It’s here! After the long wait, Highland Fling–the final book in my McLaughlin series–is now available! I hope (if you read it!) you love it and look forward to hearing from you in messages, reviews, posts, whatever! *biting nails* Excerpt, blurb, links below!
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Sleeping with her boss can only lead to trouble. And pleasure.
The McLaughlins, Book 4
Delonna comes by her Scottish-style frugality honestly—her parents’ spendthrift ways once left her temporarily homeless. She’s been tending bar at McLaughlin’s Pub, looking forward to the day she can call her own shots. Until her now ex-boyfriend makes off with her hard-earned savings. Now she’s got a bookie breathing threats down her neck in an apparent attempt to squeeze blood from a turnip.
Aleck McLaughlin has three good reasons to keep his hands off the delectable Delonna. One, he’s her boss. Two, she’s a good ten years younger. Three, he’s sworn to never again leave his heart vulnerable.
Her predicament sends all those reasons out the window, and Aleck moves her in with him for protection, then whisks her away on a whirlwind trip from Whidbey Island to Scotland.
The romance of being in Edinburgh only increases their need for one another. But it quickly becomes clear they’re facing a past that’s just as painful as the present is dangerous…
Warning: A sexy, broody, pub owner determined to seduce his flirty, bombshell bartender. Not-so-hidden dangers, travels to Scotland, and maybe a little spanky panky.
Aleck had just begun putting in his whisky orders from their delivery source when Delonna strode into the back. He glanced up, distracted momentarily from the price changes, and glanced at her.
“Everything all right?” He needn’t have asked, though, if he went by the compressed lips and warning glint in her eyes.
“Last night, when you showed up to help me. Were you hoping for something in return at the end of the day?”
He stilled, not pleased with what she was implying. Leaning back in his chair, he narrowed his eyes at her.
“As in was I hoping you would shag me?” he asked lightly.
She blinked and then gave a small nod, folding her arms across her chest.
He bit back a snarl of a laugh. Then, as stoically as he could, he rolled his shoulders and said, “Aye.”
Her eyes went huge and her body began to tremble. “You complete jerk. You seriously—”
“Bloody hell, no, not seriously.” He stood up and rounded the desk toward her.
When she moved to back up, he caught her arm to stop her retreat.
“What kind of fookin’ bastart do you take me for?” he demanded.
She didn’t try to escape his grasp, but now lifted her chin and met his anger head on.
“Well you had plans to screw someone else, so maybe you figured you’d pull a Boy Scout move with me and get lucky at the same time.”
“I helped you last night because I’m a nice guy. I can be one, you realize, when I want to be.” He slid his fingers down her arm to join their hands. “And I’m a bit curious at how you’d know all about my so-called plan to get laid last night.”
“Let’s just say a little birdie told me.”
He glanced at the door behind her, and wagered that if he were to open it he’d find his sister sitting at the bar.
“A little birdie named Kenzie, perhaps?”
“Does it matter?”
“Aye, it does.” He pulled her flush against him and this time she did look alarmed.
“Because I suspect I don’t need to dress up as a knight in shining armor to get you into bed, Delonna.”
She made a little gasp and her eyes went even wider—if that were possible.
“You cocky mother—”
“Your mouth is really much better suited for kissing than cursing, luv.”
Before she could finish ripping him a new one, he dipped his head and claimed her lips.
It wasn’t a need that had begun last night. Not even one from that kiss over the summer. It had been simmering on the back burner from the minute he’d hired her.
Posted by Shelli Stevens
on Tuesday, September 30th, 2014.
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Got hot Scottish men? I do! It’s one week until Highland Fling releases!! I’m going to post snippets of the other books in the McLaughlin series to get the fun going. First up is Good Girl Gone Plaid, which if you haven’t read, it’s free. Which it won’t always be, so grab it while you can!
“Aye, I’ll give ya your drink. So long as you fill me in on why the fook you’re in such a foul mood.” Aleck’s accent had always been the thickest and slowest to fade.
“As if you don’t know.” Ian accepted the shot and glared at his brother. “Go bring Kenzie a tire, you say. As if you don’t know just who exactly you were throwing in my path.”
“No. I haven’t a clue.”
The genuine bewilderment on Aleck’s face convinced him that maybe his brother wasn’t lying.
“Look, Kenzie called and said she was in a bit of a mess and needed me to come out and bring her a tire. She didn’t say she was with anyone.” Aleck placed the bottle of scotch back up on the shelf with the other bottles of spirits. “Fill me in already. Who was with her?”
“Sarah,” Ian finally growled.
“Sorry, who? Tera?”
Ian tipped back the scotch and slammed the glass on the bar. “Sarah.”
“Sarah?” Aleck went still and tilted his head. “As in your Sarah? The good girl you shagged around with in your youth?”
“Aye. That’d be her.” He stared into his empty shot glass, not seeing the drop of
amber liquid, but instead the image of Sarah half-naked in the back of his Camaro. “And I wouldn’t necessarily call her a good girl.”
“Wasn’t she now? One step from the nunnery from the impression I got.” Aleck grinned. “Though I’m sure any corruption she acquired back then came from your doing.”
