Being arranged to marry a Highlander lord is hardly uncommon.
But when he happens to be gorgeous, powerful, dominant, and your best friend’s dad ?
Well, that’s another story…

Lachlan McDougall is a lot of powerful, ruggedly handsome Highlander Lord, fierce ex-warrior, my soon-to-be-husband…

…And my best friend’s dad .

I grew up in their castle, under his eye. But secretly, I’ve wanted him since before I even knew what the word meant. On the surface, I’m marrying him for political to stop a war and save his lands.

On the inside, though, binding myself to Lachlan McDougall is a fantasy I’ve dreamt a thousand times.

I know this is wrong, and a sin. But once I lose myself in those dark, piercing eyes, and once I feel his big, powerful hands on me, and once I taste those beautiful lips?

…Well, it turns out, I might not be the only one with a forbidden little secret.

In two days, I’ll be married to a man who I’ve married a hundred times, in my head . The man who’s taken me to bed ten times that number in my dreams.

Twice my age, a scandal waiting to happen, and my best friend’s father .

…I’m in so much trouble.


All the tropes, all the growly af alpha goodness, all the over-the-top fun, and of course, WILDLY historically not responsible for lost or ripped bodices. Reader beware.

As with all my books, this one is safe, with no cheating, and a HEA guaranteed.