Catherine Bybee
February 17th, 2010, 12:07 AM
Check it out. Kilt Worthy is now available for your Kindle.
http://www.amazon.com/Kilt-Worthy-ebook/dp/B0038HENGO/ref=pd_rhf_p_img_1
Blurb:
Peering at the world from behind her camera lens, "Plain Jane" Parker is stunned to see a handsome hunk wearing a kilt as he confidently strolls down a busy Seattle street. Her dormant libido roars to life even before their eyes meet. Aroused and intrigued, she tosses aside her usual caution and follows when Logan MacLaren beckons for a delightfully sinful one-night stand.
<?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Logan</st1:place></st1:City> is an exceptionally talented lover, wielding the abundant sword he sports beneath his plaid to deliver unparalleled pleasures. He reminds her to trust her instincts after reality proves they're a more perfect fit than either imagined.
Then <st1:City w:st="on">Logan</st1:City> drops his bombshell: He's traveled through time to find her and wants her to stay with him forever...in medieval <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">Scotland</st1:country-region></st1:place>. Did Jane just have the most erotic sex of her life with a delusional crazy man, or is it truly possible for her one-night stand to last forever?<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p>
2nd Excerpt:
“Do you really want to go, Jane? Wouldn’t you<o:p></o:p>
like more than the image on your camera to<o:p></o:p>
remember me by?”<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
How about your firstborn? Damn, where had<o:p></o:p>
that thought come from? It wasn’t like me to have so<o:p></o:p>
many naked thoughts running amok in my head, but<o:p></o:p>
Mr. Kilt was flippin’ gorgeous.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
For the first time in my twenty-three years, I<o:p></o:p>
thought about how delightfully sinful it would be to<o:p></o:p>
share a stranger’s bed, if only for one night. I<o:p></o:p>
couldn’t believe I stood there contemplating a brief<o:p></o:p>
affair but, good God, had I ever been so sexually<o:p></o:p>
charged in all my life? The weight of my attraction<o:p></o:p>
for this man collided with my good sense.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
“What do you have in mind, er…” Geez, Mr.<o:p></o:p>
Fantasy didn’t even have a name. “What was your<o:p></o:p>
name again?”<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
He moved closer. “My name is Logan, <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Logan</st1:place></st1:City><o:p></o:p>
MacLaren.”<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
I watched, surprised, as he lifted my arm and<o:p></o:p>
brought my very lucky hand to his lips. No one had<o:p></o:p>
ever kissed the back of my hand before, but I’d read<o:p></o:p>
about the experience in so many romance novels I<o:p></o:p>
thought I’d know how it would feel. I was wrong.<o:p></o:p>
Warm lips, gently pushing against my skin with<o:p></o:p>
a breath of hot air, made the world around me<o:p></o:p>
disappear. <o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
My eyes locked with his, and his thumb<o:p></o:p>
stroked my wrist with subtle, suggestive circles. My<o:p></o:p>
nipples tightened in response, and my thong, tucked<o:p></o:p>
beneath tight denim, would need to be chucked into<o:p></o:p>
the hamper the minute I got home.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
“You don’t want to rush off, do you, lass?”<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
I instantly shook my head, but words failed me.<o:p></o:p>
Distracted by my unexpected arousal, it was a<o:p></o:p>
wonder I could still stand.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
One corner of his mouth lifted in triumph. “Well<o:p></o:p>
then, follow me.”
Don't own a Kindle? Pick up your e-book at TWRP
http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=175&products_id=717&zenid=cd7247550886bb6a90f697ec58617200
http://www.amazon.com/Kilt-Worthy-ebook/dp/B0038HENGO/ref=pd_rhf_p_img_1
Blurb:
Peering at the world from behind her camera lens, "Plain Jane" Parker is stunned to see a handsome hunk wearing a kilt as he confidently strolls down a busy Seattle street. Her dormant libido roars to life even before their eyes meet. Aroused and intrigued, she tosses aside her usual caution and follows when Logan MacLaren beckons for a delightfully sinful one-night stand.
<?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Logan</st1:place></st1:City> is an exceptionally talented lover, wielding the abundant sword he sports beneath his plaid to deliver unparalleled pleasures. He reminds her to trust her instincts after reality proves they're a more perfect fit than either imagined.
Then <st1:City w:st="on">Logan</st1:City> drops his bombshell: He's traveled through time to find her and wants her to stay with him forever...in medieval <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">Scotland</st1:country-region></st1:place>. Did Jane just have the most erotic sex of her life with a delusional crazy man, or is it truly possible for her one-night stand to last forever?<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p>
2nd Excerpt:
“Do you really want to go, Jane? Wouldn’t you<o:p></o:p>
like more than the image on your camera to<o:p></o:p>
remember me by?”<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
How about your firstborn? Damn, where had<o:p></o:p>
that thought come from? It wasn’t like me to have so<o:p></o:p>
many naked thoughts running amok in my head, but<o:p></o:p>
Mr. Kilt was flippin’ gorgeous.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
For the first time in my twenty-three years, I<o:p></o:p>
thought about how delightfully sinful it would be to<o:p></o:p>
share a stranger’s bed, if only for one night. I<o:p></o:p>
couldn’t believe I stood there contemplating a brief<o:p></o:p>
affair but, good God, had I ever been so sexually<o:p></o:p>
charged in all my life? The weight of my attraction<o:p></o:p>
for this man collided with my good sense.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
“What do you have in mind, er…” Geez, Mr.<o:p></o:p>
Fantasy didn’t even have a name. “What was your<o:p></o:p>
name again?”<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
He moved closer. “My name is Logan, <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Logan</st1:place></st1:City><o:p></o:p>
MacLaren.”<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
I watched, surprised, as he lifted my arm and<o:p></o:p>
brought my very lucky hand to his lips. No one had<o:p></o:p>
ever kissed the back of my hand before, but I’d read<o:p></o:p>
about the experience in so many romance novels I<o:p></o:p>
thought I’d know how it would feel. I was wrong.<o:p></o:p>
Warm lips, gently pushing against my skin with<o:p></o:p>
a breath of hot air, made the world around me<o:p></o:p>
disappear. <o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
My eyes locked with his, and his thumb<o:p></o:p>
stroked my wrist with subtle, suggestive circles. My<o:p></o:p>
nipples tightened in response, and my thong, tucked<o:p></o:p>
beneath tight denim, would need to be chucked into<o:p></o:p>
the hamper the minute I got home.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
“You don’t want to rush off, do you, lass?”<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
I instantly shook my head, but words failed me.<o:p></o:p>
Distracted by my unexpected arousal, it was a<o:p></o:p>
wonder I could still stand.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
One corner of his mouth lifted in triumph. “Well<o:p></o:p>
then, follow me.”
Don't own a Kindle? Pick up your e-book at TWRP
http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=175&products_id=717&zenid=cd7247550886bb6a90f697ec58617200