His Grace, Martin MacGallowy, has well-earned the reputation as the most celebrated rake on the entire isle of Britain. But upon his father’s sudden death, he heads for Scotland where he finds his inheritance in a shambles, his sisters without prospects, and his brothers relying on his patronship—and he’s not about to conquer his problems alone.

Penniless, Lady Julia St. Vincent has no choice but to dress as a man and accept a position as steward to the Duke of Dunscaby. But when she meets His Grace, she’s not expecting him to be dashing, charming, or utterly enchanting. And the more time she spends with the duke, the more difficult it is to ignore the flickers of passion smoldering in her heart.

Martin instantly develops a fondness for the wee man. While they work together to rebuild the Dunscaby dynasty, they travel to London where Martin takes it upon himself to introduce his sheltered steward to the world of manly pursuits. Julia falls from one mortifyingly compromising situation to another as she pines for a duke she can never have…until an old friend invites her to a masque. And there, it takes but one kiss for Martin to stop at nothing in his pursuit of the mysterious woman who has captured his very soul.

Lady Charity MacGalloway likes little dogs, long country walks, and summer cloudbursts, but she wants absolutely nothing to do with the Season or balls or the pompous heirs trolling the marriage mart.

Harry Mansfield is not only the town of Brixham’s butcher, he’s also a boxer, and he’s about as far removed from polite society as any man can be. But when Lady Charity steps into his shop, she manages to take everything he thinks he knows about women of quality and turns it upside down.

Her Ladyship not only employs him to repair her stable’s roof, she cunningly negotiates an agreement where Harry’s sister receives reading lessons in exchange for very surreptitious boxing lessons. All goes well until Charity is spotted attending one of The Butcher’s fights. Immediately, her family shuffles her to London to mitigate any hint of scandal.

As a new Season begins, Charity does not ally herself with the hopeful young ladies looking for a match. Neither does she want flowers, sonnets written in her honor, nor carriage rides through the park. She desperately desires Harry Mansfield, regardless of if he labors as a butcher or a boxer, and she will stop at nothing to make him hers.

When Wynn Edgeworth, Duke of Hardwick attends Baron le Despencer’s house party, he does so for the benefit of his friend, Jesse Chambers who has been betrothed to the baron’s daughter since childhood. However, ever since Miss Lydia Dashwood came of age, Jesse has been unable to muster the nerve to set the date and he requests the duke’s assistance to help him negotiate the awkwardness of courtship.

As Wynn arrives at the baron’s estate, he is captivated by a lovely soprano, who turns out to be Miss Dashwood herself. Of course, once the duke learns of Lydia’s identity, he ensures Jesse is given every opportunity to propose. All the while, Wynn tries to convince himself that his initial fascination with Lydia was merely an infatuation, and that he does not desire Jesse’s intended for himself. However, the longer His Grace remains at Heathcote Castle, the more he realizes he cannot live without the captivating Miss Dashwood.

When Angus Og MacDonald, Lord of Islay agrees to harbor Robert the Bruce from the clutches of King Edward, he becomes an outlaw of the English crown. They sail to Ireland, seeking support from kin but are forced to flee for their lives. As Angus escapes, it is not a man he finds hidden in his birlinn. A wee wisp of a lass attacks like a screaming banshee with a battle axe in her hands. Then the wrath of God erupts in a violent storm, smashing the boat to smithereens. Now, Angus fights for survival, hell bent on saving them both.

Anya O’Cahan awakes half drowned in a tiny chapel on a deserted isle with none other than Fairhair, the man with the devil’s heart, the vile brother of the beast who killed her Da. Terrified out of her wits, she does everything in her power to escape the Highlander’s clutches. But Anya’s attempts are thwarted by the cunning, far too beautiful lord. Worse, Angus takes her before the King of Scots who seizes her as a political prisoner and thrusts her into the care of none other than Fairhair himself. Will this union of two hated rivals plagued by unwanted and uncanny attraction erupt in passion or war?

When Sir Arthur Campbell leads an attack claiming Dunstaffnage Castle for Robert the Bruce, he is rewarded with both the keep and surrounding lands. As he assumes the lairdship, he finds a saboteur within his ranks. He sets a trap to ensnare the culprit, only to discover the rebel is none other than Rhona MacDougall—the only woman he has ever loved.

