Everyone knows how important first impressions are, aye?
Grant MacQuarrie, the hero of my recent release HERO OF A HIGHLAND WOLF,
wants badly to make a strong first impression on my heroine—he wants to scare
her off! Colleen Playfair wishes to claim her inheritance, a Scottish castle in
the highlands. But she is an American, what could she possibly know about
managing such a large estate. Grant knows. His people have been taking care of
the land for generations. As far as he's concerned, the sooner Colleen leaves,
And here you thought he would try to make an impression to woo the lass! Nay,
just the opposite. And so, Grant has it all worked out with his Highland wolf
pack. They will get all greased up, bare-chested, swing hefty swords, and wear
kilts—voila! The lass will take one look at all the ferocious fighting and she
won't last long. Problem solved. Everything can go on as it has for centuries.
So this is the plan:
Grant's triplet brothers, Enrick and Lachlan, joined him as they
watched the men gathering in the inner bailey. Everyone was dressed in kilts and
no shirts. Grant had figured they would look even more fearsome that way when
the lass arrived. Their muscled shoulders and torsos were oiled, their skin
glistening—making them appear as though they’d been fighting for some time
previously. Their swords and dirks were at the ready as they waited for word to
start, joking and laughing with each other in the meantime.
One hand resting on the hilt of his sword, Enrick, the middle triplet, shook his
head, his tawny blond hair tousled by the wind as he stared down at the gathered
men. “Seems you’re going to a lot of trouble to make the lass think we’re
warlike barbarians in an attempt to scare her away. Or make her think she has no
say in what we do.”
“I’m hoping this will be enough,” Grant said, giving Lachlan a scowl as his
youngest brother—by fifteen minutes—grinned, his dark brown hair curlier than
Grant’s and Enrick’s, his eyes the darkest brown of the three. He was also the
most lighthearted, not as serious as the rest of them. Except in
Ahhh, the perfect first impression to get the job done right, aye?
Colleen drove into the inner bailey and saw the sight she had tried
to envision on the way here. But nothing had prepared her for this. Hot, hot,
hot men in kilts with oiled abs, pecs, and bare legs, and wearing leather
boots—some ancient, others more modern. The men were absolutely drool worthy!
The only thing she regretted was that she hadn’t been given the opportunity to
oil them down.
She even considered stopping some of the sparring men and offering to rub oil on
any spots they had missed, just to show they didn’t intimidate her.
She parked and just stared out the window, jaw dropping as she watched the men
slashing at each other with humongous swords, the metal clanking and the sound
reverberating off the castle walls. She was dumbfounded and enthralled. This was
nothing like the movies, or even the Renaissance fairs or Celtic fests she’d
attended. The battling men were so close up and real. And so many of them. Maybe
But despite Grant and his clans's best efforts, Colleen refuses to leave her
birthright. She arrives, more than ready to take Grant on. (In fact, after
seeing his bare chest—among other things—she is more than ready to battle with
the stubborn alpha.) Even though she doesn't know all the plays he intends to
make, she is still ready. She is an alpha and a strong leader. Someone who knows
how to take charge as well as compromise...which are important skills when
facing down a greased up, sword wielding, sexy highland shifter!
Okay, so see how important first impressions are? Really, really important. What
might you have done differently to make the right kind of impression? If you
were Colleen, how would you have handled the situation?
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