A couple years back, I headed to the local Renaissance fest with two pals and - fueled perhaps by one too many tankards of mead - decided at some point it would be a Very Good Idea to conduct a photo survey while there of handsome young men in kilts. From the waist down.
As you can see here, the subjects of my piece were good sports indeed, happy to
give a pathetic middle-aged romance reader a thrill aid a media professional in her photojournalistic endeavor to capture the very essence of the appeal of men kilted in plaids.
For as any romance fan knows, the bloody Sassenachs may have spanked the Scots at Culloden Moor, but a well-hung Scot skirt trumps a buckskin-breeched Brit any day - especially December 25. So in honor of Bonnie Prince Charlie - and out of a burning desire to bring you news of as many holiday reads as possible - allow me to introduce you to the sexy, strapping, yet slightly out-of-the-extraordinary kilted Celts of the new "Highlander Christmas " anthology.
In Dawn Halliday's "Winter Heat," Maggie MacDonald escapes the abusive man to whom she's been promised, only to end up lost and nearly frozen during a savage blizzard. Luckily Highlander Logan Douglas stumbles upon her as he's looking for shelter on his way home from a bloody battle. Forced to bide time 'til the storm passes, they find more than happenstance may have drawn them together - and kept them on their own and lonely until now.
Sophie Renwick's heroine, 19th c miss, Isobel MacDonald, has sighted a majestic white hart many times since she was a child, and its current appearance seems to be an omen for mystical change. When Prince Daegan uses his own brand of mysticism to lure Isobel from the safety of her home into the enchanted woods in which he freely roams, both will make sweet sacrifices to share the love and passion that appear to have been fated for them in a magickal sort of "Yuletide Enchantment."
And Cindy Miles' "A Christmas Spirit" brings present-day MacDonald clanswoman Paige MacDonald face to face with a 900-year-old, plaid-draped Scottish warrior haunting the castle where she's been stranded - and in which he was murdered on Christmas Eve centuries earlier. Despite the fact that they can't touch, Gabriel Munro has no trouble getting Paige to feel the love. Yet when the two are ready to take their relationship to the next level - if they can figure out the logistics of that - Paige's distant past catches up with Gabriel's, and threatens to ruin whatever future they're intent on creating.
While nothing beats an up-close-and-personal, kilted-Scotsman experience, I must tell you: Three sexy Scots in the hand at Christmas time are very nearly as much fun.
What is it about kilted Highlanders that makes them ripe for paranormal romance hijinks?
Does the underestimated bluestocking trump the Ugly Duckling heroine in today's romance? Check out "Losers in Love" at Unabashedly Bookish and tell me what you think!