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McKenzie Taylor is high maintenance when it comes to fashion, but when it comes to travel, the socialite prefers privacy to parties, and her own space to hotels. After she and her friends arrive in Scotland and split up to pursue their own adventures, she rents a small cottage on the Isle of Skye. On day two, she crashes her rental car. But a hero emerges from the mist to rescue her. He’s handsome, earthy, funny, and before long is making her feel desirable, not mention desirous. There’s just one problem: McKenzie’s Highland dreamboat is a motorcycle riding American.
Finley Craig knows his cute new tourist friend is stubbornly set on falling for a Scotsman. But he’s just as set on her falling for him. So he plans to give her a taste of what she thinks she wants. Because Finley suspects McKenzie isn’t as shallow as she appears. And in the process of surrounding her with his hand-picked suitors, she may just decide that American-made is best—especially when she and Finley are rained in together over one long, delicious, and very adventurous weekend…
When three sisters arrive in Spinning Hills, Ohio, home of the third most haunted street in the state, they’re looking for solace and support as they clear out the ghosts of their own pasts. But what they find is something a whole lot sweeter . . .
Paige Galloway has built her life around one principle—being the perfect mom. When the FBI busts into the PTA meeting Paige is about to host in order to arrest her husband, she’s mortified. Fleeing to Spinning Hills, her grandmother’s hometown, Paige is determined reclaim her title as the mom with the most. That becomes much harder when her husband files for divorce . . . and she learns he’s a lying cheater. Being the perfect mom now means she has to save her ex-husband from himself. But when the agent in charge of the investigation—the man who witnessed her total humiliation—moves in next door, Paige is surprised to find herself drawn to the Fed with the suspicious frown and surprisingly sexy smile . . .
After Alex Hooke’s tough-as-nails childhood, Paige’s way of life seems shallow—at least until he gets to know her. Paige is as stubborn and smart as he is, and while his job is to find evidence against her ex-husband, he’s more tempted to investigate the attraction simmering between them. With help from Paige’s nosy family, and his own curious relatives, Alex may still get his man—but what he really wants is the woman who introduced him to love.
Not Quite a Scot
The man was only stating the obvious. He could have said it with a bit more sympathy. The taciturn, grumpy biker hadn’t even bothered to ask my name. Perhaps he thought there was no need, since he wouldn’t be hanging around.
“Forgive me for asking,” I said, my tone syrupy sweet. “Do you have a suggestion for what I might do? I’m tired and hungry and disappointed and all out of answers.” I hadn’t meant to be quite so honest. The words tumbled out uncensored.
Perhaps my unwitting vulnerability tapped into some latent chivalry on Finley’s part. For the first time, his posture relaxed. “I do. My house is large. It’s near the harbor, so you can walk most places. I’m listed in the B&B registry, though to be honest, I haven’t said yes to any guests for a long time. Playing host is a lot of trouble. Still, ye’re welcome to stay with me until you can make arrangements to have this place cleaned.”
“Stay with you?” I parroted the words, my heart beating rapidly. Finley might not be the Loch Ness monster, but he was definitely an unknown quantity.
When I hesitated, he rubbed two fingers in the center of his forehead as if he had a headache. “I’m an upstanding citizen, more or less. As soon as we get back to town, you can look up the website. If you want to call the bloke who owns the seafood place down by the wharf, he’ll vouch for me.”
“I was there this evening. I have the phone number on the receipt, but I haven’t been able to get a decent cell phone signal.”
Finley shrugged. “You’ve found it,” he said. His quick grin startled me.
“The proverbial rock and the hard place.”
He was a hundred percent correct. No woman in her right mind would try to spend a night alone in this grimy, unprepossessing dwelling. But most women also wouldn’t agree to stay with a man they’d just met. With no cell service, my only choices were to walk back to town or take a chance on Finley Craig.
During a recent trip to Scotland, Janice enjoyed getting to know the “motherland”. Her grandfather’s parents emigrated from the home of bagpipes, heather, and kilts. Janice lives in east Tennessee with her husband, Charles. They love hiking, traveling, and spending time with family.
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