Jude Deveraux

captures the thrill of the American beauty’s Highlands wedding, where a royal name is at stake — and where love wins the day.

The Duchess

Claire Willoughby risked shedding large numbers in her inheritance if, as decreed by her grandfather, she did not wed an ‘acceptable’ man. Harry Montgomery, the eleventh Duke of MacArran, seemed perfect. He owned a historical castle, he looked manly in a kilt, and he was as much a entitled Scotsman as Bonnie Prince Charlie himself.

Their engagement announced, Claire’s future as a duchess was assured — and she set off with her family members to meet up the Montgomery clan in Scotland. Bramley Castle was a wet, chill place, overþowing with eccentric relatives. But there was also Trevelyan, a secretive, brooding guy who resided in Bramley’s ancient halls. Whoever he was, he wasn’t whatsoever like Harry: Trevelyan was the most exasperating, arrogant, know-it-all of a guy Claire experienced ever met. As well as the most fascinating…