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!
Sleeping with her boss can only lead to trouble. And pleasure.
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.