A free castle? You know there's got to be a catch. When Chloe Sullivan inherits her Uncle's estate in Scotland, she didn't think it would come with impossible conditions. Fergus Sullivan's will states she must marry a Scot within a month or see her ancestral home auctioned to the highest bidder. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately for Chloe, Fergus has a ready-made groom in mind.
Malcolm MacTavish is everything Chloe could want in a man; handsome, kind, muscled and sporting a panty-melting Scottish accent, but she has no intention of marrying a complete stranger, and every intention of returning to her modern life in New York City as soon as possible. But with Uncle Fergus's command from beyond the grave weighing heavy on her mind, the choice isn't so easy.
What is easy is predicting where this story will go, and the only bad thing about that is how long it takes to get there. For a pair of 30-ish adults, Chloe and Malcolm behave like inexperienced teenagers. While Malcom's bad luck with a former fiancee makes him understandably gun-shy, these two pussyfoot around their very obvious attraction to each other for what feels like forever. However, with the help of a host of meddling townsfolk, they finally do manage to get it done; and when they do, hold on to your bagpipes!
The sex scenes are juicy and satisfying; like finally getting to the toy prize in your Cracker Jack. Worth the wait! Add in some breathtaking descriptions of the Scottish landscape, foods and traditions, this book will have you longing for a Highland fling of your very own. Highly recommended!