First Chapter Review: HIS KILT DROPPED HERE by Kathleen Shaputis @nwauthor #Scottish #Romance #firstchapterreview

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Title: HIS KILT DROPPED HERE: A MAGICAL REALISM SCOTTISH ROMANCE
Author: Kathleen Shaputis
Publisher: Clutter Fairy Publishing
Pages: 170
Genre: Magic Realism Scottish Romance

BOOK BLURB:

Rogue Bruce enjoys running a Scottish castle turned bed-and-breakfast with her Aunt Baillie from America. They specialize in hosting romantic Elizabethan-themed weddings, complete with resident ghost, Lord Kai. But love is something Rogue is not the least bit interested in. Content with her work, she requires no male accompaniment for happiness.

A new delivery service brings Bruce MacKenzie, a Thor look-alike in plaid and denim, fetching more than the usual number of groceries from town, while Jonathan Olson, a snobbish, dark, Rhett Butler type, arrives at the castle to administer a writing seminar for aspiring authors. With two men after the heart she’d thought safely locked away, Rogue is flattered and confused. But when things start to take a sinister turn, danger befalls Rogue and those dear to her. The musical soundtrack of Rogue’s life flares from complacent, to dizzyingly romantic, to heart-thumping scary in this sizzling triangle.

FAVORITE QUOTE FROM FIRST CHAPTER:

His baritone voice tickled her ears, causing the breath to catch in her throat as the heat from his grasp flushed in a wave across her face. All she could handle was a weak nod. Staring at his serious face framed with shaggy blond hair, a chill breeze lifted the bangs from his ruddy forehead. His oddly green eyes blinked above a well-freckled nose and broke the spell.

BOOK COVER:

Loved the cover! That has to be Rogue out of her period costume and even the stance greatly epitomizes her sassy attitude.

FIRST CHAPTER REVIEW:

First of all might I say I absolutely am in love with Rogue as a name for a woman character. Just the name alone tells me she's a spitfire. I could be wrong, but that's my first impression. This first chapter tells me I am so on the money. This first chapter opens with Rogue dissing everything - her heels, her Elizabethan wear, everything uncomfortable in her life that day. Like I said, spitfire. See, she helps run a bed and breakfast castle and the costume she has to wear is for a good cause - money in the bank from theme-oriented loving customers. If anyone has ever worn a period costume with layers and layers of cumbersome skirts, petticoats, dresses, what have you, you would understand her discomfort. While she probably has been wearing her costume for awhile and certainly must be used to it by now, something tells me today is just one of those days for her. So, she goes to trip and falls into the arms of a dashing hunk of a man. Turns out this is Bruce who works for a delivery service in town. He's just checking last minute things. She feels he's getting a little too personal with his questions and scoffs him off although deep inside we know where this will eventually go. Or hope to go. Praying for this to go.

This right here:

"The sight of his retreating backside in tight jeans sent a warmth of fiery hormones cloaking her against the dampness of perspiration."

Okay! Was I right?

KEEP READING?

Well I definitely will! Shaputis has impeccable writing skills and imagination. I was totally caught up in it just by reading the first chapter. First, I love bed and breakfast type of settings but it was a haunted castle? I hope there are ghosts along the way, but even not, there is no doubt in my mind that I wouldn't want to be caught up in this wonderfully written Scottish romance.

Pick up your copy!

Amazon → https://amzn.to/3oSL72D

Meet The Author

Kathleen Shaputis, author/ghostwriter, lives in the glorious Pacific Northwest with her husband, Bob, a clowder of cats, two pompously protective Pomeranians with little social aptitude, Brugh and Miss Jazzy, and an overgrown adolescent blue tick coon hound, Juno.

If not writing during her lifestyle in an acre of forest, she keeps busy reading from her never-ending, to-be-read pile and watching romantic comedies. Her hygge in the woods.