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Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)

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When I escaped to a Scottish island, I never expected I’d agree to a marriage of convenience with rugged local businessman and single dad, Murray Shaw.

That was before my dangerous ex started threatening me and my visa. The thought of being kicked out of Scotland, leaving behind my friends and the safety I’ve found here, is unthinkable. I’m determined to solve the problem myself. Everyone knows Murray is battling his ex-wife for control of his company and the only way to stop her is to remarry. So I propose a marriage deal that’ll solve both our issues. The fact that I’ve been attracted to the handsome, gentle giant of a Scot since we met is something I’ll just have to ignore if I want to remain in Scotland.

But marriage to Murray is proving to be complicated. Living under the same roof is a far bigger temptation than I anticipated. Beneath Murray’s reserve is a passionate nature that stokes the fires of my own. Soon we’re fighting a searing attraction and an intense emotional connection that’s as thrilling as it is terrifying. After my last disastrous relationship, I don’t trust myself enough to admit there’s far more than physical desire between us.

Yet when Murray finds himself caught in the grasp of a criminal organization intent on using his business for their own means, just as my ex decides to intensify his harassment, I realize there’s no denying that what I feel for my husband is a life-changing kind of love.

However, just as I begin to trust myself enough to give our marriage a real chance, danger rushes to our shore on rough tides, submerging us in a battle that might tear us apart forever

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Prologue

London

Eighteen months ago

Manhattan, New York

As I moved around the penthouse, I felt adrift from my own body. While I completed the task of showering and getting ready to meet my boyfriend Nick’s mother for lunch, I felt like I was somewhere outside of it. Like there was a disconnect between me and my physical being. However, it took such minor things to snap me back into myself, and I’d have to face the panic-inducing reality of my life.

This morning, it was the act of putting on the pearls Nick’s mom bought me last Christmas. I’d politely accepted them but later told Nick that I felt guilty because I wasn’t the pearl-wearing type and they’d sit in a drawer forever. He’d merely pressed a quick kiss to my lips and told me I had to wear them whenever I saw his mom. I’d thought he was kidding. Until the next time we were meeting his parents for dinner, and I’d walked out of the bedroom without the necklace on. When he’d asked me to put it on and I’d uncomfortably explained my aversion to the pearls, Nick coldly informed me that sometimes you had to do something you didn’t want to do if it meant being considerate of other’s feelings. He’d softened the blow of his words by stroking my cheek. “You were raised by parents who neglected to instill good manners in you. It’s not your fault. But you’ve got me now to educate you. Put on the pearls, baby. You don’t want to hurt my mother’s feelings, do you?”

Stunned, I’d shaken my head.

“Then be my good girl.” He’d kissed me deeper, igniting that fissure of sexual attraction that burned hotly between us and obliterating my desire to call him a patronizing asshole.

I’d put on the necklace, even though it made me feel like I was pretending to be something I wasn’t. Perhaps it wasn’t such a big deal and I was looking for more meaning in it than there was.

Now as I clipped together the ornate white gold clasp at the nape of my neck, my fingertips rolling across the pearly balls, I snapped back into my body with a harsh intake of breath.

I’d never experienced the level of self-loathing I felt now.

I hated myself.

I hated my life.

My entire outfit belonged to someone who wasn’t me. Wide-legged tailored pants, a pale blue silk blouse. Pointy high-heeled shoes that crippled my toes with every step. The diamond studs in my ears, a gift from Nick for my birthday.

A tightness constricted my throat, and I pressed a hand to my chest, taking in a deep breath. Slowly in and out, even as my mind raced, thinking of the next few hours to come. Sitting across from Nick’s mother, Olivia Huston. New York socialite. A lady who lunched.

Admired and envied by many.

Not by me.

I pitied her.

I pitied myself because all I’d see while sitting across the table from her was a woman who represented my future self. She was a woman controlled by her powerful and cruel husband, who criticized her and their son as if it were an Olympic sport.

Distraction. I needed a distraction.

My stupid heels clicked across the hardwood floor of the airy living area as I searched for my phone. I’d left it charging in the minimalistic kitchen on an invisible charger built into the countertops. Leaning against the island, I swiped across my phone screen, intending to scroll through social media. Maybe to torture myself by looking through Silver’s or Cynthia’s socials.

Instead, I paused at the banner notification for a Google Alert I had set for Nee. My best friend, Tierney “Nee” Silver, was once a reluctant darling of New York society, heiress to the Silver Group’s hotel empire. After her parents were killed in a helicopter accident, I watched the person I cared most about in this world become a shadow of her former self.

Therefore, I sacrificed my own happiness by suggesting she travel to Scotland. Her late grandmother was Scottish, and Nee had spent many summers there and loved it. I thought it might bring her back into the world. Instead, she broke up with her boyfriend, Nick’s best friend, and bought a guest house on a remote Scottish island. She was there now renovating it with no plans to return anytime soon.

