title: An English Bride in Scotland: Highland Brides (The Highland Brides)
author:  Lynsay Sands 
description: Maintaining the tenor of the era while building a love story with sensuality and humor is one of Sands talents, and one she displays with relish... (Romantic Times BOOKclub, 4 stars, for AN ENGLISH BRIDE IN SCOTLAND)<br /><br />Her trademark humor and genuine characters...kept her series fresh and her readers hooked. (Publishers Weekly)<br /><br />Lush, lively and romantic - Lynsay Sands hits all the right notes. (Suzanne Enoch, NYT bestselling author)<br /><br />New and returning readers alike will enjoy this warmhearted and often hot-blooded adventure. (Publishers Weekly)<br /><br />Sands companion to The Countess abounds with her hallmark humor and sensuality...fresh and delightful. (Romantic Times)<br /><br />Sands spins a funny, laughable tale; youll cheer as the drunk and the shrew discover they are a perfect match. (Eloisa James)<br /><br />Sands is at her best in the third Devil of the Highland novel. Her delightful story featuring highly emotional characters, is filled with honor and passion and laced with Sands hallmark wit and sensuality. This ones a keeper! (Romantic Times on The Hellion and the Highlander)
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  THE HIGHLANDER’S ENGLISH BRIDE
  
  “You are truly an awful man,” Sabrina said to Graeme.
  
  For the last few minutes, his instincts had been telling him to get her back
  to the house as soon as possible. Now, they were all but blowing trumpets in
  his ear.
  
  “You love me anyway,” he replied as he scanned their surroundings.
  
  “In your dreams,” she muttered.
  
  That was exactly his dream, that Sabrina would love him. But he’d have to keep
  her alive first.
  
  “Mr. Brown is incredibly well-mannered and kind, which is more than I can say
  for you.” Sabrina gave a haughty little sniff. “In fact, I like him very
  much.”
  
  “Oh, do ye, now? And what, exactly, does that involve? More secret visits to
  the parsonage? More pints of ale in the local pub?”
  
  “I will visit whomever I please.” She jabbed Graeme in the chest again. By
  now, his cravat was likely demolished. “And you have nothing to say about it.”
  
  He leaned in so close that her peacock-blue eyes practically crossed. “Oh,
  I’ll have s