A secret crush, revealed...

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  • Office-based enemies-to-lovers

  • Secret crush

  • The best date imaginable

  • Laid-back hero

  • Smart, techie heroine

  • Sparkling chemistry

  • From London to the vineyards of rural Italy

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Race You by Jolie Vines - an excerpt

“Did you just flex your muscles?” she asked, her voice husky. No teasing now.  

“Maybe.” I totally had.  

Emma’s gaze met mine. Searching. I waited for whatever she was going to say, guessing it would be a request for a cab. What I wouldn’t have given for the ability to stop time, to hold on for just a little while longer in this perfect second. Wallowing, before it ended too soon and she left me alone.

In an instant, I was so tired of being alone.

Then she muttered something that sounded like “f*** it”, rose on her toes, and crashed her lips onto mine.  

Holy hell.

Of all the ways I’d imagined kissing Emma Worthington, none of them had been like this. It’d always been me initiating things, my hand in her hair, my gentle pressure coaxing her into wanting me.

Emma kissed me like she was trying to win a prize in seduction. Her fingers gripped my shirt, and I tasted the peach of her last cocktail as her tongue slicked over my lips.

This is happening. This is happening! Wake up, you dumb f***!

I jerked to life and dragged her closer, sliding my hands to her lower back, the silk of her dress cool under my touch. My heart slammed into my ribs, then I drew a jagged breath and gave her my all.

Emma took it, boosted it, then backed me to the wall, attacking my mouth. She hooked her leg around mine, and I could’ve died from the pleasure. She ground against me, and my blood spiked, the world fading to the points of connection between us. The fast movement of our lips, devouring one another. The pressure of her fingers gliding up my neck and into my hair. I wanted her to scratch me, bite me, but I was already dangerously close to losing control.

We kissed one another like it was all we could do, like London had run out of oxygen and our mouths were made of air. This was so much better than fighting.

Hero is LIVE!

Your handsome Hero is LIVE!

Drum roll please ... Hero, the third full length novel in the Marry the Scot series is live!
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Hero (Marry the Scot, #3) - blurb

Her life was just getting started, while his was falling apart.

Ella has finally broken out of her gilded cage, but with her limited life experience, she doesn’t trust her instincts. Especially when it comes to the handsome Scottish pilot who plucked her from the jaws of danger. No way is she going to stumble upon Mr Perfect right away.

Gordain's military career is in freefall after a night he doesn't remember. His burning need for his best friend's younger sister is surely a knee-jerk reaction to his problems. He should walk away, yet he cannot say no to the lass.

When her evil uncle seeks to destroy Ella's happiness, a wedding is the only way to save her inheritance. Gordain is the only man she’d consider asking. But can he fake-marry someone he truly loves?

The third instalment in the Marry the Scot contemporary romance series takes you away to big love in the splendour of the Scottish Highlands. You'll adore this modern-day hot Scot and his delicate and determined musician.

Jump into this unique and passionate series now.

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Opening chapter - I’m Coming for Ye

