Ever since Lady Grace Walsingham discovered her uncle and sister are spies for the Crown, she has yearned for adventure. She's counting the days until she can leave barbaric Scotland behind, even if she must endure Highland captain Fagan Murray's company for weeks.Men. In. Kilts. Really this is kinda like sweaty Marines rolling around in the grass. I'm all on board with a little look-see at that. Plus the gorgeous cover? Is an actual review really needed?? heh
Fagan has a simple mission: escort the haughty Lady Grace back to England. But nothing is ever easy. The sharp-tongued woman needles him at every turn. But when a menacing threat follows them on their journey, Fagan's grudging tolerance for Grace turns to respect...and into a perilous attraction that could seal their fate.
Type: Historical Romance
Heat: 2.5 out of 5
Rating: 4 out of 5
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Okay so a burly Scottish captain of the guard who isn't so fond of English lasses. An English lass who would rather be ANYWHERE than surrounded by brutish kilt wearing Highlanders. And the cursed luck that her sister married his laird. Bwahaha oh the scuffle these two are in as they poke and prod and drive each other absolutely batty just by breathing. And of course being all hot and tempting.
She gave him a warm smile. "Please don't worry about me. I'm fine. Will your men all fit in the barn? You're all drenched.I had a fun time with this one. I love those near enemies to lovers storylines. Lady Grace was a handful. She definitely let her opinions be know, was a little reckless and jumped into things before thinking but I liked her and her spirit. And Fagan. *noms* again. Seriously. Alpha male. Kilts. Pure sexy goodness.
"My men have slept in worse." When she shook off the rain from her skirts, he laughed. "Ye're barely wet."
"Yes, I must thank you for--"
Before she could finish her words, he shook like a dog and sprayed her with water.
"Thank you for that."
"'Tis my pleasure, lass."
He lifted his hand and grabbed the back of his tunic, pulling it over his head one-handed. When his eyes met hers, she didn't realize that she needed to lift her fallen jaw. His bare chest glistened in the firelight, and every line of his body was defined. She imagined her fingers exploring every single crevice of his hard flesh.
"Are ya going to stand there and stare at me, or are ye going to take my tunic and hang it by the fire?"
She pursed her lips. "Actually, I was going to just stand here and stare at you, but I suppose I could hang up your tunic." He gave her the garment and she placed it near the fire on a nail in the wall.
When she turned back around, he had covered himself with the blanket. She couldn't say she was pleased that he was now hidden from view, but at least he had some sense because she certainly did not.
There's a bit of suspense as mercenaries arrive on the scene and cause trouble. As secrets are revealed and Grace's life is put in danger. It could be a bit gory now and again but kept things exciting and nerve wracking.
All in all, Kilts and Daggers was a fun bit of highlander delight. I loved watching all the big alpha Highlanders dealing with the dainty English ladies who had invaded their keep. All 4 sisters were something to behold and really gave these men--from 9 years old to 30+ --a run for their money. I loved seeing the guys flustered and despairing being invaded by so many women. I'll definitely be going back to book one to see how everything began--and how Fagan and Grace first met. And I'll surely be eagerly awaiting the next release.
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