Electrifying in a Kilt

"May I kiss you, Iona?"

Why did I say yes when Eric Taylor asked that question? He's young enough to be my son. Bod an Donais. I must have lost my mind.

Eric Taylor is twenty-five. I'm forty-six. The age gap is too much for me. Even worse, Eric is my brother's soon-to-be stepson.

Then a lightning bolt in the shape of Rafe Knight pounds on my door. The vile Brit accuses me of seducing his son, Eric's best friend. He even claims I've shagged the laddie.

Does Rafe scare me? Of course not. I'm a jo...