Book Tour: An American in Scotland by Karen Ranney

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An American in Scotland
By: Karen Ranney
Releasing February 23, 2016
MacIain #3


New York Times bestselling author Karen Ranney returns with the third heart-stirring

novel in her latest series, a tale of deceit, desperate measures, and delirious desire

Rose MacIain is a beautiful woman with a secret. Desperate and at her wits’ end, she crafts a

fake identity for herself, one that Duncan MacIain will be unable to resist. But she doesn’t realize

that posing as the widow of the handsome Scotsman’s cousin is more dangerous than she

knew. And when a simmering attraction rises up between them, she begins to regret the whole


Duncan is determined to resist the tempting Rose, no matter how much he admires her

arresting beauty and headstrong spirit. When he agrees to accompany her on her quest, their

desire for each other only burns hotter. The journey tests his resolve as their close quarters fuel

the fire that crackles between them.

When the truth comes to light, these two stubborn people must put away their pride and along

the way discover that their dreams of love are all they need.

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Author Info


USA Today and New York Times bestselling author, Karen Ranney began writing when she

was five. Her first published work was The Maple Leaf, read over the school intercom when she

was in the first grade. In addition to wanting to be a violinist (her parents had a special violin

crafted for her when she was seven), she wanted to be a lawyer, a teacher, and, most of all, a

writer. Though the violin was discarded early, she still admits to a fascination with the law, and

she volunteers as a teacher whenever needed. Writing, however, has remained the

overwhelming love of her life.

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The woman who opened the door was a matronly sort, dressed in a somber blue that

nevertheless was a pleasant color for her complexion. Her smile was an easy one, as if she had

long practice at being pleasant.

“May I help you?” she asked. “If you’re a friend of the missus, she’s dining with her

family now. Like as not it’ll go on for a few hours. Do you need to see her?”

The smell of food wafted out of the house. Rose was so hungry she could define each

separate scent: fish stew, freshly baked rolls, roast beef, and something that smelled like fruit


Her stomach growled, as if she needed reminding she hadn’t eaten a real meal in two


“Mr. MacIain,” she said, pushing aside both her hunger and her fatigue. “Is he here? I

need to see him.”

“You’ve business with Mr. Duncan? Well, he mostly transacts his business at the mill,

miss. Wouldn’t it be better to call on him there?”

She didn’t know where the MacIain Mill was. She’d taken his home address from the

letters he’d written Bruce.

“I’ve come from America,” she began, and had no more said those words than she was

dragged into the house by her sleeve.

“Well, why didn’t you say so from the very first? From America? All that way? And here I

let you stand on the doorstep. Is that your valise? And your carriage? We’ll take care of both

right away.”

The woman, matronly only a moment ago, had turned into a whirlwind.

Rose found herself being led through the house, following the scent of food until she

thought her stomach would cramp. In moments she found herself standing in the doorway of a

small dining room.

Dozens of people, it seemed from her first glance, were seated at the table, all of them

attractive and well dressed. Some of them were smiling as they looked up.

“Duncan? This lady came all the way from America to see you.”

She couldn’t think for the hunger. She couldn’t even speak.

A man stood, and she thought that hunger must surely have made her hallucinate. Tall,

brown-haired, with the most beautiful blue eyes she’d ever seen. He smiled so sweetly at her,

so perfectly handsome and kind, that she wondered if he was real.

He was broad-shouldered, with a face that no doubt captured the attention of women on

the street. They’d stop to marvel at that strong jaw, that mouth that looked as if it could be

curved into a smile or just as easily thinned in derision.

She hadn’t expected him to be so arresting a figure. No doubt that’s why she wavered a

little on her feet.

“Yes?” he said, coming around the table toward her.

“Mr. MacIain? Duncan MacIain?”

He regarded her with a direct stare so forceful she felt as if her will were being drawn out

of her with that glance.

She reached out one gloved hand toward him. Suddenly everything changed. The air

around her grayed. The floor rushed up to greet her instead of him. Yet he somehow caught her

when she fell. As he did so, she had the strangest thought, one that troubled her even as

darkness enveloped her.

This was why she’d come all this way.


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