Wicked in a Kilt
Hot Scots, Book Two
- Dangerous in a Kilt
- Wicked in a Kilt
September 29, 2017
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.
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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.”
Praise for Wicked in a Kilt
A compelling and well-written tale about second chances at romance. […] Durand has the gift for writing steamy hot prose that’s authentic and in good taste, and the reader can’t help but keep their fingers crossed as Calli and Aidan work to find a way to resolve their issues. […] Most highly recommended.Jack Magnus