Stolen By The Scottish Rogue

Honestly, it's just common sense: don't ever, for any reason, fall in love with a pirate.No matter how tempting or toe-curlingly gorgeous he is.And especially not when he steals you from your own wedding...One minute, I'm being married off to a horrible, cruel man to sweeten a family business arrangement. And the next? My wedding yacht is being stolen, with me on it, by the powerful, roguish Highlander, Lord Malcolm McAuley.Former pirate. Ex-soldier. Full-time scoundrel. He also happens to be toe-curlingly gorgeous, sinfully tempting, and utterly irresistible.I should want nothing to do with the crude, filthy-talking alpha who's stolen me from my own damn wedding. But the more I tell myself no, the more I want to tell him yes--to anything he wants...Anything.Losing myself in those piercing blue eyes and wickedly perfect lips is dangerous. Giving in to his filthy words and pulse-quickening touch is a sin. He tells me I'm his, and the most sinful thing of all?...I'm pretty sure he's right.Get tempted by tartan and jump right into filthy little fist-full of trope clichés. Hot, over-the-top, alpha af, and WILDLY historically inaccurate. Try not to get hung up on the historical details. Trust me, I didn't ;). Warning: 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.