Wicked in a Kilt
(Hot Scots #2)
(Hot Scots #2)
By Anna Durand
Published
By Jacobsville Books
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An even feistier American. A wickedly hot Scot.
Passion ignites.
Calli Douglas has
avoided romance for five years, bound by a
promise she never
should’ve made to a man she doesn’t love. Now, he
refuses to let
her go. When she leaves her backwoods hideaway to attend her
cousin’s wedding, Calli has no intention of meeting a man. But fate
has other
plans–in the form of one scorching-hot Scotsman.
Aidan “Don Juan” MacTaggart is the living embodiment
of
carnal pleasure and seductive prowess, but he longs
for love and
commitment. The moment he sets eyes on Calli, the stunning
American captivates him. Though she’s sworn off sex and
romance, unraveling the
mystery of why tantalizes Aidan almost as
much as her sensual curves.
As their passion for each other inspires them to explore
their
naughtiest desires, a deeper bond takes root. But when secrets from
both
their pasts threaten their happiness, they must confront their
fears or lose
everything.
Holy moley what a
book! I mean what could be hotter then a
Scott in a Kilt. This book is so
well-written and thought out.
It has a great flow. This book was not only
humorous but also
fun to read.
This is Calli and Aiden's story. I love how the meet and can
see why she
thought he was something else. But man his
reaction to the bachelorette party
was priceless. And man
was he a sweetie, checking up on her and talking to
cousin to
make sure was great. It was hard not to fall for the big burly
guy.
Oh and her puppies they were sweet. But I love how
Gavin changes his tune when
Jamie shows up. Bet a book is
on that one. But they have problems. Callie is
married and
her soon to be ex does not want to let her go. And a surprise
from
his past may rip them apart. Hope they can figure it all
out.
Now before I ruin this for you I will leave off here. I hope you
enjoy this
book as much as I did. If you do like this book,
please consider leaving a
review. The Authors really like it
when you do; they value your opinions too.
Scanning the club, I hunted for a man who looked like
a stripper. Trouble was, every male in here could’ve qualified—the women too.
My dress, the sexiest I’d ever worn, seemed downright dowdy next to the barely
there attire of every other female in the place. I halted, raising onto tiptoes
to get a better view of the opposite side of the club. All the men over there
had partners, whom they were kissing or fondling amid the shadows, while the
strobes swept over them in a dizzying blur of colors.
Swerving my gaze away, I started off again.
And slammed into a hard body.
With a yelp, I flung my hands up. They landed on a
massive chest sheathed in a cobalt blue shirt. The sight of tanned skin
revealed by two open buttons riveted my attention. Muscles flexed under my
fingers as the stranger laid his warm palms over my hands.
“Well now,” the stranger drawled, his voice deep and
husky, “I’ve been looking for a bonnie lass, but I didn’t expect to literally
run into one.”
His accent. It was…Scottish? I stumbled backward, out
of his grasp, and blinked rapidly. He wore a kilt fashioned from a blue and
green tartan laced with orange lines. His shirt clung to his muscled torso and
the short sleeves hugged his impressive biceps. Honey-brown leather boots,
stylishly scuffed, covered his large feet.
I swung my gaze to his face and my heart stuttered.
Eyes the color of sapphires watched me, glittering in the pulsing lights. His
gaze traveled the length of me, his gaze narrowing and then widening as he took
in my dress and everything it exposed. My strappy heels boosted my height by a
few inches, but I still had to tilt my head back to meet the Scotsman’s eyes.
He brushed a lock of hair away from my face. “Your
dress brings out the green of your eyes. But this lighting can’t do justice to
your beautiful red hair.”
My voice had abandoned me at the sight of him and
those muscle-bound legs revealed below the kilt. Too bad the kilt concealed his
thighs, because I would’ve bet the entirety of my meager savings they were
thick and strong too.
But who wore a kilt in a night club? He had to be the
stripper. But why was the entertainment hitting on me? Maybe this was part of
the show. I’d never met a stripper before, so I had no idea.
I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the view of his
powerful legs, all sinew and sun-kissed, golden skin dusted with fine brown
hairs a shade darker than the chestnut hair that curled around his ears. The
wavy locks, longish but not too long, glistened in the strobing lights. My
fingers twitched, anxious to dive into those locks and discover their silky
softness. And God created man for woman to lick.
Oh. Dear. Lord. I was turning into a sex-crazed
bridesmaid, just like the rest of them.
He angled his head to study my face. “You’re the one
I’ve been looking for, I think.”
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·٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠· Anna Durand ·٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠·
Anna Durand is an award-winning, bestselling author
of sizzling romances, including the Hot Scots series.
She loves writing about spunky heroines and hunky
heroes, in settings as diverse as modern Chicago and
the fairy realm. Making use of her master's in library
science, she owns a cataloging services company that
caters to indie authors and publishers. In her free time,
you'll find her binge-listening to audiobooks, playing
with puppies, or crafting jewelry.
of sizzling romances, including the Hot Scots series.
She loves writing about spunky heroines and hunky
heroes, in settings as diverse as modern Chicago and
the fairy realm. Making use of her master's in library
science, she owns a cataloging services company that
caters to indie authors and publishers. In her free time,
you'll find her binge-listening to audiobooks, playing
with puppies, or crafting jewelry.