Ella
From the cover of my hiding place, I silenced my phone and tapped out a message to my brother, my hands shaking. I need to get out of here. Where are you?
“Elinor! Come here, you stupid little b*tch.” Richard’s voice reverberated through the halls, and an almighty crash followed—a table thrown over, or a bookcase, perhaps.
On cramped limbs, I shrank back in the musty cupboard, the strip of daylight under the door slicing over my ballet flats. Coming home had been a huge mistake. If he found me, my bid for freedom was over.
My phone lit with an incoming message. Not from James—the number was unknown.
Ella, I’m Gordain. Your brother sent me. I’m coming for ye by helicopter. Keep out of your uncle’s sight. I’ll be landing soon.
Gordain? I knew the name, though I’d never met the man. He was James’s closest friend and a pilot in the Royal Air Force. Relief washed over me. The military ate rescues for breakfast, right? I might make it out of here in one piece.
I replied, all the while listening for any sounds of Richard closing in. His unhinged voice had come from the mansion’s central entrance hall, the echoes from the marble floors and high ceiling giving him away. He was close. Far too close for comfort.
I’m hiding in the ballroom. He’s hunting me.
Gordain’s reply arrived instantly, and I pictured him chopping up the air, joystick down, zooming to my side. Sit tight, lass. I’ll find ye.
Thank God, I didn’t know how much longer I could hide. Or what Richard would do if he found me. I’d never been good at following orders, but on this occasion, I’d listen.
I waited, arms wrapped around my knees, my pulse an accelerated thrum in my ears. Outside, the commotion had stopped. No smashing or crashing came from the depths of the vast Fitzroy mansion.
But I wasn’t dumb. I knew my uncle.
Earlier this afternoon, after he’d arrived, he’d hit the bottle. I’d kept out of his way, hell-bent on a personal mission of my own, taking a little piece of revenge before I left. I should have escaped when I had the chance. Richard wouldn’t give up easily on trying to find me. Not if he spotted what I’d done.
A dull clunk came, maybe from a glass being placed on a wooden floor. Suspiciously near. Was he in the ballroom? I twisted to peer through the gap under the cupboard door. A shadow moved by the windows.
Oh sh*t.
Landed. I’m closing in on the house. Where’s Richard?
I typed back, careful to move the minimum possible for fear of him hearing. Right outside my hiding place. I’m stuck. If I leave, he’ll find me.
Don’t move. I’ve got this.
I held my breath. Gordain couldn’t just walk in here and grab me. Richard wouldn’t allow it. Then a memory hit me, and my heart gave an almighty thump.
Richard had a gun. A rifle. I’d seen it when I’d visited one summer holiday.
He might be armed, I typed fast.
A dragging noise sounded nearby. “Elinor!” Richard blared.
Oh God, oh God. I froze, digging my nails into my legs, clamping my lips shut.
A smash broke the silence. Then another. But it wasn’t my uncle; it came from a distance, like a window had been broken at the front of the house.
“What the f*cking hell was that? She’s not getting away that easily,” Richard slurred, so near I could almost smell the alcohol fumes on his breath. After a beat, his footsteps moved away, then the ballroom’s double doors swung out with an unmistakable thud.
Had he gone?
My phone lit up. Come out. Stay low and quiet.
God! It had been Gordain, creating a distraction. In a cautious crouch, I pushed the door ajar and peeked outside. Nothing moved in the opulent room.
I twisted back, grabbing the handle of the bag stashed alongside me. Metal clanked as the loot shifted. I stopped, wincing.
Then a figure loomed large at the window.
I supressed a shriek, shooting my hand up to cover my mouth.
At pace, the shadow forced open the ballroom’s French doors and crossed the room on silent feet. I sucked in a breath and drew myself upright.
Gordain McRae, RAF pilot, Highlander, and my brother’s closest friend, stopped dead in front of me.
Holy macaroni. My heart skipped a beat.
With practiced motions, he grasped my waist and pulled me close, his gaze taking in the space and the pair of open doors leading to the hall. Neat, efficient actions. In total command.
I couldn’t remember the image I used to have for this guy, but it was nothing like the man holding me. Big. Muscles rippling under his tight t-shirt, the name of a band scrawled across his broad chest.
“Listen. Here’s what we’re going to do.” He ran his free hand over his shorn fair hair, then his fierce gaze finally fell on mine.
And stuck.
For a second, neither of us said anything. Or moved.
My experience of men, real men, was beyond limited. The boarding school I’d recently left had been a ladies-only college, and it had been a trek to the nearest village. I’d certainly never been close to a hard-bodied, hard-breathing, rugged example of the gender like Gordain.