“Hmm. Maybe.” The single malt scotch had warmed his insides and taken the sharp edges off the memory of his encounter with Sarah.
“So, how was it seeing her again?”
“Oh just fucking fantastic.” He gave a harsh laugh and pushed the empty glass to his brother. “Nearly as fantastic as taking a foot to the balls, I’d imagine.”
“That lovely? Was she mean? Did she go and hurt your feelings?” Aleck teased good-naturedly.
“No.” Ian hesitated, unable to share the humor. “More like I hurt her. I probably said some things I shouldn’t have.”
Aleck nodded. “Well, it wouldn’t be the first time either one of you has let your temper best you. You want another drink?”
“No.” Ian thrust a hand through his hair. “Wait, aye. One more.”
His brother grabbed the bottle and poured another glass. “I’m sorry. But let me guess. She’s fallen toward the ugly side and is as warm and cuddly as a porcupine?”
“Perhaps on the porcupine bit, but she’s not ugly.” He drank the second round. “She’s prettier now, if you can believe it.”
“Hmm. I’m trying to remember her. Short?”
“Petite. And she’d punch you in the stomach if she heard you call her short.”
“Which is probably as high as she can reach,” Aleck mused. “Long black hair, I
“Aye, I remember her hair. She was a pretty thing. Quite exotic. She had that hint of olive skin, but blue eyes. I’m surprised you captured her interest. Back then she was too innocent for the likes of you.”
And maybe still was. He’d calmed down considerably from what he’d been in his teen years. But he wasn’t an idiot. Ian knew his reputation on the island, and his bad boy image hadn’t fully gone away. Then again, he hadn’t done much to dissuade it.
“Will you see her again?”
“I doubt it. I don’t think she cared much for seeing me today, to be honest.”
“Aye, well you didn’t end on the best terms. Am I right?”
No. They certainly hadn’t. Just the memory of it was like taking a two-by-four to the chest. His jaw clenched against the wave of guilt and pain. Both emotions had been violently at war that day—as much as they still were now. Beneath those two emotions had been another one. Bitter disappointment. And it was always there. Hot and dark, running a river of anger through his blood.
He didn’t think about it much. Couldn’t go there in his head, because it was all such a mind fuck.
“There’s a reason the past is behind you.” Aleck’s quiet words resonated through the warm haze the Glennfidich had left.
“Aye. And it’ll stay there, no need to worry about that.”
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Posted by Shelli Stevens
on Tuesday, September 23rd, 2014.
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#TBT A fun scene from my backlist book: The Billionaire’s Baby Bargain!
“You knew who I was all along, didn’t you, Chloe?”
Apparently not. The heaviness in her stomach grew. Rose upward until it filled her throat with tightness. Oh, God. She was missing something. Something big. Just who was Andrés that he’d get so upset about her writing about him?
She shook her head faster. “No. I promise you—”
“I’m usually quite careful,” he continued softly. “Having the women in my bed thoroughly researched ahead of time.”
The women in his bed. And she’d just become one of them.
“A confidentiality contract signed,” he continued. “But you slipped under the radar. And that was your plan all along, wasn’t it, cariño? With that innocent act?”
She blanched, struggling to catch her breath. “No.”
“I’ll bet it was all staged. Bumping into me that night.”
“No.” She jerked away from his grasp, putting distance between them. Each accusation he made stabbed into her like toxic darts.
His eyes glittered with disgust. “And the American attacking you on the beach. Was that arranged as well, cariño? A friend of yours, perhaps? Is that why I’ve been unable to locate him?”
She was going to be sick. The loathing on his face made everything inside her crumple with pain, made it almost impossible to breathe. What kind of woman did he think she was?
Chloe wrapped her arms around her stomach and choked out, “You think I planned that?”
“And why wouldn’t you? Gaining my trust by playing the damsel in distress—giving me access to your body,” he rasped and then gave a slow, cold smile. “In fact, I doubt this is your first time. Do you make it a practice to seduce men to get a story?”
Fury overrode the pain, and she lashed her hand across his face with a tortured cry.
Andrés grabbed her by the wrist and hauled her back against him. “Never make the mistake of hitting me,” he said, his toneturning glacial. “Even if the truth isn’t always pleasant to hear. Were you really so naïve to think you would get away with it?”
Her mouth opened and it was on the tip of her tongue to scream the truth. That she had no idea who the hell he was. That she’d never slept with a man for a story and that he was only the second man she’d ever slept with, period.
But why bother? Why defend herself to a man who was obviously nothing like she’d thought? He’d been an illusion. The passionate, considerate person she’d begun to fall for had just tainted himself with hideous words and accusations. He wasn’t gentle or loving but instead an assuming, ruthless bastard.
Researching the women he sleeps with. She wanted to get sick. Wanted to purge her ridiculous notions of who she’d thought Andrés was.
The only thing he’d gotten right about her was that she was naïve. Her heart clenched and she blinked back tears. God, she was a fool.
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Posted by Shelli Stevens
on Thursday, September 18th, 2014.