Alternate title: An English Bride (and her tits) in Scotland. 
 Seriously, with all the hullabaloo made over Annabel's boobs, they deserve a place in the title. In fact, I'm pretty sure her legendary bosom has more words devoted to their bounteousness than some supporting characters within the book. 
 Main plot: who's trying to hurt Annabel? 
 Subplot: HOW TO CONTAIN THESE TITS 
 I had a lot of problem with this book. It is a very simple book, there is zero complexity here. It is entertaining. It is a bodice-ripper, pure and simple. Look no further for deep character development, you will find none here. That's not to say it's not enjoyable, for me, it was an extremely easy read, an excellent beach read, because there is no thinking involved. Everything is extremely silly, including the main character, and there are no grand entanglements of emotion or misunderstanding that gets in the way of true love. The characters are simple, likeable, one-dimensional. Well, except for the main character, Annabel, whom I found rather intolerably stupid and untrue to character. The summary pretty much says it all. Annabel is plucked from a nunnery to wed a Scottish laird when her sister falls through. Someone tries to hurt her. They try to find the culprit, all the while trying to figure out HOW TO CONTAIN HER BOOBS. I really am not exaggerating about the boobs. Here are some problems I had with this book that kept it from being anything more than a 2 rating. 
 1. Unclear setting: the setting was...ambiguous. There was no attempt to make any sense of the time or place. And had I not read this one single sentence, I would not have known the era in which the book was set. "'The Waverly lord saved Ross'd da' while they were on crusade some twenty years ago,' the older warrior explained. He then added sorrowfully, 'And Ross is paying fer it by being shackled to the English lord's daughter for the rest o' his days.'" 
 Oh. Crusades. Oooooook. Medieval time, then. That is it. For the entire book, nothing else indicated the time period. Not the clothing, not the speech patterns, not the behavior. Nothing. Zip. Zilch. 
 2. Speech: Ye dinna ken, lassie? MY GODS, THE ACCENT. That's the problem I have with Scottish characters in a badly written book. The accents and dialect are so badly exagerrated that I'm surprised there aren't a Scottish coalition of males against bad romance writers abusing and outright murdering the Scottish burr in novels! 
 ""It's pissen, lass,' he said helpfully since she seemed unable to voice the word herself. 'It's a pissen yer needing. Ye can say the word. I'll no think less o' ye fer it.'" 
 3. Lack of character development: The main characters start off nice and pleasant and silly. They end up nice and pleasant and silly. There is no growth along the way. They start off liking each other. They end up loving each other, although the journey from like to love isn't shown at all. Ross is a charming, hardworking, amiable man. He is a responsible person, altogether likeable, he treats Annabel well, he respects her, he finds her cute. Annabel is silly and fluffy and completely innocent of the world. She is initially scared of her marriage, but then again, she was absolutely miserable at the convent where she disobeyed everyone and did everything wrong anyway, so it's not like marriage to a really nice guy is a worse fate. They like each other. They try their best with each other. Annabel fails at everything very often. Ross finds her adorable. There's not much else to be said. Oh, her boobs are a huge problem. No pun intended. 
 "'Aye,' she agreed quietly, resisting the urge to try to push her breasts back down again. It would just draw more attention to them. Besides, it didn't really do much anyway. They just bounced back up." 
 Annabel is so stupid though, she disobeys Ross and rides off alone in dangerous situations when clearly someone is out to get her. She's incompetent at everything regarding running a household because she's had zero experience at it. Annabel moans out "I am a failure" every other chapter in the book. She is out of character, surprisingly comfortable around men, considering the fact that she has been locked up in a convent for the past fifteen years with a gaggle of fellow nuns and oblates, with the priest as the sole male. Yet she's friendly to every man, charms them all effortlessly despite her obvious stupidity and silliness. Even Ross' band of battle-hardened warrior falls into insta-love with her. 
 "It had not gone without his notice that his wee bride had quickly wrapped his tough-as-rocks, battle-hardened warriors around her little finger during the journey home. Annabel had chattered away like a magpie for the majority of the journey, asking what this or that was, and telling this or that tale...Ross shook his head as he recalled it, and how every tale had held his men enthralled." 
 Annabel is so inconsistent in her character, too. For not having much experience, she's surprisingly competent when it comes to treating injured men. Where the hell did she glean that knowledge? Wouldn't a nun-to-be have blushed and run away when confronted with a sick man rather than gritting her teeth and tying him down and cutting off his clothes and stitching him up? She's surprisingly competent at some things despite her supposed lack of knowledge and innocence of the world. 
 Did I mention she's silly and stupid? Let me reiterate. 
 "'Aye. He said he saw you first.' There was a brief pause and then she said tentatively, 'He said ye were racing about the clearing like a chicken with its head cut off, yer gown around yer head and blind from it.'" 
 Did I mention her boobs? Let me reiterate. 
 "Annabel pushed at her breasts, trying to tuck them inside the gown as much as possible, but they still appeared to be trying to crawl out." 
 I really wasn't exaggerating about the boobs. A sideplot is Annabel trying to find clothes that won't push her tits up to her neck because she's so well-endowed. 
 The villain (I had my hunch who it was, I was right) is so ridiculously black and white. All the bad guys in this book are black and white. Zero hidden characteristics. Zero sympathetic characters. Pure evil, pure bitchiness, no redeeming qualities whatsoever. Whatever complexity was lacking in the main characters is multiplied a thousandfold when it comes to the bad guys in this book. Read this for brain candy when you don't want to think. It's a stereotypical bodice ripper, no more than that.