Thursday, May 2, 2019

Love Most, Say Least by Jolie Vines

Launch date: May 2nd, 2019
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Cover: Natasha Snow Designs:
Editing: Emmy Ellis from Studio ENP

Series reading order:
Prequel – The Rival (Marry the Scot, #0.5)
1 - Storm the Castle (Marry the Scot, #1)
2 - Love Most, Say Least (Marry the Scot, #2)
3 - Hero (Marry the Scot, #3) (publishing date: June 6th)
Two further stories to be announced. All can be read as standalone but characters feature throughout so it’s better to read in sequence. The Rival is set a quarter of a century before the main series and features a relative of the McRae brothers.

Love Most, Say Least (Marry the Scot, #2)

The boy who has everything meets the girl who has nothing...when she nearly runs him over.

James Fitzroy's life could be called charmed. With an ancient name and a sprawling country estate, only an arranged marriage stands between him and his billionaire inheritance. But appearances are rarely what they seem. Traumatised after a tragic accident, speaking doesn’t come easily to James, and he cares little for anything, including who he weds.

Until the screech of brakes awakens him to all he can’t have.

Beth Grace might be descended from criminals, but she'd never follow in their footsteps. Apart from the one time she did. Now, even an invitation to go driving in Scotland with the world's most handsome man can't derail her from her plan to pay her dues. Besides, despite the startling chemistry, women like her don’t get to date earls. She couldn’t be further from what he needs.

Two broken souls can make a whole. There’s just the matter of a wedding in the way.

JOLIE VINES is a romance novelist who lives in the South West of England with her husband and toddler son.
From an early age, Jolie lived in a fantasy world and is never happier than when plot dreaming. Jolie loves her heroes to be one-woman guys. Whether they are a huge Highlander, a touch starved earl, or a brooding pilot, they will adore their loved one until the end of time.
Her favourite pastime is wrecking emotions then making up for it by giving her characters deep and meaningful happy ever afters.
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He looked noble, if that was a thing, and downright sexy, except he almost vibrated, like his body was held together by tension.
A magnet pulling me near.
I needed to know how to take him apart.

Yesterday, I’d hurt her. She’d wanted to leave. But now she slept in my bed and she’d seen my scars. Heard me say almost the most words I’d uttered to a woman in years.

All I could think about was him. His touch. Our last kiss. The strange situation he was in and why on Earth I had to like the one guy I couldn’t have.
Like. What an understatement of a word.

