Mad About Plaid

By Kam McKellar

In Kam McKellar’s fun, sexy contemporary Scottish romance, Ian MacLaren—retired U.S. soldier turned Innkeeper is keeping his family legacy going. He and his brothers have moved to Scotland to farm the land, restore and rent out cottages, and convert the west wing of the five-hundred year old Balmorie Castle into a guest house. The last thing on his mind is a Highland romance. But tell that to his first visitor...

Lucy Walker isn’t a travel writer, but she’s taking her cousin’s place and going to Scotland anyway. Why she gets talked into these things, she doesn’t know. But what she does know is that Ian MacLaren is not the type of Innkeeper she was expecting. Her plan to take notes and record all of Balmorie’s amenities, so her cousin can then write a review, becomes more and more difficult to do when she has her very own Scottish Highlander as her tour guide. One who soon finds out the sexy travel writer isn’t who she claims to be...

Mad About Plaid is the first in the author’s MacLarens of Balmorie series of humorous, fast-paced, short contemporary romances with a Scottish Highland twist. The full series:

1. Mad About Plaid
2. A Scot Like You
3. The Trouble with Kilts
4. Any Scot of Mine

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kam McKellar
• Release date: May 10, 2014
• ISBN: 9780988522527

Kam McKellar

Kam McKellar writes sexy contemporary romance. She has a thing for sweets, accents, kilts, and men in uniform. She hopes to one day inherit her very own castle from a long, lost relative. Nothing wrong with dreaming big! :D Her series, The MacLarens of Balmorie, features the MacLaren brothers, ex-US soldiers turned Innkeepers, who move to the Highlands of Scotland to keep their ancestral legacy going. They're farming the land, restoring and renting out cottages, and converting the west wing of the five hundred year old Balmorie Castle into a guest house. The last thing on their mind is love. But tell that to their first three visitors... The series, in order, is available now: MAD ABOUT PLAID A SCOT LIKE YOU THE TROUBLE WITH KILTS ANY SCOT OF MINE To learn more about Kam and find out when the next MacLaren book is available, visit her at www.kammckellar.com.

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MAD ABOUT PLAID

MAD ABOUT PLAID

Copyright © 2013 by Kam McKellar

Excerpt of A Scot Like You, Copyright © by Kam McKellar

Excerpt of Outside The Lines, Copyright © by Bella Love

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ISBN: 978-0-9885225-2-7

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Chapter 1

She was lost.

And from the look of things, stuck on the shoulder of a single-track road deep in the Scottish countryside, it was doubtful another soul would be passing by soon. Unless sheep counted. There were plenty of those to go around, dotting the green hillside like hundreds of fluffy marshmallows under an ominous gray sky.

Lucy's stomach clenched into a hungry knot, a bag of marshmallows sounding pretty good right about then. With a wistful sigh, she returned her attention to the map. The last town was nearly five miles back.

Five. Long. Miles.

Perfect.

Once again, she'd allowed Riley to talk her into another wild scheme, and this time it had been covering for her cousin at work. What did Lucy know about travel writing? She'd never been beyond the Eastern seaboard—a failure in and of itself seeing as how she'd once planned to see the world.

Damn it, Riley, she muttered, wondering how many times she'd said those words in relation to her cousin. Thousands, probably.

She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help wishing Riley a likewise crappy day. A pimple on her perfect skin. Frizz erupting through her gorgeous hair. It was the least she deserved.

And while Lucy was at it, she might as well add the woman who'd met her at the airport to the growing list of offenders. The lovely Grace Lindsay who'd bought her lunch, taken her shopping for real Scottish clothes, and had rented Lucy her very own mini car for the trek to Balmorie Estate & Guest House.

I put together the Lindsay and MacLaren Tartans, Grace had said beyond the changing room door during their shopping detour. We'd be honored if you wear them.

Hurting someone's feelings and country pride was the last thing Lucy had wanted to do her first day in Scotland, so she walked out of the shop in blue and green checkered slacks criss-crossed with lines of black, yellow, and red, paired with a green, red, and blue sweater.

Grace Lindsay, with her cool Scottish accent, bright red hair, freckles, and faulty directions was the reason Lucy was currently dressed like Willy Wonka on the golf course. In the case of the matching plaid cap with the fuzzy red pompom on the top, which Grace had also bought for her, Lucy had shoved it into her backpack vowing silently that hell would freeze over before she'd wear it.

Could be worse.

It could always be worse. In fact, Lucy and 'could be worse' were intimately acquainted. Yet another often-used phrase in her life.

