His Lass Wears Tartan
by Kathleen Shaputis
Date of Publication: June 20th 2016
Publisher: Crimson Romance
Genre: Paranormal Romantic Comedy
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Independent
and dedicatedly single, Rogue Bruce enjoys running Castle Baillie with her Aunt
Baillie from America. They specialize in romantic Elizabethan-themed weddings,
complete with resident ghost, Lord Kai (nothing like a haunted castle to set
the mood for love). But love is something Rogue is not the least bit interested
in. Content with her work and stable of horses, no man is necessary for her
happiness.
Matchmaking
is in the air, though, focusing on Bruce MacKenzie, a Thor in plaid and jeans
from town, and Jonathan Olson, a snobbish Rhett Butler type. With two men after
her heart (she’d thought safely locked away), Rogue is torn with confusion.
Murder and a psychic yank the soundtrack of Rogue’s life from romantic to
scary, while she has choices to make in this sizzling triangle.
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Movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention.
Rogue paused her step and watched Jonathan stride down the east stairs, regal
in motion, dressed all in black, drawing attention to his tanned face and
striking beard. He’d released his hair, the wild, dark waves now decorating his
shoulders and a few strands in front of his face. Rogue’s heart skipped a beat
as she watched a less trimmed Rhett Butler of the twenty-first century hold
court with his phone against his ear.
He caught her looking and spoke a bit louder. “Let me call
you back,” he said before shoving the phone in his pocket. “Ah, princess,
indeed, you waited for me. I am truly touched at your purity of service.” He
pressed a manicured hand to his heart.
Rogue stiffened as her body betrayed her with a rising
warmth. “I dinna realize you were not already at tea, Mr. Olson.” Rogue denied
herself the delicious feel of his stare by looking away first from the brooding
face now inches away from her own.
“Only fashionably late, my dear, but first a more pressing
issue took my attention. Business may beckon me twenty-four/seven, but your
voice is like a siren’s song to my heart.”
“Your arrogance precedes your charm, sir.” She refused to
step back and give ground, yet she could smell a citrus scent, feeling the heat
from his body this close.
His lips tightened as his eyes flashed. Jonathan moved
slowly, deliberately, as he circled around her, appraising her dress.
“Excellent,” he whispered. He stopped a degree to the right of where he
started, forcing her to turn her head to face him.
Rogue made fists with her hands, trying to control an
unnatural response to touch him, the air surrounding her, thick with
testosterone. “What?” The question came out stiff, foreign.
“You.” His warm breath caressed her cheek, making her blink.
She waited for him to continue. Nothing.
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Author Info
Kathleen
Shaputis lives in the glorious Pacific Northwest with her husband, Bob, a
clowder of cats and three pompously protective Pomeranians with little social
aptitude, Brugh, Bouncer and Jazzy. When not writing, she’s busy reading and
watching romantic comedies, her ultimate paradise.
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