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“Great Scot!”
As I contemplated possible topics for my guest post today, I began to think of the types of men who boil my couscous. Almost immediately, I thought of the Scots.
No, I’m not referring to men in my past who’ve borne that moniker. I’m referring to those tartan-clad, rugged men of bonnie Scotland. Anyone who reads any sort of romance lit today will have noticed this trend that refuses to die. Scan any romance book shelf and you will find numerous Highlanders and Scotsmen of every assortment.
Even I’ve been tempted to put pen to paper and create my own Scottish heroes. One’s a mythical Selkie and the other is a centuries-old Pictish vampire. They’re yet to be published so more on them later!
But why? What is it with those Scots anyway?
Firstly, it must be the kilts. Throw a similar garment on any other man and you just have a guy in a skirt. But clothe a Scot in his clan tartan…oh my. To be able to wear such ceremonial attire, a man has to ooze confidence. Scottish swagger, if you will. Tremendously appealing.
To say nothing of easy access.
Secondly, the Scots tend to be a hearty bunch. Google footage from any Highland games and you will always find a beefy Scotsman tossing a caber. There’s nothing more intriguing than seeing those muscled specimens handling their massive logs! Nudge, wink!
And then we have the accent. Now, there are lots of dreamy accents out there. As a Canadian lass, I can usually be reduced to mush by the dulcet tones of an Englishman, an Aussie or a variety of Europeans. But a Scottish brogue? Heaven! I think it’s because they roll their ‘r’s’ to deliciously. It makes me think they know how to use their tongues!
Finally, I’ve never met a Scotsman who doesn’t possess a good sense of humour or a twinkle in his eye. That knowing glint, that cheeky grin. Put it together with the afore-mentioned traits and you have a weapon of womanly destruction.
Is there a type of man out there who sets your heart to racing? I’d love to know and compare notes. Send me a comment!
Just get your paws off my Scotsman.
{/boxplus}Conservator Maia Douglas is an expert on ancient Greece and its mythology. She would never tell anyone at the museum where she works, but she's always had a secret crush on the mythical Eryx, Greek god of love. There is nothing she loves more than to tend to her favorite statue of him, and her nighttime dreams are filled with luscious images of Eryx making love to her.
One day, the peace at Maia's beloved museum is shattered when a new director arrives. A man who looks exactly like her image of Eryx. As Maia watches, he manages to upset her ordered museum world, at the same time he inflames her with unwanted desire.
Maia does not know that her new boss is actually the god Eryx, disguised as a mortal so he may work in antiquities. Although he is the god of love, he has forsaken his sexual nature because of a curse that has killed any woman he's dared to love. Though he fights it, Eryx is drawn to Maia with a force he's never experienced in a thousand years. But can he convince her of his true identity? And can he protect her from a vengeful goddess who seeks her destruction?
{/boxplus}Juliet Baker is not looking forward to coming home after six months. Yes, the fiery brunette wants to make a go of turning her parents' farmhouse into a B&B. She’s just not looking forward to seeing the place where they died. To make things worse, she knows she'll finally have to face her cheating, firefighter ex-boyfriend.
Luckily, her sister has found Jules a boarder. Easy money, right? Not when she realizes the boarder is Captain Shane Gaskill. Not only is Shane a firefighter, he’s the town's hot new fire captain.
Jules is determined to hate all firefighters. After all, the men of that precious brotherhood protected her cheating ex. Shane, however, proves he’s different from the start. He's protective and kind, and she can't stop looking at his smoking, Viking-hot body. She learns, though, that Shane isn't so willing to love again either. He's been hurt, too. They both fight the sexual chemistry, and resulting tenderness, between them. But when a stalker begins to target Jules, they realize they can't fight their desire forever.
As the threats escalate, Shane and Jules are thrown together. The resulting passion overwhelms them. But are they willing to trust each other and surrender to the flames of love?