Resigned to the fact she'd have to leave her gas-deprived rental—whose gas gauge was obviously broken since it still indicated a full tank—and walk back to the last town, she grabbed her backpack off the passenger seat, praying that the remainder of her vacation would be just as she'd envisioned; peaceful and inspiring—the total opposite of the adventure Grammy Lin and her cousins envisioned with a string of hunky Scotsmen. It had been over a year since her last relationship. If there was a perfect time for a wild, irresponsible fling, it was now, or so they'd claimed, even going so far as to tuck several condoms into her carry-on bag.

Lucy didn't even want to think about the look on Reverend Atwater's face, the friendly missionary who sat next to her on the plane, when she'd pulled out a shiny foil-wrapped Mammoth Man while looking for her eye drops to which he'd asked hopefully, Ooh, is that chocolate?

Having to explain it wasn't exactly chocolate, she'd quietly searched her carry-on for more surprises, vowing to strangle both Gram, Kate, and Riley when she returned home. A fitting punishment, she decided, after discovering a handful of the shiny foil chocolates in her carry-on.

And not a single Median Man or Mini Man.

Mammoth Mans were a joke. If they were that desperate for her to find a man, they could have at least been realistic.

Lucy was surprised Kate hadn't tucked their treasured copy of Grammy Lin's Highlander's Harlot into her bag. Lucy still remembered the day they'd found 'Double H' on Gram's front porch swing and read it in the bedroom fort they'd made upstairs. And oh boy had it ever been enlightening. Scandalous, hysterical, amazing. She, Riley, and Kate had laughed so hard. They'd gone wide-eyed and quiet. Embarrassed and confused. Heartsick and hopeful for Alastair and Fiona.

Their love of heroes and all things Scottish had begun that day thanks to Gram's love of highland romances.

As she smiled at the memory, a splat of rain hit the tip of her nose.

No. No way.

Lucy tipped her head back and eyed the dark clouds gathering above her. Another raindrop smacked her forehead. This was not happening.

An ominous moment went by before the water-laden clouds gave way. In seconds she was drenched, her hair flattened against her head. Freaking perfect. A sharp laugh escaped her wet lips. Luck had never seen her through before. Why should it start now? The awful cap with the red pompom was still secure in her backpack. With a defeated sigh and a glare at the heavens, Lucy shoved it on her head and continued walking—no, slopping—down the muddy track.

Hell had officially frozen over.

Should her bad luck continue, at least the bright red beacon on her head would visible from the rescue plane.

Despite it being May, the rain was cold and it coated her clothes and skin until she felt like a walking icicle. Not a single car had come by. Or a tractor. Or a person. Not even a marshmallow.

Her gut clenched again with hunger. The thought of a warm meal, hot shower, and a soft bed was the only thing that kept one foot in front of the other. Just make it back to town. That's all she had to do. Five miles. Easy right?

After two steep hills Lucy started having second thoughts about it being easy.

As she crested a third breath-stealing hill, a deer leapt across the road. She stopped and watched its retreat, letting out a surprised oath at what she saw in the distance.

Talk about picture perfect.

A small L-shaped castle, with what looked like a Victorian-era addition complete with high peaks and Gothic windows, sat in the nicest spot tucked between the base of low hill and a long, thin loch. Tidy outbuildings surrounded the place and a well-tended lawn curved down to a tiny pebble beach.

Now this was what she'd come for.

A slow smile spread across her face. Scotland. Castles. Lochs. Yeah, life was definitely looking up. There were two cars in the driveway and a few dim lights in the windows. It looked to be a half-mile away or so. If she left the muddy track, made a shortcut over the pasture, through the woods, she figured she'd be there in no time. And it sure as hell was closer than five miles back to town...

Ian MacLaren stood in front of the parapet wall, the collar of his barn jacket turned up against the chilly mist of rain. To the west, a shaft of sunlight broke through the clouds, illuminating the wet, rolling landscape and making it glow. It was his favorite kind of sunset, just after the rain when the air went soft and hazy, the color of grass turned emerald, and the loch became a giant mirror, reflecting everything off its surface.

God, he'd missed this place.

He'd been here for six months now and it still struck him how much he'd missed it, how much memories of his summers here calmed his mind during some of the toughest times in his life. His grandfather had left it all to Ian and his two younger brothers. The house, the land. Everything was theirs.

From his vantage point four stories above the ground, he could see most of the estate stretched out before him. Sheep and cattle grazed peacefully, unaffected by the beauty around them. Tidy rental

Reviews for Mad About Plaid

[Nancy · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

This book left me with the feeling that love at first sight does happen and that HEA endings might occur if both parties involved admit it and act on the love that is blossoming between them.