After her clan is devastated by war, Rhona refuses to bend to Arthur’s whims. Aye, he once stole her heart, but that was before he fought against her kin. When in his presence, she plays the demure lady, though behind the scenes, she’s doing everything in her power to subvert his authority. And she thinks she has him fooled…until the hardened warrior beats the lass at her own game.

Prepared to meet his condemnation, Rhona bravely stands before this man whom she has deemed a beast. But Arthur confronts her with a proposition she never dreamed possible—if she proves that she can change. If not, the desire long ago burned onto their souls just might hold them both captive for eternity.

When Alice Lamont discovers Quinn Campbell, grandson of her clan’s most hated enemy, sleeping on the very ground where her father’s blood was spilled, she readies herself for battle. But her cryptic grandmother has other ideas. She gives Alice a rosebud to place beside Quinn as he sleeps. But this is no ordinary rose. Legend foretells of love that rises upon the blooming of this bud. And as Quinn awakes dreaming of a ravishing beauty, he pricks in finger on a thorn and realizes his dream was real. Driven by insatiable desire, Quinn will face heaven and hell to find her. But when he does, will Alice possess the courage to love?

THE DANGER TO HIS LIFE...

After a vicious attack on his ship, Sir Kennan Cameron washes ashore on a deserted Scottish island, nearly dead. But he soon finds he's not as alone as he thought. Kennan knows he cannot stay, but neither can he leave the brave and bonny lass who has nursed him back to health—even if she is from a rival clan.

Abandoned by her family, Divana Campbell is both terrified and relieved when a rugged Highlander drags himself from the surf. Trusting Kennan is her only chance for survival—and by the time they arrive at his castle, she can barely imagine life without him. But as the heir to a powerful chieftain, Kennan could never marry the likes of her.

Shivering, Emma scooted closer to Ciar. “Do you think ghosts live here?”

“Nay.” He snorted. “If they did they’ve been supplanted by the pigeons.”

She laughed at his humor as she felt his nearness, felt the warmth radiating off him. Would it be too audacious if she mentioned their kiss? Could she ask him if he enjoyed it?

What if he did not?

What if he didn’t even remember kissing her?

Goodness, she could be ruined merely by her thoughts.

But aren’t I already ruined?

After all, she’d ridden to Fort William with a lad she barely knew. She’d broken into a government fort and freed an important prisoner. And now she was in hiding with that very man. A braw, handsome, loving Highlander.

Dunollie.

She’d been ever so fond of Ciar all her life. “Since I am ruined,” she blurted. “I’m happy it is with you.”

“I beg your pardon?” he asked as if she’d uttered a blasphemy.

“You cannot think for one minute Robert will be able to arrange my marriage after all I’ve done in the past two days.”

“If any man utters a word about ruination, he will face me.”

“No one need speak it. ’Tis a fact.” Emma almost smiled. What did it matter if she was ruined? She’d already known her destiny was to live out her days at Glenmoriston. In fact, this adventure was the most exciting time of her life. It might be the only exciting thing that would ever happen to her.

She tilted her face toward the sound of his voice. “I want…” Her stomach squeezed. What if he refuses?

“What do you want, lass?” he asked, his voice low, soothing, making her feel as if she could say anything to him.

Just out with it!

Her tongue tapped her upper lip as her skin tingled, especially her breasts. They felt as if they craved some forbidden desire smoldering deep inside. “Will you kiss me again?”

"With passion, precision, and consummate skill, Jarecki has penned an adventurous romance that is greatly enhanced by an exquisite depiction of life in the early 18th-century Scottish Highlands. Beautifully done."―Library Journal on The Highland Renegade

"Jarecki further enhances her reputation for crafting stellar Scottish romances by giving readers a knockout love story, with an action-packed plot richly imbued with colorful period details and a perfectly matched hero and heroine whose sensual exploits are hot enough to warm the coldest of Scottish nights."―Booklist on The Highland Renegade

"Flirtatious, sensuous romance and adventure fill the pages of this mesmerizing historical, and the undercurrent of Jacobite rebellion raises the tension."―Publishers Weekly on The Highland Renegade --This text refers to an alternate kindle_edition edition.