JOLIE
VINES
LOVE
MOST, SAY LEAST (MARRY THE SCOT, #2)
Launch date: May 2nd, 2019
Universal Amazon link: mybook.to/LoveMostSayLeast
Goodreads link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/43365313-love-most-say-least
Cover: Natasha Snow Designs: http://natashasnow.com/
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.
BLURB
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.
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
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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Excerpts
from LOVE MOST, SAY LEAST (MARRY THE SCOT, #2)
Shorts:
1)
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.
2)
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.
3)
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.
Longs:
1
“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.”
“Then—”
“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.
2
Beth stilled and regarded me curiously.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Yes.”
“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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