That was my excuse for freezing up. For staring at the line of his jaw and having the most compelling urge to touch his light scruff.
But what was his?
He blinked and broke the spell. “I… Right. Ella. We need to get out of here. Richard’s on the second floor. I tossed a rock through a window. He staggered up the stairs.”
A howl came from a distance. “Elinor!” my uncle bellowed again. “You smashed my f*cking window. You will pay for that.”
Gordain stiffened. With urgency, he ushered me towards the door. “Let’s get going. We’ll get to the heli and be away before the arsehole even registers you’re gone.”
That was the plan, but I had another priority. I stooped and grabbed my bag. “Wait, I’m almost done.”
Gordain paused, his eyebrows drawing in. “We need to leave. Now.”
“I have one more thing to get.”
“Are ye kidding? We have maybe a minute until he’s back.”
“Help me, then! I’m not leaving without it.”
Gordain stared, his disbelief melting at whatever he saw in my eyes. Steely determination, I hoped.
Interest crept into his serious expression. “What do ye need to grab?”
I expected him to demand that I leave it—if he wanted to pick me up and throw me over his shoulder, I wouldn’t stand a chance. But he didn’t. My energy came back in a rush.
“My violin. I’ve already got the contents of my parents’ safe. All the paperwork on my and James’s inheritance. A few priceless antiquities.” Excitement rippled over me, and I leaned in. “Richard will notice. He knows every piece of art, every vase. Our heritage is his world, and knowing I stole it is going to drive him nuts.”
Gordain’s gaze slid to a darker mien. He took my arm, his fingers warm. “How about a compromise. Tell me where the violin is, and I’ll be the thief. You get out of here.”
Good enough. “It’s in the entrance hall on a table.”
It had been my mother’s, and even though it wasn’t particularly valuable, I’d kept it with me through the long years following the destruction of my family. I’d held on to it as a grieving child, bested it as a rebellious fourteen-year-old, and played the heck out of it as a young woman.
If my life had a symbol, it was that instrument.
“That’s the direction your uncle’s in.” Gordain shook his head. “Not worth the risk.”
He didn’t know. I hadn’t explained. “No,” I said, placing my hand on his. “It was Mum’s—”
Crash.
The unmistakable rattle and yowl came of a stringed instrument being smashed. Horror struck me.
Oh God, no.
The sound reverberated through the ballroom. I leapt towards the inner doors and instantly fell back again. Dragged by Gordain. He held me against his broad chest.
“Don’t,” he urged.
“Elinor!” Richard called, his voice closer, as if he was coming down the stairs. “You can’t hide forever.”
Smash. The tinkle came of small pieces of wood landing on the marble floor.
I sobbed, unable to help the upset wrenching from my throat.
“Sh*te. I’m so sorry. But we have to go.” Gordain took my face in his hands and made me stare at him. Another crash came from the hall.
“I want to kill him,” I uttered, but my rescuer said nothing. The look in his eyes told me he understood, except how could he? Richard had broken my violin. In a house full of antiquities and relics, it was the one thing I valued.
Gordain grabbed my hand and slung the heavy bag over his shoulder like it was weightless. He kept me at his side, half dragging me out of the French doors.
Then I got with the programme and found my feet.
We sprinted along the side of the house. Around the corner, we emerged into the car park. Richard’s green Jaguar sat on the gravel.
My anger spiked.
I dropped Gordain’s hand and darted to the flower bed, picking up a rock. My chest heaved, and tears spilled down my cheeks.
“Ella!” Gordain growled.
I raised both hands above my head and ran at the car. The rock left my fingers.
It bounced off the windscreen.
“No!” I exclaimed, hoarse. Dismay flattened me as the rock rolled harmlessly away. That wasn’t supposed to happen.
Gordain jerked to a halt at my side. He crouched, and when he straightened, two enormous edging stones left his grip and took out the Jaguar’s windscreen with an almighty crack.
Glass exploded in a savage-edged shower, raining onto the gravel at our feet.
I stared, agog, then switched my astonished gaze to Gordain. His muscles rippled where he lowered his arms. He… He’d…
The alarm blared.
“F*ck!” we both yelled in unison.
Gordain whooped then snatched up my hand again, pulling me with him as he retrieved the bag. “Aye, f*ck! Now run!”
***
We fled the estate’s formal gardens and entered the parkland—still owned by my family but borderless and wild. Better suited for hiking than running. Gordain set a fast pace, and I did my best to keep up, glad for the early morning jogging routine I’d gotten into.
