Marion Lennox - The Heir’s Chosen Bride

A book in the Castle at Dolphin Bay series, 2006

Dear Reader,

I love ancient castles, handsome lords in kilts of ancient tartan and bagpipes on the battlements. My Scottish friends, however, tell me a feisty heroine is more likely to be hidden by fog or eaten by midges than she is to find the man of her dreams on yon Scottish parapet.

My Australian climate does have some advantages. Fine, I thought. Im a fiction writer. Ill transfer my Scottish castle to my favorite place in the world-Australias New South Wales coast. With a wave of my magic wand, Ive therefore brought the romance of medieval Scotland to the turquoise waters of todays Dolphin Bay. Add a family feud, a fortune to be won, a double set of twins and a couple of very sexy heroes Its far too much for one book so Ive spread the fun over two.

My CASTLE AT DOLPHIN BAY duo, starting with The Doctors Proposal, has every element that good romance requires-including Queen Victoria in the bathroom and a murderer out on the bay. So far its two books, but if you enjoy them please let me know-via www.marionlennox.com. I may be forced to write another. And another:-)

Happy reading,

Marion Lennox

Information required on whereabouts of Dougal Douglas (or direct descendant), brother to Lord Angus Douglas, Earl of Loganaich. Contact solicitors Baird and OShannasy, Dolphin Bay, Australia, for information to your advantage.

MR DOUGLAS, youre an earl.

Hamish groaned. He was hours behind schedule. The Harrington Trust Committee was arriving in thirty minutes and his perky secretary-in-training was driving him nuts.

Just sort the mail.

But this letter says youre an earl. You gotta read it.

Like I read e-mails from Nigeria offering to share millions. All I need to do is send my bank account details. Jodie, you know better.

Of course I do, she told him indignantly. Honestly, he was being a twit.

But she forgave him. Who wouldnt? Hamish Douglas was the cutest boss shed ever worked for. Jodie had been delighted when Marjorie had retired and shed been given the chance to take her place. At thirty-three, Hamish was tall, dark and drop-dead gorgeous. He had ruffled black curls, which fought back when he tried to control them. He had deep brown twinkly eyes and the most fantastic smile

When he smiled. Which wasnt often. Hamish might be one of the most brilliant young futures brokers in Manhattan, but he didnt seem to enjoy life.

Maybe hed smile when he realised he really was an earl.

This ones different, she told him. Honest, Mr Douglas, you need to look. If youre who these people think you are then youve inherited a significant estate. A significant estate in lawyer speakI bet that means a fortune.

Ive inherited nothing. Its a scam.

Whats a scam? Is Jodie bothering you with nuisance mail?

Uh-oh. Jodie had been rising, but as soon as the door opened she sat straight back down. Marcia Vinel was Hamishs fiance. Trouble. Jodie had overheard Marcia on at least two occasions advising Hamish to get rid of her.

Shes a temp from the typing pool. Surely you can do better.

But I like her, Hamish had replied, much to Jodies delight. Shes smart, intuitive and organised-and she makes me laugh.

Your secretarys not here to make you laugh, Marcia had retorted.

No, Jodie thought, shoving the offending letter into the tray marked PENDING. Lifes too serious to laugh. Lifes about making money.

Whats the letter? Marcia said, with a sideways glance at Jodie to say she didnt appreciate Jodie knowing anything about Hamish that she herself didnt. Is it a scam?

Jodie knew when to turn into a good secretary. She tugged on her headset, paid attention to her keyboard and didnt answer. Whats the letter? Marcia said again, this time directly to Hamish.

Its some sort of con, Hamish said wearily. And Jodies not bothering me any more than anyone else is. Hell, Marcia, I have work to do.

I came to tell you the Harrington delegations been delayed, Marcia told him. Their flights two hours late from London. Relax.

He did, but not much. That meant rescheduling and

Ill rearrange your appointments. Jodie emerged from her headset and he cast her a look of gratitude. Only I do think you should read the letter. She mightnt like Marcia, she decided, but at least Marcia would make Hamish look at it.

He went back to frowning. Jodie, get real. Letters saying Im an earl and Ive inherited a fortune are the stuff of a kids fantasy.

But it doesnt say send bank account details. It says contact a solicitor. That sounds fusty rather than scammy. Real.

Let me see, Marcia decreed, and put out an imperious hand. Marcia was a corporate lawyer working for the same company as Hamish. She was the brains, he was the money, some people said-but Hamish had earned his money with his wits, and there was a fair bit of cross-over.

The two were a team. Jodie handed it over.

There was silence while Marcia read. The letter was on the official notepaper of an Australian legal firm. It looked real, Jodie thought defiantly. She wasnt wasting her bosss time.

And Marcia didnt think so either. She finished reading and set the letter down with an odd look on her face.

Hamish, do you have an uncle called Angus Douglas? In Australia?

No. He frowned. OrI dont think so.

Surely you know your uncles, Jodie said, and got a frown from Marcia for her pains. She subsided but she didnt replace her headset.

My father migrated from Scotland when he was little more than a kid, Hamish told Marcia. There was some sort of family row-I dont know what. He never told my mother anything about his family and he died when I was three.

You never enquired? Marcia demanded, astounded, as if such disinterest was inexcusable.

About what?

About his background. Whether he was wealthy?

He certainly wasnt wealthy. He migrated just after the war when every man and his dog was on the move from Europe. He married my mother and they had nothing. He hesitated. All I know

All you know is what? said Marcia, still staring at the letter.

While I was at college my roommate was doing a history major. I went through some shipping lists he was using, just to see if I could find him. I did. Apparently my father left Glasgow in 1947 on the Maybelline. There was no other Douglas on the passenger list so I assumed he was alone.

Maybe he had a brother who migrated as well, Marcia said thoughtfully. Maybe his brother went to Australia instead. Honey, this letter says someone called Angus Douglas, Earl of Loganaich, died six weeks ago in Australia and theyre looking for relations of Dougal Douglas. Your father was Dougal, wasnt he?

Hamishs face stilled.

What? Marcia said, and Jodie watched her face change. She knew that look. Shed seen it when Marcia was closing on a corporate deal. The look said she could smell money.

There probably arent that many Dougal Douglases, Hamish said slowly. Butmy fathers address on the shipping manifest was Loganaich. Id never heard of the place. I looked it up, and its tiny. I thought some day I might go find it, but

But you got busy, Marcia said, approving. He certainly had. Hamish had been one of the youngest graduates ever to gain a first-class commerce-law degree from Harvard. After that had come his appointment with one of the most prestigious broking firms in New York, and hed whizzed up the corporate ladder with the speed of light. At thirty-three, Hamish was a full partner and a millionaire a couple times over. Thered been no time in his fast-moving history for a leisurely stroll around Scotland. Hamish, this means you really might have inherited.