The Ravishing One (35 page)

“Aye,” Thomas said softly, his gaze dwelling with loving fascination on Fia’s upturned face. “She’ll have hair as black as midnight velvet and shinier than a raven’s wing. Her eyes will be as blue as the sea’s deepest soul and her skin as white as the Dover cliffs.” A smile broke upon his handsome, austere face. “And I will find her, like her mother … ravishing.”

Dear Reader
,

Thank you so much for journeying with me to McClairen’s Isle. I hope that I have been able to convey to you just a wee bit o’ the Scottish magic that so charmed me from the rugged northern highlands to the lush, green lowlands. It’s heady stuff, indeed, and has kept my imagination firmly rooted on McClairen’s Isle. I hope someday to return both in body and spirit to Scotland and see how things are going with the disreputable, passionate, but always fascinating, clan McClairen
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But for right now, there’s a resourceful, mischievous, and delightful young woman three hundred miles south of Scotland who’s demanding my attention. She’s gotten herself into one helluva a fix and there’s this gorgeous nobleman who’s eager to disentangle her. For a price
.

Obviously, they need my help …

As always, my very best to you
,

Connie Brockway

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