To Marry A Scottish Laird has been sitting on my TBR list for a while. I started it and only got to the end of the first chapter before I set it aside for a couple of weeks because of several must read now books that caught my attention and got me all distracted. To be fair, this happens to me occasionally and it’s not the book’s fault. Then just the other day I was in the mood for a some Scottish historical loving so I picked it back up again.
Quick warning, my review will contain slight spoilers.
Joan, our heroine, is traveling from England to Scotland in order to fulfill a deathbed request from her mother when she is suddenly beset by thieves. Luckily she is rescued by a big, brawny Scotsman. In the middle of the fight he is injured quite badly and Joan has to take matters in her own hands and nurse him back to health. When Cam wakes up several days later he very thankful that the lad he rescued stuck around long enough to make sure he was back on his feet. So he offers to help him reach his destination and fulfill his deathbed promise. It’s not until he sees the boy bathing one evening that he realizes that he is really a she and has disguised herself for protection while on the road. That’s when things turn from sweet to sexy very quickly. Seriously, these two start getting it on within the first 20-25% of this book. I was actually kind of taken aback by how swiftly they became lovers and by how much sex they have in such a short amount of page time.
Dear God, she thought suddenly. Had it only been that morning that she’d lost her innocence? And she’s lost it twice more since then already?
That quote is taken at 26% in and I was right there with Joan wondering what was going on. Mainly because the time spent between when Cam discovers she’s a she and he decides to jump under his plaid with her and fulfill all her virgin fantasies is only a few chapters. And she’s still black and blue from her beating AND she’s not at her hygienic best. That doesn’t seem to matter to Cam though, once he has sex with Joan for the first time he can’t seem to stop himself from doing it over and over and over. No talk before, during or after, just lots of sexy times. And sleep. Cam likes to fall asleep right afterward.This actually made me chuckle a little bit.
Despite the voracious craving she has for her Scotsman, Joan has very real fears of the birthing bed and has no desire to become pregnant with his or anyone else’s child. She has spent her life training as a healer and midwife under her mother and has seen some truly awful things. Cam has the same issues after watching his wife slowly die, unable to bring forth their babe into the world. This plays a major theme with the two of them and how they view their relationship. Cam and Joan ultimately decide to stay lovers and take their time heading to their ultimate destination, the MacKay clan. They get to know each other, indulge in their lust and begin a real friendship.
Then they get to MacKay land and finally hand over the scroll given to Joan by her mother. That’s when things get crazy between them again. I really don’t want to indulge in all the ways things get a little nuts, just be aware that there’s jealousy, a semi- forced marriage, a few deaths and a big mystery to solve. Also, lots of confusion between these lovers about how they feel and what they want from each other. The sex is mostly off page, which was kind of odd considering the first half of the book, but I found this part to be more interesting. These two ended up being a fun couple. Cam is slightly clueless sometimes, but he is sweet and says some rather wonderful things to his lady in the end. Joan is very likable and smart and rather tough in her own way, even if she has to get past her many insecurities to finally see it. There is also a very lovely epilogue that I was thankful was included. It wrapped everything up very nicely.
I found this to be a fluffy, light historical that turned out to be an easy read once I got past the almost too sexy beginning and allowed myself to fall into the story. Final Grade- C+
“Joan,” he said after a moment.
“Aye?” she asked, tipping her head back to peer at him.
His head was tipped back and his eyes closed. “I love ye.”
“I love you,” she responded at once.
He nodded, and then lowered his head, opened his eyes and said, “Nay, I mean I really love ye. Everything about ye. Ye’ve no need to learn anything. I love ye just the way ye are.”