Lethal in a Kilt (Hot Scots Book 7) by Anna Durand
ABOUT THE BOOK
He’s lethally seductive, always in control — until now.
I hate Logan MacTaggart. A mature single mom shouldn’t say things like that, but I can’t help it. Every rude word that comes out of his mouth makes me want to slug him. Or rip his clothes off. Sometimes both. His secret agent past is classified, but I don’t like secrets. So why can’t I keep my hands off him?
Serena Carpenter is a bitch. Every time she slaps me and calls me disgusting, I want to drag her into the nearest dark corner and show her exactly how rude I can be. I’m a spy, a killer, and a womanizer. I should stay away, but I can’t stop myself. I want Serena, but it’s just sex. So why does it get harder and harder to keep my distance?
If Logan and I didn’t work together, maybe we could stay away from each other. But I see him every day, and the more I see him the more I crave that infuriating man. It’s not fair for a jerk to be so hot and irresistible. So what if I’m starting to see something more in him, something I don’t want to see–the real man under the tough guy cover. We’re completely wrong for each other. But maybe…
He’s the rough and tumble James Bond sort; she’s the nurturing widow and single mother… and the matchmaking begins.
His casual posture belied the vigilance he always conveyed, like he was on guard at every moment for bad guys who might attack. These days, the focus of his vigilance seemed to be me.
Serena Carpenter’s disdain for retired MI6 agent Logan MacTaggart is understandable with his arrogant and crude ways, but she can’t deny he’s hot. When her boss and Logan’s cousin, Evan, hires him to head his security team, Serena is appointed Logan’s company tour guide which leads to interesting liaisons in various parts of the building. Why is she so attracted to this jerk?
My married cousins would do anything, probably even commit felonies, to get me married off next. The American Wives Club, as the Yankee partners of my cousins called themselves, had made me their official mission.
Logan MacTaggart is bored at his new job, so he’s having fun pestering his cousin’s harpy assistant, Serena, by seducing her despite her apparent dislike of him. Why is he suddenly so attracted to her and why is he opening up to her about his past?
I love Anna Durand’s books. They are full of hot sex, adventure, and so much laughter. I found myself laughing-out-loud at the antics of the Witches of Ballachulish (Logan’s sisters) and the hilarious flirting and sexy banter between Serena and Logan. Of course, the sex scenes are hot and I will never look at a copy room the same again. In addition, I enjoyed the love between Evan and Keely and the MacTaggart family dynamic.
Though this is book 7 in the Hot Scots series, it reads well as a standalone. I plan to read the rest in this series and look forward to Alex and Catriona’s story which is a teaser in this book. Recommend highly!
Thank you to Ms. Durand for giving me the opportunity to read this book with no expectation of a positive review.
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Available February 28, 2020
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Anna Durand loves romance, men in kilts, and cheesecake. Not always in that order. She slaves away every day writing about sexy people doing sexy things together, with heart and humor and sometimes with suspense. With paranormal stories, she explores the darker side of romance. With contemporary romance, she delves into the emotional side of love and sensuality.
Readers and reviewers have blessed Anna’s books with wonderful reviews, giving her a nice glowy feeling that she’s doing something right. Her books have become bestsellers on every major retail site, hitting #1 multiple times. The Hot Scots series remains Anna’s personal favorite and a favorite among her fans. Who can resist a hunky Scotsman?
Anna also has a master’s degree in library science, so naturally, she made Calli in Wicked in a Kilt a librarian too. For twelve years and counting, Anna has run a cataloging services company that creates cataloging-in-publication data for other authors and publishers. And when she’s not doing that or writing, you’ll find her binging on audiobooks, playing with puppies, or crafting handmade jewelry.
I cleared my throat, pushed my chair back, and stood. “Evan expects me to show you around and tell you all about the company. How we do things. Stuff like that.”
He straightened and spread his arms. “I’m all yours, Mrs. Carpenter.”
“Just call me Serena.”
“All right, but only if you call me Logan.”
Had I ever used his first name when I was looking at him, speaking to him? I didn’t think I had. That made his request seem bizarrely…arousing.
I grabbed a folder off my desk, the one emblazoned with the logos of Evanescent Security Technologies Limited and its American subsidiary, Vic’s Electronics Superstores LLC. Vic’s still had only one store, but Evan and Keely planned to expand it into a chain. I offered the folder to Logan. “Here’s your orientation packet. It includes a map of the building, names and extensions for all the people you might need to contact, and some other stuff.”
“Other stuff?” He leaned his hip against my desk. “Do tell, Serena. I’m already mesmerized.”
So that was his game. Pretend to be nice while inserting the occasional sarcastic jab. At least, I assumed he was being sarcastic with his “mesmerized” comment. What exactly did he hope to accomplish? Driving me nuts would only drive me to murder him.
“The other stuff,” I said, “is our dress code and rules of conduct, plus our policies concerning sexual harassment, ethics, and the handling of sensitive information.”
“I imagine I’ve already violated some of the rules.” He glanced at the folder in his hand but didn’t open it. “Never been terribly concerned with propriety.”
No shit. “What rules do you think you’ve broken?”
He came around the desk to me and leaned in a little. “I’ve been sexually harassing you, haven’t I? And I plan to keep doing it.”
“What if I sue you?”
“Go on. I don’t mind.”
I shook my head. “You don’t mind being sued? What about losing your job?”
“Lawsuits don’t frighten me and losing this job wouldn’t devastate me.” He traced a line down my jaw with his fingertip, the touch delicate. “Seducing you will be worth any legal annoyances.”
Who called getting sued a legal annoyance? He seemed genuinely unfazed by the prospect.
“You won’t be seducing me,” I said. “I will never sleep with you. Get that through your granite skull. No sex. Not ever.”
He took half a step back. “Kissing is acceptable, though.”
“No, it is not.”
“You not only let me kiss you last night, but you kissed me back. Passionately.”
“I was—Never mind. Follow me.” I spun on my heels and headed for the hallway. “This is your official tour of Evanescent’s US headquarters. Listen up, keep your trap shut unless you have a relevant question, and do not stare at my ass.”
“Afraid I can’t adhere to any of those rules.” He caught up to me and squeezed my bottom. “Feel free to submit a sexual harassment complaint to the CEO.”
“Complaints go to human resources.”
“Send it there too.” He walked alongside me, his gaze steadily on my face. “I’m working here because Evan asked me to. The job has nothing to do with seducing you. I’ll be doing that either way.”