Hi, book buddies :-) Today is the perfect day to indulge in some Scottish goodness. Come and meet
this good man.
MY OPINION
A Highlander is good enough bait for me. Add a good-hearted, handsome Highlander with a little baby that needs care, then you'll have plenty of reasons to pant.
This cute little story is really sweet and lovely. I enjoyed the green scenery with so little civilized trimmings, the meet-cute with more mud than I expected, the isolated atmosphere that still boasted neighbourly loyalty. And, of course, the charming romance between the respectful and hot Scotts and the tender, bright nanny who believes in The One. They have their uncensored moments too :-D
I'm happy too that this is just the begininng of a new series about nannies in different countries. It's so cute!
Favourite quote:
I want her in a way that I've never wanted a woman before. Entirely.
My life in the highlands is simple - and that's how I like it.
But when a wee bairn is dropped off on my doorstep, things get complicated.
My sister's baby needs looking after, but I have my fields and sheep that keep me busy.
When an American nanny moves in, it seems my problems are solved.
Except Elsie's making my life more tangled than the baby is.
She's everything I'm not and exactly what I need.
And I won't be happy unless she's holding this Highlander's sword.
They say first comes love, then comes marriage - but we're starting off with a baby carriage.
Dear Reader,
Kier is one naughty scot... with a VERY BIG secret.
We aren't time traveling with this Scottish romance - but we do have a thing for highland virgins!
Take a look under that kilt and see for yourself!
Xo, Frankie & Chantel
ENJOY AN EXCERPT
“I’m comin’,” I grumble, tossing on a shirt and a pair of breeks when the knocking on my cabin door continues.I open the front door, sure it’s Gregor here to ask which field I want the sheep to graze this morn’. But it’s not the lad I’m expecting. An older woman, carrying a bundle in her arms that I’m supposin’ is a bairn, peers at me over wired rimmed glasses. “
Can I help you?” I ask, running a hand over my beard.
We don’t get many visitors in these parts. Other than the men who work for me, the small town just east of here, and few smaller crofts that dot the hills surrounding my own, it’s just grass, sheep, and hills for miles around.
“Are you Kier MacKinnon?” the woman asks, peering around me, trying to look into the cabin.
“Who’s askin’?” A sense of foreboding sits heavy on my chest, and I get the impression the woman is scrutinizing me. I rake my fingers back through my hair trying to look more presentable, but it’s not much use.
“I’m Martha O’Connelly, from the Social Services Coalition.”
“Is this a charity thing? Are you raising money?”
Martha shakes her head, resting the babe on her shoulder, and patting it’s back. “No, quite the opposite. Can I come in?”
Frowning, I consider the question. An old biddy asking to come into my cottage with a wee one is the last thing I was expecting. But I’m not going to deny this woman what she wants.
“Did you have some car trouble, or get lost?” I ask, prying her for information as I lead her into the small living area. “It’s easy to lose your way in the highlands—”
“No. There’s a purpose to my visit.”
I frown at her and nod, glancing back down at the bairn. If I weren’t a hundred percent certain that the wee one wasn’t mine, I’d probably be pacing the floor right now wondering about the news she’s here to deliver.
“Tea?” I ask, attempting manners. It’s been a long arse while since I’ve needed to use them.
“No, that’s fine,” she says, her gaze scrutinizing every detail of the house. “This is your home, then?”
“After my parents passed, I never moved into the main house, just kept back here. Fine for a bloke like me.”
“Right, well, the thing is Kier, I have some rather untimely news.” She frowns, her lips forming a thin line. “You may want to sit for it.”
“Just tell me, what’s this all about?”
“I gather you never received my messages?”
“Gregor is my errand boy, but he rarely remembers to fetch the mail. Was it important?”
“Quite. It’s about your sister, Mollie.”
There’s that unsettling feeling again, but now it’s in the pit of my stomach. “Haven’t seen her for two years. She left home the day she turned eighteen and never came back. Have you seen her then?”
Martha sighs, taking a seat on the worn couch, bairn still in her arms. “That’s why I’m here, Kier. She’s gone.”
“What do you mean, gone? She hasn’t been around in ages.” I try to keep the bitterness from my voice, but it just about broke my parents’ hearts when she left without a backward glance. Didn’t even have the decency to come home for her own parents’ funeral.
Martha pats the seat cushion beside her. “Why don’t you have a seat.”
I do as she asks. “What is it then?” “
Your sister has died, Kier, and this wee one is her son.”
ABOUT THE MASTERMINDS
Frankie Love
Frankie Love writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men. As a thirty-something mom who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in
love-at-first-sight and happily-ever-afters. She also believes in the power of a quickie.
You can find her at FRANKIELOVE.NET or on FB.
Frankie also writes under the pen names CHARLIE HART.
C.M. Seabrook
Amazon bestselling author C.M. Seabrook writes hot, steamy romances with possessive bad boys, and the passionate, fiery women who love them. Swoonworthy romances from the heart!
Have a great reading time :-D
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