You know those Scottish bad boys--they don't wear anything under their kilts, and who would want them to Now, USA Today bestselling author Donna Kauffman introduces the Chisholm brothers, three of the sexiest lads ever to leave a woman hungry for more...
There are no customer reviews available at this time. Would you like to write a review?
February 28, 2006
Number of Print Pages*
Adobe DRM EPUB
* Number of eBook pages may differ. Click here for more information.
Excerpt from Bad Boys in Kilts by Donna Kauffman
' This place isn ' t big enough for the both of us. ' Kat Henderson wiped her hands on the already grimy rag hanging from a loop on her coveralls. She glared across the cobblestone square as Daisy MacDonnell flipped the OPEN sign over in the small stationery shop that sat catty-corner to the Hendersons ' own motor-body repair business. ' Call me Daisy Mac, ' Kat mimicked, remembering how Daisy ' all perky American perkiness ' had introduced herself several weeks back upon taking over the place for her late aunt, Maude.
Of course, if that sign in the window was the only thing Daisy was flipping in Glenbuie, Kat would have been first in line to welcome their newest resident to their small, eastern highland village. Every male in all of Tayside, it seemed, had been panting after the Yank since the moment she ' d stepped out of that hired car.
' Come now, ' her father urged. ' Enough of that. Hand me that wrench. This bastard is being a stubborn stick in the arse if ever there was one. '
Kat absently handed over the wrench, her thoughts still on the American interloper.
' If you ask me, I say you go over and befriend the enemy, ' her father said conversationally, between grunts as he tried to loosen whatever it was that was stuck now. Given the condition of the old Cooper he was working on, it wouldn ' t surprise Kat if the whole undercarriage was permanently welded together with ancient axle grease and decades worth of dried manure. Only Hinky Thomas would think a Mini Cooper capable of being used as a farm vehicle.
' Make nice with her Why on earth would I do something like that '
' Do you a sight more good than standing here, shooting fiery beams of hell through her front door, that much I do know. '
Kat muttered something under her breath, and reluctantly pulled her gaze away from Maude ' s shop. She took the wrench when he waggled it back up at her, then handed him a rag when he asked for one.
' You can ' t blame the lads for sniffin ' about now, either, ' he went on. ' Of course they ' re going to do a bit of ogling and the like. She ' s a might bit younger than most of the single lasses about town, yourself excluded. She ' s not hard on the eyes, and besides that, she ' s ' '