On a patch of flat ground behind the first rocky ridge, the helicopter waited, the last of the evening light reflecting off the glass cockpit. Gordain boosted me inside then climbed into the pilot’s seat. He stretched over to strap me in, then began a process of flipping switches and pressing buttons.
Ridiculous maybe, but only now, with my sweat cooling and adrenaline churning in my stomach, did I realise I was about to fly. The blades above our heads rotated, speeding up. The sound levels escalated to deafening proportions.
“Holy sh*t,” I whispered.
Gordain swung a look at me, somehow hearing me over the racket. He handed across a wireless headset.
“At last, I get to take a Fitzroy up in the air,” he said, his voice clear as day through the headphones. Then he grinned, the effect dazzling. “Are ye ready?”
“I have no idea.” Despite everything—the rush in which I was leaving the estate, the rage my uncle had flown into, the million and one other things that had gone wrong, and my poor, poor, violin—a rush of excitement ignited my blood.
The sheer delight dancing in Gordain’s eyes told me he felt the same. With a last glance around us, he moved the controls, and the helicopter took to the skies.
***
We rose, speeding over the ground. Up, we soared, skirting the craggy edges of the national park, dizzying in the rate the aircraft moved. Soon, the Belvedere house and estate was a speck in the distance far behind us.
In the air, no one could chase us. I was safe.
I switched my gaze to my hands. The tremor remained, and I hated it, the fear that man had instilled in me. The panic even his name brought. For a moment this afternoon, I’d truly believed Richard would hurt me. He had been backed into a corner. He’d lost everything. What did it matter if he took out that loss on me?
“Your brother called me from the road, but I’m behind in how all this went down. Tell me, what happened?”
Gordain’s voice brought me out of my funk.
I inclined my head. Safe, Ella. Saved. “First of all, thank you. I didn’t say that yet. You don’t even know me and you came all this way—”
I stopped as Gordain’s hand found mine. Reaching the short distance between our seats, he gave my fingers a squeeze, and it should have felt reassuring, it had certainly been intended as friendly, yet heat painted my cheeks.
Whew. His touch sent ripples of an unknown sensation through my veins. Nice, the feeling. Warm and vital.
“It was nae trouble, and my pleasure,” Gordain’s voice dipped low. He released my fingers and cleared his throat. “I know about your brother, but what about you? Why was your uncle after your hide?”
I raised a shoulder. “Control. He’s still my legal guardian, until we can get the lawyers to change it. I’m supposed to be locked away in boarding school, but I’m never going back.”
“We’ll be prepared if he comes after ye.”
If Richard showed up at the McRaes’ castle home—the location Gordain was flying me to—could he demand to take me away? It was unlikely; I was hardly a child. What I did know for sure was Richard would use me in any way possible to get to my brother.
“His priority is James. It always has been. He’d only want to use me as a pawn.”
That, in a nutshell, summed up the relationship I had with my only living relative, aside from my brother. Even with James, I barely had a connection. We’d been raised separately after our parents died.
For ten years, I’d hardly had anyone. A fresh new world lay ahead of me.
“James is waiting for you with his lady. And ye have us now.” Gordain answered my sad little thoughts. “You’re not alone.”
My shuddering breath took me by surprise.
He glanced over. “Are ye okay?”
“One day, I’ll kill that a**hole for everything he did to my family.”
A low chuckle came from my rescuer. “You’re nae similar to your brother at all.”
If that was a compliment, I had no idea. But the spark in his eye stirred something deep in my belly. Gordain’s gaze dipped to my lips, and the same thing happened as in the ballroom. His focus found my eyes and we both stopped moving, staring for a long moment that gave me a rush of chemicals, fizzing and wild.
Then he huffed a laugh and gave his full attention back to the helicopter’s controls.
I linked my hands in my lap and summoned my strength.
Of two things, I was sure. One, now I was almost eighteen years of age, my life started here. I’d leave behind the awful existence my uncle had abandoned me to and never look back. Richard Fitzroy would pay for what he did to us, one way or another.
And two, I was a mess, my emotions spiralling. In under an hour, I’d rocked from despair to elation, and right now, I was in danger of developing a hefty crush on my brother’s best friend. That had to stop.