As happy as I was to see her getting back to who she was, part of me was hurt that she decided to move away from me permanently. Nee and I were the only family the other had. Or at least that’s what I’d thought. It didn’t use to bother me so much when I was still working at the restaurant, keeping busy, socializing with Cynthia and my other colleagues. But since Nick emotionally blackmailed me into quitting, I’d had nothing but time to stew on these things. And he liked to remind me constantly that Nee had left me, and he hadn’t. That he was the only one who truly loved me.

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Advertisement Drifting Dawn (Scottish Isles #2) Read Online Samantha Young http://www.books2020.com/drifting-dawn-scottish-isles-2-read-online-samantha-young Wed, 13 May 2026 18:54:50 +0000 https://www.books2020.com/drifting-dawn-scottish-isles-2-read-online-samantha-young Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Suspense Authors: Samantha Young Series: Scottish Isles Series by Samantha Young
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Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 105748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)

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After eighteen years, I’ve come home to the Scottish island of my childhood. It’s the place I vowed I wouldn’t return to so I never again had to see the man who broke my heart into a million pieces.

Yet family has inevitably brought me back, and avoiding my ex, Quinn McQuarrie, is proving impossible when he insists on digging up the past every time we meet.

Quinn is now a single dad, the local contractor, and the person the entire town is rooting for to get his happily ever after. The problem is, he wants me to be his HEA, and I just want to move on. When Quinn sees my plans to save the town’s volunteer lifeboat service as an opportunity to work together, I’m stuck with him. And, unfortunately, I soon realize there’s no denying that the chemistry we share has only grown more intense with the passing of time.

I know Quinn wants more than just a physical relationship, but it’s all I can promise with so much hurt and distrust between us.

However, when strange disturbances escalate to harassment, our lives are turned upside down, and Quinn proves he will do anything in his power to protect me. Even if it means losing each other before we ever get our second chance

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Prologue

Quinn

The Hebridean Islands, Scotland

October, This Year

The colorful row of buildings on Main Street grew more visible as the small ferry cut through the water toward Leth Sholas. Relief, as well as urgency, thrummed through me as I took in the coastal front of my hometown on the Isle of Glenvulin. The red-painted hotel and pub, the Fisherman’s Lantern, the blue-and-yellow home of the Leth Sholas Bakery & Tearoom. The harbor bustled with fishing crews.

But it was the pink-and-white building next to the bakery where my gaze fixed.

Macbeth’s Pages & Perks. Our local coffeehouse and bookstore. Now owned by Taran Macbeth.

The love of my fucking life.

The thought elicited a spearing pain under my sternum that I still wasn’t used to, my hands tightening around the railing as our boat bobbed across the water, drawing us nearer to home.

I was grateful the weather was calm enough to allow travel back to Leth Sholas—colloquially nicknamed Half-Light Harbor—leth sholas translated to half-light in English. Ramsay and I had driven from our current location on the Isle of Thistles, where we were assessing whether we wanted to take on the job of fixing mistakes made by another construction crew at the site of an upcoming whisky distillery and an adjoining hotel. The island’s real name was Isle of Scaris, but many decades ago a previous owner had planted an entire field of thistles in a boggy marshland beneath the bridge that connected it to the mainland. Wild thistles were the first thing you saw as you approached the island, so the nickname had stuck.

I co-owned the construction company alongside my business partner Ramsay McRae, and this job, if we took it, would mean living on Scaris four days a week. It was tough being away from home that much, for all of us. The compensation, however, meant I couldn’t say no without great thought. My crew would be glad for the work. I tended to take on jobs that were seasonal but paid well enough to cover my men financially for the entire year. Staying on Scaris would allow us to work faster, and I was confident we could finish in six weeks, but it would be risky considering winter weather was heading our way, which could complicate back-and-forth travel.

That’s where my mind should be. Weighing the pros and cons. Logistics, plans.

Yet all I could think of was Taran.

There were days I missed my kids so badly, it burned like indigestion. When their mum, my ex-wife Kiera, moved them to the mainland, to Oban, it destroyed me. I saw them every other weekend and we alternated holidays. Now my oldest, Heather, had left for university.

It was a gaping wound not having them here.

To then be away from Leth Sholas, from her …

Like the six-foot-four ninja he was, Ramsay McRae suddenly appeared at my side as the boat pulled into Leth Sholas’s harbor.

“I’ll say it again.” My friend’s voice was just loud enough to be heard over the water and the boat engine. “You have to live your life as normal. Last year you would have taken this job.”

I scowled. “Aye? Eoghan is still out there on bail. It might have been quiet for a while, but I still don’t trust him. How did you feel last year when Halston Cole sent that prick after Tierney? How would you have felt if you were forced to be away from her for four nights a week when all that shit was going down?” I referred to Ramsay’s girlfriend, the American owner of Leth Sholas Guest House, an old Victorian building that sat atop the hill above Main Street that we renovated last year.

