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Claimed by the Laird
Nicola Cornick
He will expose her as the criminal he seeks, or seduce her as the woman he desires…An old maid—that's all Lady Christina McMorlan, daughter to the Duke of Forres, is to society now that she's past thirty. She hosts her father's parties and cares for her siblings, knowing she'll never have her own home and family.She has no time to pine, however. By night, she's The Lady, head of a notorious whiskey-smuggling gang that supports her impoverished clan. They're always one step ahead of the revenue man - until Lucas Black shows up.Rejecting his title and the proper society that disparaged his mother, Lucas earns his living running a successful gambling house. He's also a spy, charged with bringing down the Forres Gang. He thinks The Lady's just a bored society spinster. She thinks he's a lost child playing at rebellion.And when the truth comes out, it's not just their love on the line…
He will expose her as the criminal he seeks, or seduce her as the woman he desires…
An old maid—that’s all Lady Christina McMorlan, daughter to the Duke of Forres, is to society now that she’s past thirty. She hosts her father’s parties and cares for her siblings, knowing she’ll never have her own home and family. She has no time to pine, however. By night, she’s The Lady, head of a notorious whiskey-smuggling gang that supports her impoverished clan. They’re always one step ahead of the revenue man—until Lucas Black shows up.
Rejecting his title and the proper society that disparaged his mother, Lucas earns his living running a successful gambling house. He’s also a spy, charged with bringing down the Forres Gang. He thinks The Lady’s just a bored society spinster. She thinks he’s a lost child playing at rebellion. And when the truth comes out, it’s not just their love on the line….
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Claimed by theLaird
Nicola Cornick
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Dear Reader, (#ulink_3e34aac2-bbcc-5b92-87ee-b20a596de4f3)
Welcome to Claimed by the Laird, Book Three in the Scottish Brides series! This is Christina’s story. Christina has always been in the shadow of her younger sisters, but now she is swept up into a shocking upstairs-downstairs whirlwind romance—with the new footman at Kilmory Castle!
Lucas Ross is a very unusual footman indeed. Tall, dark and handsome, Lucas is surely too commanding to be a servant, and his affair with Lady Christina MacMorlan is bound to cause scandal. But Lucas has other, secret reasons for being at Kilmory and, when they are revealed, can their love survive the ensuing disgrace?
Like the other books in the Scottish Brides series, Claimed by the Laird is inspired by real-life events. I thoroughly enjoyed researching the background of whisky smuggling in the Scottish Highlands!
I have loved writing all the books in this series and would like to thank all my readers very much for their wonderful support through so many writing years.
Happy reading!
To Andrew, my own hero,
who was there at the beginning.
With my thanks and all my love.
Contents
Cover (#u2608b1ab-6d27-5c81-b6a0-c8152a9e4f40)
Back Cover Text (#uc63397d8-ec16-5701-a39b-f0b2c334b0d3)
Praise (#u12fcfa6b-0283-535d-bfbe-0bb497fb9b22)
Dear Reader (#ue75c06a9-71e3-5b75-98da-50791898a886)
Dedication (#u9fcd8682-3116-5bd4-9bf7-c08bb1ef7ef5)
PROLOGUE (#uad6c08c9-7c17-5cce-a2ef-76b6e1a844b7)
CHAPTER ONE (#ue83d2327-5cb1-57d3-8313-858cdc9d10e7)
CHAPTER TWO (#udefa468b-2f6f-54f8-940f-803b79e773b9)
CHAPTER THREE (#uacfa6970-0d67-5d40-a459-586954087612)
CHAPTER FOUR (#uba5bb4f0-776f-59ff-8b30-61de7aaf03bd)
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PROLOGUE (#ulink_e6913c19-f54f-56fe-9e2c-9c300ef0b44f)
Edinburgh, April 1817
“I DON’T KNOW why I am helping you,” Jack Rutherford said.
Lucas Black laughed. “Because my club serves the best brandy in Edinburgh?” He topped up his friend’s glass.
“It does,” Jack allowed. “But that isn’t the reason.”
“Because you owe me money?”
The cards lay abandoned on the cherrywood table between them. This was one of the club’s private rooms and empty but for the two of them. Beyond the door lay the gambling hell’s main salon, packed tonight with a clientele representing the richest men in Edinburgh society. Lucas cared nothing for a man’s antecedents, but he did care that his guests could pay their debts. He was in a position to be selective. An invitation to The Chequers was one of the most sought-after privileges in Scottish society.
Jack took out his pocketbook. “Twenty-five guineas, wasn’t it?” he said.
Lucas waved the debt away. “I’d rather have your help.”
His friend was frowning, watching the brandy swirl in his glass. He did not reply.
“A conflict of loyalties?” Lucas asked. He and Jack were business partners; they had helped each other out of more difficult situations than Lucas could remember. Which made it interesting that this time Jack was refusing to commit himself.
“Hardly that.” Jack glanced up. “I have little time for my father-in-law,” he said. “He tried to push both my wife and my sister-in-law into the sort of marriages that could have damaged them irreparably. People think him charmingly eccentric, but that is too kind a judgment.” He shifted in his chair. “No, it’s the element of deception that concerns me. I thought you were the sort of man who would walk in and state his terms rather than masquerading as a servant to spy on people.”
“I am the sort of man who prefers a direct approach,” Lucas agreed, adding drily, “but can you imagine what would happen if I walked into Kilmory Castle and said that I suspected someone there of killing my brother and I had come to find the culprit and bring him to justice? They would throw me out—or have me clapped in bedlam.”
He stopped. His dry tone had masked all kinds of emotions, but Jack had not been fooled. Lucas saw the sympathy in his eyes.
“I’m sorry about Peter,” Jack said, a depth of sincerity in his voice that Lucas could not doubt. “I understand that you want to know what happened—”
Lucas cut him off with a sharp gesture. “I want justice,” he said through his teeth. “It was no accident.”
He could see that Jack was struggling for a response.
Don’t, Lucas thought viciously. Don’t say that you understand how I feel. Don’t tell me that Peter’s death was investigated, that if others could not find a culprit, neither will I.