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Cover reveal! Hero (Marry the Scot, #3)

Friends, may I introduce you to Gordain McRae. Military helicopter pilot, motorbike rider, tattooed and as sexy as he is noble. Gordain might just win the award for my hottest Scot yet.

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Gordain gets to join his brothers when Hero (Marry the Scot, #3) goes live on June 6th, 2019. He can’t wait to meet you so buckle up and get ready for this super hot Highlander.

Blurb

Her life was just getting started, while his was falling apart.

Ella has finally broken out of her gilded cage, but with her limited life experience, she doesn’t trust her instincts. Especially when it comes to the handsome Scottish pilot who plucked her from the jaws of danger. No way is she going to stumble upon Mr Perfect right away.

Gordain's military career is in freefall after a night he doesn't remember. His burning need for his best friend's younger sister is surely a knee-jerk reaction to his problems. He should walk away, yet he cannot say no to the lass.

But when her evil uncle seeks to destroy Ella's happiness, a wedding is the only way to save her inheritance. Gordain is the only man she’d consider asking. But can he fake-marry someone he truly love

The third instalment in the Marry the Scot contemporary romance series takes you away to big love in the splendour of the Scottish Highlands. You'll adore this modern-day hot Scot and his delicate and determined musician.

Jump into this unique and passionate series now.

Jolie x

Love Most, Say Least is live!

Damaged hero, Lord James Fitzroy, has finally arrived. Did I mention this book features a virgin hero? Readers are going wild for this gentle, gorgeous man and his fiesty fast-driving heroine.

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BLURB: Love Most, Say Least (Marry the Scot, #2)

The boy who has everything meets the girl who has nothing...when she nearly runs him over.

James Fitzroy's life could be called charmed. With an ancient name and a sprawling country estate, only an arranged marriage stands between him and his billionaire inheritance. But appearances are rarely what they seem. Traumatised after a tragic accident, speaking doesn’t come easily to James, and he cares little for anything, including who he weds.

Until the screech of brakes awakens him to all he can’t have.

Beth Grace might be descended from criminals, but she'd never follow in their footsteps. Apart from the one time she did. Now, even an invitation to go driving in Scotland with the world's most handsome man can't derail her from her plan to pay her dues. Besides, despite the startling chemistry, women like her don’t get to date earls. She couldn’t be further from what he needs.

Two broken souls can make a whole. There’s just the matter of a wedding in the way.

A little secret...

This story, Love Most, Say Least (Marry the Scot, #2), was the first I ever completed. This was several years ago now, and the version you're about to read today is a complete rewrite, but it was a big story with big characters who I couldn't get out of my head.
Of course, Laird Callum had to have his story told first, but his romance with Mathilda in Storm the Castle enabled James to see what he truly wanted.

Our couple have to work so hard to get what they deserve. James has a horrible background and Beth a fear of commitment after an awful start to life. Their big love will warm your heart. The heat between them will steam up your screen.
Together, they are perfect.

Love Most, Say Least is FREE with Kindle Unlimited.

Be sure to let me know what you think! As a new author, every email and review means the world to me.

Jolie x

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Love Most, Say Least - cover reveal!

I am SO excited to share the cover for Love Most, Say Least, the second novel in my Marry the Scot series. What do you think? Isn’t Lord James Fitzroy handsome? The teal colour is just so gorgeous and I love that subtle tartan for our half-English half-Scottish lord.

Love Most, Say Least (Marry the Scot, #2)

The boy who has everything meets the girl who has nothing...when she nearly runs him over.

James Fitzroy's life could be called charmed. With an ancient name and a sprawling country estate, only an arranged marriage stands between him and his billionaire inheritance. But appearances are rarely what they seem. Traumatised after a tragic accident, speaking doesn’t come easily to James, and he cares little for anything, including who he weds.

