My Wicked Highlander (MacDonell Brides #1)

Prologue

“So I’m your prisoner?” Isobel snapped. “I wonder what my father will think of this?”

“He’ll take a strap to yer arse when I tell him about yer behavior.”

Her face flushed, and her mouth flattened. Philip was afraid she might explode. He stared back at her, brows raised.

“Perhaps you should save him the trouble,” she said.

A wicked grin pulled at his lips as he imagined it. “All you have to do is ask, lass—I’d be happy to oblige.”