Aside from Sawyer, I only recognized a couple of other people on the plane. None of my usual unit. Something felt very wrong. Like the objective wasn’t what it seemed and it was a mistake why my name in particular had been pulled out of the hat. I wrinkled my nose. Ski patrol—skirting the perimeter of the snowboarding centre’s piste range—was vital, particularly this close to dusk. Tourists got caught up in the fun and sometimes needed to be rounded up. But unless I was mistaken, this woman was seasonal and therefore probably unqualified. “On your own?” The over-muscled sniper sharing my space knew me well enough to tell something wasn’t right. If Lomax could read my mind, he’d have me hauled in faster than I could blink desert dust from my eye. My hardened, bitter heart beat out of time at the random thought that I might see Nate. Why? I had no reason to expect his Special Forces unit to be there. Even so, it staggered me, just as it did every time I was deployed. The chance to see his face again…

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It had nothing to do with work and everything to do with my best friend coming to visit. We hadn’t seen each other in forever, and I missed him like crazy.You know what you do to me when you flaunt this tight little ass around the base?” Hot Blond’s thumbs pressed into my waist, his fingers sliding south. “You thinking about me when you run by every morning? Do your shorts rub you right where you want my tongue?” The words penetrated, clearing the last vestiges of my drunken night, and my mind woke into clear, sharp focus. This was a military target. The mission just got way more interesting. “Who?” The snowboarding party moved on, and I passed the cups to Leo before reaching for my bag and board.

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I’m sure ye can.” I chewed my lip, not wanting to offend her by implying she wasn’t capable of chasing down strays, but I had genuine worries. The combination of low light plus the change in the weather would challenge anyone. The last run of the day was always double-handed. By qualified staff. The mantra repeated over and over in time with the drone of the C-130 Hercules engines, and I fidgeted in my seat. None of this made sense. Not the ultra-short briefing I’d been given as I was hustled through the building and out to the airstrip, nor the role I had to play. I’d never had an assignment like this before. So…imprecise, with so few details. My function was intelligence, and I was used to being in the rearguard, providing the information. Clear about what was needed of me. He thumbed at himself. “Solo artist. But I have session musicians. None I’d call friends. I’m not exactly alone, though.” At eighteen, there's no way this lass is right for me. She's my best friend's sister and five years younger than me. But she's gorgeous. Confident. A musician who plays a violin like it's a part of her. And what's more? He's here to rescue me from my uncle's clutches. My poor sheltered heart stands no chance.

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By the time my shift ended, I was climbing the walls with boredom. I took my laptop to a table and watched the skies darken as a storm rolled in. Beyond that, I’d been working abroad for the last year of my engineering degree and I hadn’t seen Brodie. Until tomorrow. He’d be here in the afternoon, and I was itching to see my closest friend. We’d never discussed that night, and it was time we did.

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I never cared about who I’d marry, only that I had to walk the aisle before I was twenty-one or lose my inheritance. Then a tiny, wild-haired beauty pulled a stunt that sent my heart into overdrive, and my pulse hasn’t slowed since. I rolled up his t-shirt sleeve, trying to concentrate while Gordain continued his distraction technique. On cue, one of the girls stood. The musician raised his eyebrows at me, and I waited, amusement curling in my belly. All I was sure about was that I had to walk into a market in a remote dusty village, undercover, and on reconnaissance. For what, I’d be told on the fly. I wasn’t clear what country we were heading for, and I couldn’t find out what the target soldier’s mission had been or why the army cared so much. She was familiar. Maybe from her Scottish tones, though we were in Glasgow, so that was hardly unusual.Why would the top brass go to such efforts to pull in an AWOL soldier? The most he’d get would be a slap on the wrist for his adventure. It must be someone important.

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The third standalone instalment in the Marry the Scot contemporary romance series takes you away to big love in the splendour of the Scottish Highlands. You'll adore this modern-day hot Scot and his delicate and determined musician. My hot chocolate landed, and I breathed in the sweet steam then smiled my thanks at the woman. “This smells amazing. Is that marshmallows in the whipped cream?” Brodie instantly straightened. “Sorry, I didnae see Blayne had someone with him. I’m Brodie, this boy’s better half.” Leopold?” A woman joined us from the other side of the lobby. “I was looking for you. Have you eaten?”

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I shrugged, glancing away before it got awkward. “Sorry. No clue. And I still don’t think those girls are looking at you, no matter how big a star you are. I’m probably more famous.” I had nowhere to go, I was that pathetic. It shouldn’t have been like this. We’d had plans. We were never going to enlist like our parents had. The world had been ours to discover together. Autumn has taken her baby nephew and is fleeing for their lives. Almost reaching the safety of a small wintery Washington State town, she narrowly avoids a collision as her car spins out on ice. The other driver is a huge mountain man who speaks only in glares. The instant attraction is like nothing she has experienced, but she isn't hanging around, no matter the enticement to stay. My father, a huge Highlander, strolled over and folded his arms. He cast an interested eye over my new friend. Leo was about the same height but had none of dad’s bulk. My father operated the mountain rescue local to our castle home and was used to bossing people around. He was also the overprotective sort and liable to ask questions.