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His Lass Wears Tartan by Kathleen Shaputis

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His Lass Wears Tartan
Kathleen Shaputis

Genre: Paranormal romantic comedy

Publisher:  Crimson Romance

Date of Publication:  June 20, 2016


Number of pages: 186 pages
Word Count: 57,000

Book Description: 

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
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
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
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,

“You.” His warm
breath caressed her cheek, making her blink. She waited for him to continue.

About the Author:

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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