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Good-girl Erica Teague is out on bail, charged with a crime her ex-lover committed. Her desperate bid to experience one wild night of sizzling sex, before her trial and certain conviction, lands her in the arms of Lachlan MacTaggart, a hot Scot with a secret past. She can’t resist his offer to enjoy one month of sex and companionship with no strings. But when their hot fling gets personal, can their passion free their imprisoned hearts?
Dangerous in a Kilt is the first book in the Hot Scots series. Upcoming books will feature Lachlan’s equally hot brothers.
I clasped Casey’s collar around his neck, clipped the leash onto it, and pulled the front door open.
I yelped. My heart thrashed against my ribs.
Cliff smiled. “Morning, neighbor.”
Stonewashed blue jeans hugged his hips and another tight T-shirt, this time jade green, stretched over his chiseled chest. The leash fell from my hand.
Casey flung his front paws onto Cliff’s thighs. The man I’d kissed last night scratched my dog behind the ears. Casey, ebullient at the attention, licked Cliff’s arm.
My fantasy Highlander’s smile faltered. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”
Happy? Seriously? I snagged Casey’s collar and dragged him away from Cliff. “Are you stalking me?”
“Stalking?” He scratched his cheek. “I thought to follow you last night to make sure you were all right, but you took off so bloody fast. Might not believe it, but I am an honorable man.”
A panicked laugh hiccupped out of me. “Honorable? Stalking is a crime, buddy.”
My terrifying guard dog hopped up and down on his front feet, his tongue lolling.
“Erica.” Cliff raised his hands, palms out. “I’m trying to be friendly.”
“Go creep out some other random girl you hunted down online.” I pushed Casey out of the doorway with my foot and pulled the door halfway closed. “Leave me alone, Cliff.”
I slammed the door. Casey whined.
“Forget it.” I wagged a finger at him. “Stalkers bad. Dog bite stalkers. Got it? No licking.”
My Highlander’s voice resounded through the door. “Who the bloody hell is Cliff?”
A chill trickled through me. I stared at the door, unable to budge a muscle. How could he not know his own name? The truth reeled through me and the room spun once. I never spoke his name last night. When a stranger acted like he knew me, I’d assumed he was Cliff. But if the Highlander wasn’t Cliff, then who in heaven’s name was he?
One way to find out. I fastened the security chain and eased the door open a few inches.
The Scot lifted one brow. “Cliff?”
“Who are you?”
He offered me his hand. “Lachlan MacTaggart.”