Until the screech of brakes awakens him to all he can’t have.

Beth Grace might be descended from criminals, but she'd never follow in their footsteps. Apart from the one time she did. Now, even an invitation to go driving in Scotland with the world's most handsome man can't derail her from her plan to pay her dues. Besides, despite the startling chemistry, women like her don’t get to date earls. She couldn’t be further from what he needs.

Two broken souls can make a whole. There’s just the matter of a wedding in the way.

You can preorder Love Most, Say Least here: mybook.to/LoveMostSayLeast

Publishes May 2nd, 2019.

Storm the Castle (Marry the Scot, #1) is one week old!

Storm the Castle (Marry the Scot, #1) is one week old!!

Laird Callum McRae and Mathilda Storm have already scored 55 mostly 5-star reviews on Amazon, and my mentions have been awash with love for my hot Scots.

If you're waiting on paperbacks, all back orders have been posted now so are merrily soaring through the skies to your mailboxes.

If you're interested in buying a signed paperback, let me know. I've just placed a fresh order so will see if I can add an order form to my website.

What's happening next? I'll be talking more next week about the second in the series. There *might* be another big house involved, and we definitely spend time at Castle McRae in the Highlands. There's another wedding involved, but that's it for hints for now.

Buy Storm the Castle now: mybook.to/StormtheCastle

Jolie x

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My debut is live!!

I’m so excited to announce that Storm the Castle, the first in my MARRY THE SCOT series, is LIVE!

This is my very first book to be published and the reception has been incredible. I can't get over the reviews. It makes me so happy that Laird Callum McRae, the oldest, tallest, and stubbornest of my hot Highlander brothers, has fast become book boyfriend to so many.

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My boxes of paperbacks have been delivered! There’s nothing like holding your own book in your hands and this has long been my dream. Within a few months, Callum will be joined by more members of his family and by the end of the year, I’ll have them all on my book shelf.

Want to get your hands on Callum? I’m giving away three signed copies of Storm the Castle (Marry the Scot, #1). Visit my author page on Facebook and enter via the pinned post.

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That’s it from me, I need to get on with the business of being a writer and edit book three. Thanks again for all the wonderful messages and for taking a risk on a debut author!

Jolie x

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Interviews!

I’ve been interviewed a few times in the lead up to my debut being published. In this, the latest one, conducted by Hidden Gems, I think I’m hilarious with answers like this one:

HG: What is it about Scotsman that is so big in romance?
JV: It’s their cabers. And the way they toss them.

🧐😁😈

You can read all about me and my inspiration for the Marry the Scot series by clicking on the link.

https://www.hiddengemsbooks.com/interview-jolie-vines/

Jolie x

A springtime of hot Scots!

Good morning!

Spring has arrived in my little corner of the UK - look, blue skies! With my debut coming in just over a fortnight, I wanted to introduce myself to all the people who've recently found me 😁

If you preordered Storm the Castle (Marry the Scot, #1) THANK YOU! I love seeing the different marketplaces light up and knowing I have readers all across the world. Great to see that series about hot Scots are popular all over 💙🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿💙

A little bit about me. I'm mum to a toddler boy, and happily married to my very own hot Scot. I have a ridiculous sense of humour and an obsession with selecting the exact perfect word to complete a sentence.

I've had a couple of people ask questions about my writing so here's my reader guarantee
💎 all my heroes are one-woman guys. I don't write cheating
💎 my stories are steamy but heavily romantic, with a focus on that chest-pain emotion that I love to read
💎 my heroes fall hard, even if they don't realise it at first
💎 and of course, there's a healthy backdrop of the gorgeous Scottish Highlands in every book 🗻

Want to preorder my debut? You can do that here: mybook.to/StormtheCastle

Want to be the first to hear my news and get free bonus content? Add yourself to my list here: https://www.jolievines.com/newsletter

Anything you want to ask, go ahead!

Jolie x

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