Last-Minute Proposal
'Don't let me go!'
Tilly's voice rose to a shrill whisper as she grabbed Campbell Sanderson's neck and hung on for dear life. He was rock-solid and smelt reassuringly clean and masculine. And he was the only thing standing between her and the bottom of a cliff.
Typical. The closest she had been to a bloke for ages and she was too terrified to enjoy it.
Campbell reached up to prise her hands away. 'I've no intention of letting you go,' he said irritably. 'I'm going to hold the rope while you lower yourself down. It's perfectly simple. All you have to do is lean back and trust me.'
And how many women over the centuries have heard that line?' snapped Tilly, clamping her arms determinedly back in place the moment he released them. 'It's all very well for you to talk about trust, but you're not the one being asked to dangle over an abyss with only a thin rope between you and certain death!'
One thing was sure—certain death was awaiting her twin brothers, who were responsible for getting her into this mess. She was going to kill them the moment she got off this sodding hillside.
If she ever got off this hillside.
Tilly risked a glance at Campbe ... read full excerpt from Last-Minute Proposal ebook
