Friday, March 30, 2018

•٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠• Review For Wicked in a Kilt (Hot Scots #2) by Anna Durand •٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠•

Wicked in a Kilt 
(Hot Scots #2) 
By Anna Durand
By Jacobsville Books

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 

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.”

·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.

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