Kilted Sin (Brethren of Stone 3)

“I have,” she answered weakly. “I’ve taken my dresses out twice already.” A sweat had broken out on her forehead and she leaned it against his broad shoulder. “Perhaps I’m sick. I don’t feel so well.”

He began stroking her hair. “Have you bled since you’ve been here?”

Her head sprung up which made her dizzy all over again. She hadn’t even thought about her monthlies. Had she? “I don’t think I have.” She looked up at him, her stomach sinking to her knees. “I was due two weeks ago.”

Will’s eyebrows went up and a grin spread his lips. “It looks like we’re not alone after all.” Then he took a step back and placed his hand on her stomach.

Joy bubbled inside her. A baby? They were going to have a baby? “But I thought…”

“It’s because ye’re marrying a Sinclair.” He winked at her then. “Ye’d better get used to being pregnant.”

“Fiona is going to be so excited,” she placed her hand over his. “I still want to adopt more children.”

He chuckled. “So do I.” Then he leaned down and gave her a sweet kiss, soft and tender, making her forget all about her discomfort. “Let’s go make you Gemma Sinclair.”

She grinned. “Good idea.”

Read the rest of the series:

The Duke’s Scottish Lass

Scottish Devil

Wicked Laird

Kilted Sin

Rogue Scot

The Fate of a Highland Rake

Rogue Scot

Matthew Sinclair stood at the helm of the lead ship and watched the wind whip a froth on the ocean’s surface, the grey sky adding an ominous hue to the water. A January storm was coming.

He signaled the sailor up in the eagle’s nest. “Raise the storm flag,” he yelled. In this way the two ships behind him would understand his change in course. They travelled these waters year round and they knew every safe haven on the route back to Scotland. A late cargo delivery was better than no delivery at all.

Setting a course for Heron Island, Matt listened to the ropes crackle and creak as they changed direction and swung the boom to the starboard side. His brother Blair wouldn’t be happy with the delay in the schedule but he also trusted Matt to make the correct call in these situations. Blair had started this company but he now ran the business side while Matt was tasked with keeping the fleet running with the utmost efficiency. It was a job that suited him, though lately, he considered venturing out on his own.

He had a nice sum of money set aside and each of his brothers had made their way in the world on a few coins and a great deal of moral grit. He had every intention of following in their very large footsteps.

Well, except for Reginald of course. His twin brother was no longer in this world, having died while saving their little sister. The memory still gutted him. Reginald had been the best part of this world and now he was gone.

They weren’t identical twins, and their bond had been similar to that of his other brothers. He mentioned this purely because he was sure all of his brothers were as bothered by the loss as him. But Reginald had been the kindest most understanding person in the entire family. Without him… without him, there was a hole that Matt couldn’t seem to fill.

His chest tightened. He didn’t want to fill that void. That was Reginald’s place.

Heron’s Cove came into view as the first drops of rain splattered on the deck. He could smell the scent of the storm in the air. This one would be fierce.

Within two hours, he was proven correct. The cove provided a good deal of shelter but even still, their anchored ships rocked violently on the waves.

Matt watched the weather for a bit and then descended below deck to get a few hours sleep. They were safe enough and the rest would make him a

ll the more prepared for the next day.

But he’d no more laid down in his hammock when he heard the calls of the sailors above. “Ship in distress,” one bellowed.

“They’ve hit the rocks,” another cried.