“I have no idea what’s going on,” I took a step, gathering my courage, “but you look at me like I’m dangerous yet you don’t say a word.”
In his armchair, James dropped his head back. “I know.”
“All the times we talked, I thought we had… I don’t know. A connection.” Another step, my boots silent on the castle’s flagstone floor.
He didn’t raise his head, so I sighed and moved until I was between his open legs. “James! I’m going home in the morning.”
His eyes snapped open. “No.”
“Please, don’t.” James sat upright.
The wildness in his eyes had my pulse flying. Beside us, the fire blazed higher, wind howling down the chimney, fanning the flames and sending sparks flying.
“Help me out here.” I took his shoulders in my hands and pushed him back into his chair.
“You’re touching me,” he said.
“I am.”
The sheer confusion on his face had me hypnotised, and I wanted to fall right onto his lap. Onto his lips.
“We’re here, face to face, alone, and with a roaring fire. This has to be the single most romantic scene of my life, and I’m alone in it.”
“I swear to you, you’re not.” He took my elbow, pulled.
I landed on his lap. My breath hitched, but then every thought flew out of my mind, because James cupped the back of my neck.
And laid his lips on mine.
Holy Mother Earth. This was happening. From nothing to him claiming a kiss. I reeled with the action and leaned forwards, gripping the back of the chair to steady myself. Our mouths pressed together, and James took my waist, his thumbs caressing my ribcage.
I wanted it to be perfect but…it was the strangest kiss I’d ever had.
Chaste and slow. Warm.
Really warm.
I shifted on his thighs then brought my hands forwards to tangle them in his hair. At the same moment, he ran both arms around my back and held me to him, turning his face as he shivered against me.
He burned.
“You have a fever,” I stuttered.
“No. I’m cold.” He shivered again, violently, and gripped me, his muscles hard.
Oh boy. My stomach sank. He was sick.
And there was me thinking my womanly wiles had finally broken down his barriers. Heaving a sigh, I extricated myself from his grip and clambered to my feet.
“Don’t.” He stole my hand. “That was wonderful. Stay.”
“Bed,” I said, engaging the kind but firm mode I’d used with younger foster kids I’d lived with, and I squeezed his hand.
James’s reddened eyes widened.
“You’re sick, and I’m going to put you to bed.” I grabbed his other hand and hauled him to his feet.
He lumbered over me, impossibly tall and broad, but unsteady, too. I kept his hand in mine then led him to the staircase and climbed.
“C’mon. Almost there. You’ll be able to lie down soon.”
“I’m fine,” James muttered, but he didn’t let go as he traipsed up the steps.
Through the archway that punched a hole in the castle wall, we entered the bedroom hallway.
“Which is yours?” I asked.
“Keep going. Wait, no. I can get to my room on my own. Hey, weren’t we talking?”
“Mhmm.” I kept moving along the carpet runner, passing my bedroom and the one Callum had allocated to Mattie. Odds on she wasn’t in there.
We rounded a corner, and James halted, stopping me with him. He put his arms around my shoulders from behind.
“This is me.”
The heat of him repelled the chill of the draughty corridor, and for a moment, I didn’t move. I liked his touch, this almost-hug. I wanted this moment, but it wasn’t really a moment at all. The kiss hadn’t been real, and I was right back at square one.
James didn’t mean any of it.
Acute disappointment controlled my next actions.
I twisted the handle and threw the door open. Then I led him in, paying no attention to his personal belongings. Not wanting more reminders to obsess over. The details to make it real.
Beside his bed—a four-poster, for God’s sake—I shrugged off his arms and turned. With a forced smile, I pushed up on my toes and kissed him on the cheek. “Goodnight.”
“Stay, please.”
The intensity of his tone socked me in the gut, and I swallowed down my reaction.
“You don’t want that. Not really. Sleep, James,” I whispered.
Leaving him standing there, I walked away.

Beth stilled and regarded me curiously. “Can I ask you a question?”
“When I first saw you, you know, looking like you do, I thought you’d be all over the ladies. A real player. But now I know you better…”
“You know how far from the truth that is,” I finished her statement. “I’ve never been interested in anyone before.”
“Before me.”
I adjusted her on my lap, and Beth didn’t take her eyes off mine.
“No one. Ask your question,” I prompted, knowing exactly what she wanted to hear.
“You’ve never slept with anyone?”
Raising my hand, I traced the outline of Beth’s lips. My heart hammered, but I wanted her to know this so badly. “The first person I ever kissed was a few days ago in Castle McRae. This wildly beautiful woman who drives me crazy and has my heart beating like I’m in a race for my life. She let me kiss her, even though I behaved horribly, and it was imperfectly perfect. So no, I’ve never had sex and, yes, you are the one and only person I’ve ever kissed.”
From the back of the room came a small blaze of light. Beth’s widened eyes flicked up then back down. “That kiss, by the fire. The romantic scene when I told you I felt alone.”
“That’s the one.”
She gaped, swaying backwards an inch. “Why didn’t you tell me? And I was about to drag you to a backroom to jump your bones. God, James! We can make you losing your virginity so special. Like it should be. Just think of what we can do!”

My Review
5 Stars
Love Most, Say Least by Jolie Vines is book Two in the Marry The Scot Series. This is the story of Beth Grace and James Fitzroy. I have read the previous book and felt you could make this a standalone one if you wish to do so.
Beth didn't have the best childhood and now she is 18 she is trying to clear up a past mistake with the law. James is set to inherit his family country estate if he can be married by 21. James is set in his mind that he will have a loveless life because of it but he is taken back by Beth who knocks him off his feet (no really). Beth doesn't mind temporary since that is all she knows to expect or want. But their feelings are to strong to walk away from.
I enjoyed their story and this series.

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