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Advertisement Half-Light Harbor (Scottish Isles #1) Read Online Samantha Young http://www.books2020.com/half-light-harbor-scottish-isles-1-read-online-samantha-young Wed, 29 Oct 2025 22:17:11 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/half-light-harbor-scottish-isles-1-read-online-samantha-young Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Suspense Authors: Samantha Young Series: Scottish Isles Series by Samantha Young
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Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 109368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 547(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)

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I went to Scotland looking for answers about my past. The last thing I expected was getting trapped on a private island with my stoic, brooding, gorgeous contractor.

Ramsay McRae is a man with secrets. He prefers the company of his dog to people and silence to any semblance of politeness. He says I’m too young, too sweet, too innocent.

Only he doesn’t know the truth. That I’m haunted by a crime that tore my life apart two years ago. I’ve come to Half-Light Harbor not just to start over, but to bring the monster who killed my parents to justice.

The last thing I need is a tortured Scot distracting me from my mission. But when his restraint snaps and my walls crumble, the results are explosive.

We say it’s only a no-strings-attached affair. A temporary moment to burn out this fire between us.

However, when my search for the truth brings danger to my door, it’s Ramsay stepping in to protect me. But it might be the secrets from his past that tear us apart forever

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But to see her was to love her;

Love but her, and love for ever.

—Robert Burns, Ae Fond Kiss

Prologue

Tierney

The restaurant was crowded. People were squeezed together like strands of multicolored dry spaghetti shoved into a jar as they waited for a table to become free.

A guy at the next table was on his phone loudly berating a colleague for a screw-up at work while his lunch date studied her menu, mortified. On my other side, two women spoke over each other as they discussed their latest failures in the dating scene.

“I mean, if your penis is pierced, you’re basically advertising that you’re good at sex!” the brunette yelled over the noise of the other diners to her friend. “Well, I have a severe case of buyer’s remorse. I was scammed!”

Once upon a time I might have laughed at that with London, but I felt crowded by all the people. And outside the restaurant windows, Manhattan was abuzz with foot and road traffic. There was noise and lights and smells and feelings everywhere.

So many feelings I could barely feel my own.

My chest grew uncomfortably tight, and I breathed a little sharper, a little faster to alleviate it.

“You’re not happy,” my best friend, London Wetherspoon, said.

I tried to focus on her pretty face and drown out the surrounding chaos. “Am I supposed to be?” I asked.

She flinched. “That’s not what I mean. No one is saying you need to be over your grief. I only mean … you’re not happy here.”

She was right.

The itch to leave New York had started long before the death of my parents. But family was what mattered most to me. My parents were here. London was here. And, I reminded myself because I constantly needed to remind myself, Hugh was here. Hugh, my boyfriend of eighteen months.

He’d seen me through losing my parents. A lot of new partners might have bailed at having to support someone through something so big so soon.

I wasn’t very present with him these days.

But he didn’t seem to mind.

Maybe I should mind that he didn’t seem to mind.

“You’re the only family I have left,” I told London truthfully.

She reached across the table to cover my hand with hers. “And I will always be your family. Even if you need to be somewhere else to be happy.”

“Somewhere else?”

“Scotland.” She gave me a melancholy smile. “I know you’ve missed it since your grandmother died. You should go. Even if it’s just to visit for a while. Get out of the city. Figure out what you want.”

The thought of Scotland scored a new ache across my chest, and it was the first positive spark I’d had in a while. I’d been numb for months, going through the motions, not doing anything. Sure, I could afford not to do anything, but that didn’t mean I should mindlessly laze about.

For four years, I’d worked as the general manager of a five-star hotel on the Upper West Side. It was a boutique hotel, not part of the Silver Group. However, my parents’ reputation and standing in the hospitality industry snagged me the job. At the time, I was the youngest general manager in New York. But I’d kept the job because I was damn good at it.

Until the two people who mattered most to me died in a helicopter crash.

I returned to work two months after my parents’ funeral, and I made a lot of mistakes. Losing my shit at an entitled guest was the final straw for my boss and he “let me go.”

Now I was aimless.

Lost.

Yet the thought of Scotland cut through the noise.

“What about you? What about Hugh?”

London rolled her eyes. “Who gives a fuck about Hugh? As for me, I’m here, babe, whether I’m sitting across a table from you or an entire salty ocean.”

Gratitude was the second positive emotion to pierce my numbness that day. “Scotland.” I nodded. “I’ll think about it.”

My best friend smiled. “That’s all I ask.”

After lunch with London, I was supposed to go to a job interview with the Silver Group. The CFO, Ashlyn Waters, had reached out to invite me to interview for general manager at their hotel in Midtown. It was a favor to my parents, I knew that.

Despite the kindness behind the offer, I couldn’t make myself go.

Now that London had planted the idea of Scotland, the thought of burying myself in another job here in Manhattan made me more numb than usual, which was saying something. Instead, I returned to the apartment that belonged to Hugh. The truth was Hugh was different from any guy I’d dated. Confident, more forthright. Arrogant. He was a nepo baby too. Son and heir of one of the biggest automotive brands in the world. Now Hugh was CFO of the electric vehicles division, and once his father stepped down, he hoped to become CEO.

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