his jaded, man-about-town pose, Robert snorted. "You plan on hoaxing the crème of the ton with the clever placement of a few flowers? They'll be onto your hoax in a second."
Caitlyn folded a deep blue silk scarf and placed it into the portmanteau. "Oh, they'll never know. They didn't realize it before." She set a pair of satin slippers in the trunk beside the others. "Only three pairs of slippers. I wish I had two more."
William, who'd been lounging in the doorway, lifted his brows, a lazy twinkle in his eyes. "How many pairs of slippers are needed for a simple country house party?"
"It's not a simple house party at all," Mary protested. "It's at the castle of a real, live duchess!"
"I should have at least one pair of slippers for each color of gown. I shall just have to make do." Caitlyn placed the final gown into the trunk, carefully tucked it in, then closed the lid. "I keep expecting Mother to walk in and say she's changed her mind."
"She won't," Robert said, a superior tone in his voice.
Caitlyn eyed him. "How would you know?"
"I overheard her talking to Father. Mother thinks you will behave yourself for a few short weeks, and that you've made wonderful progress on your temper. You've hardly lost it at all in the last three months. Plus," he smirked, "she's hoping you'll meet someone eligible."
Caitlyn's cheeks burned. "I don't want to meet someone eligible." She just wanted the chance to reestablish the family name and prove to her parents that she'd learned from her horrible mistake.
Honestly, one thing that infuriated her about the incident was that no one seemed to place a bit of blame on MacLean, and he'd been just as much of a part of Triona's ruin as Caitlyn. If he hadn't been so intentionally intriguing, she'd never have paid him the least heed. But the second they'd met, he'd taunted and challenged her, and she'd discovered she didn't have the self-discipline to ignore him.
One thing was for certain, MacLean had been determined to kiss her: she knew because he'd told her so the third time they'd met. Of course, she'd then said something entirely inappropriate like "Just try it!" and that had been the beginning.
There'd been an unmistakable attraction between them, one that had flared hot and ready and left Caitlyn feeling things she'd never before felt. One kiss from Alexander MacLean reduced her to a quaking mas...
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11 of 13 people found the following review helpful.
A disservice to virgins
By StdPudel
Normally I would give this light frothy historical romance three stars, not for any literary achievement, but for being an honest and enjoyable example of its genre. The Laird Who Loved me treads the well-worn theme of the young spunky heroine of disadvantaged background who falls in love with the older, rakish but wealthy hero. Alas, the Scottish background doesn't contribute much to the story except a fantastic cover image. I was very disappointed to discover that the hero only wears the kilt for a masquerade ball - actually the cover is quite faithful to the details of his costume. The Laird Who Loved me is part of family series, like the ones Nora Roberts and other writers do. I feel like this book stands on its own, although if I had read and enjoyed the rest of the series I might be more tolerant of The Laird's foibles. My two main issues with the book are that a) it went too quickly to be a beach read - I finished it in an evening, and I wouldn't want to take up suitcase space with a book that went so fast, and b) the character of Caitlyn is a disservice to virgins everywhere. I am a master at willingly suspending my disbelief, but Caitlyn has so much instinctive knowledge of the ways of love, despite Alexander being the only man she's ever kissed. Even when they have sex, she's so knowledgeable in the ways of his body and hers that only her hymen tips off Alexander to her (formerly) virginal state. Give me a break! It's one thing for the older hero to initiate the ingénue into the ways of love, and for her to be a quick learner. For an older, experienced man to find a sheltered young woman his equal in the arts of love is just too much. To all you hopeful virgins out there, I find this to be beyond fantasy.
3 of 3 people found the following review helpful.
The Laird Who Loved Me
By Amazon Customer
In this fifth installment of Karen Hawkins's series involving the MacLeans, we meet again Alexander MacLean, laird of his clan, and Caitlyn Hurst, the young miss who started all the trouble in the fourth book, Sleepless in Scotland. Alexander is intent on getting his revenge on Caitlyn for causing his family embarrassment. He gets Caitlyn invited to a house party, specifically for the purpose of ruining her. He figures it won't take much to push her impulsive nature into doing something he won't regret.
Caitlyn has promised her mother she will control her temper and be as proper as can be at the house party. But then she discovers Alexander MacLean is there, too, and all promises become a lot harder to keep. As they goad one another into increasingly daring situations, the flames that were ignited before leap to the fore again. In an attempt at resolving their situation, they agree to complete three tasks based on a myth. But who will be the real winner?
I enjoyed this story of revenge and love, though not as much as the previous installment. Alexander is almost hyper-male, though incredibly sexy. His lust for revenge is a bit wearying, but Caitlyn is a joy to read as she reacts to his taunts. The heat between them nearly scorches the pages. The Laird Who Loved Me is definitely a fine addition to the series.
Niki Lee
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9 of 12 people found the following review helpful.
Terrible Series Ending
By Chase
I have enjoyed the four previous books in the MacLean series and was hoping the last book would be just as good. Unfortunately, it was a failure. When I read the prologue and learned that the hero was twenty years older than the heroine, I was already very turned off. But, I put it aside and finished the book. I was disappointed that none of Alexander MacLean's siblings showed up in this tale, and neither did the heroine's sister (who was the lead in the last story)...Often times, the best parts of series novels is when previous characters show up to either interfere or offer advice. I didn't really LIKE the lead characters and didn't find myself rooting for them to come together at any part of the book. The plot seemed flat and the supporting characters boring. Sadly, this book gets two big thumbs down.
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