‘Take it. It’s yours. Go have an adventure.’
Zoe’s done playing it safe. When she inherits a cabin in a remote corner of Scotland, she ditches the big city and heads for the Highlands. But reality soon strikes. The roof leaks, there’s no front door, and her scorching hot neighbor wants her out.
Rory’s a grumpy man-bear with nothing but problems. Kinloch castle is falling apart, and if he can’t make it profitable, he’s out of a job. He dreams of a quiet life, alone in the cabin he loved as a child, but a fire-cracker’s moved in and turned his world upside down.
Rory may want Zoe out of Scotland but she has no intention of leaving. As they clash over the cabin, things start heating up. Are they about to spark the hottest winter Scotland’s ever seen, or is everything about to come crashing down around them?
Let the games begin…
Highland Games is a steamy, slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers, laugh-out-loud romantic comedy, with no cheating, no cliff-hanger, and a guaranteed happy ever after (HEA)
The castle loomed over the small village, its tall granite walls touching the sky and casting a domineering shadow over the nearby buildings. Zoe brought out her phone to take some snaps for Instagram and made her way to the back of the castle, the ‘tradesman’s entrance’ as Willie
described it. It was the more human back door, where for hundreds of years the servants came to and fro, along with the animals, delivery carts, wood, and everything else needed to maintain the front of the house in opulent splendour.
As she walked down the narrow street next to the high wall, she could see the opening up ahead. The gates had long gone but the cobbles of the courtyard remained, gently spilling out to meet tarmac and double yellow lines. The sound of wood splitting echoed towards her and she rounded the corner with a spring and a smile before stopping dead.
The courtyard was old and utilitarian. Part car park, part workshop. A place for work and dumping things for dealing with later or never. But it was also a place where the heavens had opened and flung out a god. To the side of the courtyard, facing away from her was Thor’s better proportioned brother. Thor got the hammer, but this guy got an axe. He was splitting wood with ease and precision, his movements effortless and exact, a fusion of man, metal and wood.
He was shirtless, wearing faded trousers and brown leather work boots that looked so used he must sleep in them. His body appeared chiselled from golden marble, with not an ounce of fat to hide his perfection. Zoe watched, mesmerised, as he casually swung the axe down, his muscles moving in exquisite harmony. She stared at the expanse of his back and arms, a body
created by work outdoors, not pumped up in a city gym, his hair, wavy and wild, skeins of dark honey and gold, almost grazing his shoulders. She felt dizzy, discombobulated, a ringing sounded in her ears as her unconscious mind and hormones roared into life. She shook her head, confused by her body’s reaction to the sight in front of her.
He bent over to pick up another log and Zoe’s eyes slid down to the peachy perfection of his backside. She started to breathe faster, her jaw slack, her mouth dry and her heart pounding. He might have had a face like a dog’s dinner but she didn’t care. She would just worship his back, and arms, and bum, and – oh no. It was happening again. Not now!
When faced with stressful social situations, Zoe’s default reaction was to laugh. The more inappropriate the situation, the more hysterical she became. Zoe was the child who laughed like a hyena at funerals, who wet herself laughing when her elderly neighbour was carted off in an
ambulance with a broken arm. It was embarrassing, uncontrollable and socially unacceptable. The sight of the most incredible man (back half) she had ever seen started out as hyperventilation and then careered out of control into a screeching car crash of a laugh.
The god turned around, still holding the axe. Zoe had a glimpse of a ten pack of abs before she doubled over, one hand clapped to her mouth trying to disguise the hysteria as a coughing fit. He put down the axe and pulled on a faded plaid shirt, slowly and deliberately doing up the buttons from the top to the bottom. It was a striptease in reverse but Zoe had never seen anything quite so erotic before. She had to get control of herself. She needed this guy’s wood.
I need this guy’s wood… she thought, compressing her lips and eyes = together so tightly that her hysteria had no other exit than her nose. She snorted so hard her eyes watered from the pain and then the fake cough to cover it up made her throat raw.
Still, Thor patiently waited.
‘I’m so sorry!’ she gasped. ‘Something caught in my throat!’
Get it together! She inwardly screamed as she straightened up, looked the stranger in the eyes and brought herself back under some semblance of control.
As her gaze met his, she felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body. They were the eyes of a wolf, the ice blue of a glacier, rimmed with grey, striations of silver shooting out from bottomless black irises. They held her as the rest of the world dropped away. She took in the pure maleness of him; his features strong and powerful, a slight bump on his nose from being broken, full lips, high cheekbones, all set in the bronzed face of someone who lived his life under the open skies. His hair was a golden shaggy mess and had clearly not seen a brush for years, yet Zoe wanted to reach her hands up to the side of his head, run her hands through it and bring his mouth crushing down on hers…
Brace yourself Scotland, Hollywood’s coming…
Rory’s found the love of his life but can he be sure Zoe feels the same? What can he offer her when his job’s on the line, and his mother’s out to destroy her? When Hollywood superstar, Brad Bauer, shows up wanting to film Braveheart 2 at Kinloch castle, it seems like the answer to all his prayers. However, there’s a catch.
Zoe’s had a crush on Brad since she was a teen. Now he’s here, hotter than ever, and convinced he was married to her in a past life. As Hollywood descends on the tiny village of Kinloch, it’s not just the castle that’s under siege.
A mystical holy man, a sexy starlet, an intense megastar and a couple pushed to the edge. Can Rory navigate the glitter storm and keep his eye on the prize, or by saving the estate, is he about to lose the best thing that’s ever happened to him?
Hollywood Games is a steamy, love conquers all, laugh-out-loud romantic comedy, with no cheating, no cliff-hanger, and a guaranteed happy ever after (HEA). It can be read as a standalone but is most enjoyed after reading Highland Games.
When Hollywood meets the Highlands, things will never be the same again...
She might have made it to Hollywood, but he’s about to show her what she’s missed…
When actress Valentina arrives in Scotland to film Braveheart 2, she’s at breaking point. Driven by demons, she’s worked without a break since she was a teen and can’t stop now. Everyone she loves depends on her. But something’s missing. Despite all the glitter and glamor, she’s never really lived.
Bodyguard Charlie’s lived too much. With looks and charm, he should have it all, but he’s broken. Estranged from his family, sacked from his job, and with nothing left to lose, he flies to the Highlands to help his best friend protect Kinloch castle from a crazy Hollywood film crew. But falling hard for a movie star isn't in his contract.
Valentina’s never met anyone like Charlie. When he suggests she take a holiday from life, she’s tempted to step out of her comfort zone and live a little. He sweeps her into a world of skinny dipping, laughter and blinding passion. But as fun crosses the line into love, disaster bursts their bubble. Can they let go of the past and find a future together? Or is this just a Highland fling?
Kissing Games is a steamy, laugh-out-loud romantic comedy, with no cheating, no cliff-hanger, and a guaranteed happy ever after (HEA).
Evie Alexander is the author of sexy romantic comedies with a very British sense of humour. She takes a method approach to her work, believing her capacity to repeatedly fail at life and love is what has given her such a rich supply of material for her writing.
Her interests include reading, eating, saving the world, and fantasising about people who only exist between the pages of her books. She lives in the West country with her family.
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