A kiss under the northern lights...
Can it lead to forever?
A cottage in the Scottish Highlands seems like the perfect retreat for artist Milla O’Brien. Only, running from the memories of her broken engagement, she arrives during a lavish wedding on the estate! Milla finds a kindred spirit in the bride’s brother, brooding heir Cormac Buchanan. Happily-ever-afters seem as painful for the ex-soldier as they are for her. Could they heal each other’s hearts?
After ten years as a television camerawoman, ELLA HAYES started her own photography business so that she could work around the demands of her young family. As an award-winning wedding photographer she’s documented hundreds of love stories in beautiful locations, both at home and abroad. She lives in central Scotland with her husband and two grown-up sons. She loves reading, travelling with her camera, running and great coffee.
Her Brooding Scottish Heir
is Ella Hayes’s debut title
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Her Brooding Scottish Heir
Ella Hayes
ISBN: 978-1-474-09059-9
HER BROODING SCOTTISH HEIR
© 2018 Ella Hayes
Published in Great Britain 2018
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For Sophie
Contents
MILLA O’BRIEN GLANCED at the map open on the passenger seat. She’d circled landmarks with a pink highlighter so she’d be able to track her progress north, and now that she’d passed the last pink circle—a stone bridge over sparkling amber water—she knew that she was only fifteen miles from the Calcarron Estate. In front of her the narrow road snaked through the glen, a grey ribbon rippling through a perfect wilderness.
It was a wilderness she longed for. London held too many memories, too much heartbreak. It was impossible to work there now. She needed a clean slate. These two weeks of perfect isolation at Strathburn Bothy would give her some time to heal; give her a chance to get back on track with her portfolio. Her postgraduate art exhibition was six weeks away and she was seriously behind schedule.
The road ahead straightened and she accelerated, stretching her eyes to the immensity of the landscape. The glinting May sunshine lured subtle hues from the surly mountains while the wind played with tufts of yellow grass on the lower slopes. The beauty and freedom of the scene bolstered her spirits—and then suddenly the steering wheel shifted in her hands as the four-by-four lurched to the right.
The ominous clopping sound coming from the back told her all she needed to know. She stopped and pulled on the handbrake. Perfect. Miles from anywhere