Dangerous in a Kilt
Hot Scots, Book One
- Dangerous in a Kilt
- Wicked in a Kilt
Honorable Mention, 2017 Readers’ Favorite Book Awards
1st place, 2016 National Readers’ Choice Awards
2nd place, 2017 Sexy Scribbles contest
1st place, 2016 Great Beginnings contest
December 16, 2016
A feisty American. A hot Scot. Passion ignites.
Good-girl Erica Teague is out on bail, charged with a crime her ex-lover committed. A lifetime of sticking to the rules has left her broke, burned, and facing a trial and certain conviction, thanks to the evidence planted by her trust-funder ex. Desperate to experience one wild night of sizzling sex before her freedom is torn away from her, Erica heads to a notorious night club in search of a one-night stand — where a case of mistaken identity lands her in the arms of a hot Scot with a secret past.
The passion igniting between them is explosive, but Lachlan MacTaggart wants nothing to do with relationships or commitment. When he offers Erica one month of sex and companionship with no strings, she can’t resist succumbing to her electric lust for the Scotsman. Soon, though, Erica’s ex begins harassing her and Lachlan’s haunted past catches up with him. When their hot fling gets personal, the last thing either of them wanted may become the one thing that frees their imprisoned hearts.
Read an excerpt
I swigged my brandy. A flash of fruity sweetness raced over my tongue, chased by a tangy burn. Why was I waiting for a man who didn’t have the courtesy to call and cancel? Enough of this. I leaped off the stool onto my five-inch heels and tottered, mirroring my stool’s motion. What the hell had I been thinking, wearing stilettos for the first time in my life?
Strong hands grasped my upper arms. “Easy there.”
I craned my neck to behold my would-be savior. My heart thudded.
A giant of a man peered down into my eyes, his body towering several inches above me. Whoa, mama. The heels elevated my five-four to five-ten, which must’ve made him well over six feet tall. Thick muscles in his impossibly broad shoulders flexed as he maintained his hold on me. The lights glistened on his short, dark hair, casting it in unearthly hues. The sensation of his fingers on my skin and the proximity of his body flooded me with heat and my mouth watered at the sight of acres of hard, defined muscles straining his skintight black T-shirt. His powerful thighs vanished under a kilt, its plaid woven in pastel shades of green and blue with orange lines threaded through them. The blue in the fabric echoed his pale eyes, which studied me with electrifying interest. Black combat boots covered his feet but somehow, combined with his angular features, they lent him a rugged appeal.
I raked my gaze over his body, drinking in every inch of him, until our gazes intersected.
Recognition lit his face. “It’s you. Erica.”
“And it’s you.” Who the hell was he? The guy seemed to know me but—Ohhhh. This must be Cliff. I shook off his hands, whipped out my phone, and tapped the clock on its screen, tipping it so he could see. “It’s eight thirty-nine.”
His full lips quirked. “Quite the timekeeper, eh?”
That deep voice, spiced with an enticing Scottish brogue, flowed over the words like warm molasses. Forget his yummy accent. You’re a wild woman and wild women don’t wait around for late-comers. I shook off his hands. “I’ve been here for thirty-nine minutes. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”
“Not really.” His attentive gaze browsed over me. “Except your bum’s oot the windae.”
He was speaking gibberish. Great, I’d arranged a sex date with a lunatic.
“Buckled, are you?”
I spread my arms. “Do you see any buckles or belts on this dress?”
He chuckled—with no derision, simply amusement. “I meant are you drunk, lass?”
“Me?” I snorted, waving a dismissive hand. “No. Never.”
Besides, I’d had just one sip of brandy.
He leaned in to stare straight into my eyes. His glacial blue irises sparkled in the light glinting off them. I caught a whiff of his rich, dark cologne and underneath, an earthy spice all his own. My senses came alive at the exotic scent of him, and the flecks of darker blue in those striking eyes mesmerized me. I swallowed. Hard.
Praise for Dangerous in a Kilt
An enthralling and entertaining read…Durand’s erotic writing is lovely, respectful, and entirely relevant to the growing emotional ties…Seeing each of them learning to trust and to allow themselves to be vulnerable again is a major highlight of this compelling book about love, betrayal, and second chances. I had a marvelous time reading this hot and spicy-sweet romance.Jack Magnus
Dangerous in a Kilt by Anna Durand delivered! This is my favorite style of romance writing. A hot but wounded hero, a heroine who is strong on her own but also needs the hero. and sex that will scorch the sheets without any kinks or fetishes.
For two wounded people who discover they care more than they should, emotions just can’t be ignored.
This is a well written, classic but contemporary romance story. My emotions were up and down right along with Erica’s and Lachlan’s. I knew there would be a HEA, but it was the journey, characters and smoking hot sex scenes that kept me turning the pages. The characters were all realistic and I loved Erica’s dog, Casey. Lachlan has two brothers and three sisters, so I hope to be enjoying this family in many more stories to come.Avonna
There’s a huge hero’s & heroine’s journey here, that I quite enjoyed, not to mention the hot sex, & again, not to mention the sweet seduction of the Scotsman who pulls out all the stops to get Erica to love him, while he fights off the ex. I think you’ll like this one.Alberta
I really loved this book. It was very entertaining with the right amount of great story and sexy highlander. Anna Durand was able to weave two memorable characters that will capture your mind and heart. […] Anna Durand has truly mastered the highlander romance.
This book was such a fun and dramatic read! The fun was in all of the witty banter and super sultry scenes. I loved all the Scottish words Lachlan mixed into his sentences and could imagine his sexy accent in my mind. I didn’t blame Erica for lusting after his hot body and smooth words. He was almost too hot to handle! […] The way they navigated around their secrets was so much fun to read.Deanna Hite
Really, how could Erica not fall for the Scottish sex god. He was sweet, charming, romantic, thoughtful, had a voice that could make you weak in the knees and HE WORE A BLOODY KILT. […] With all the romantic gestures and surprises he planned for her, his most thoughtful gift was helping clear her name from the embezzlement charges. Money may not buy love but, in this case, it helped set his love free.Kameron Brook
I was intrigued on how the story would end – with all the drama the characters that are facing. […] I love how Ms. Anna made the story interesting and romantic at the same time. […] I also love the other characters in this book especially Erica’s parents!Myra Espino