Do you enjoy laugh-out-loud romantic comedies? Then try the first book in Jessie Donovan's Love in Scotland series:
Crazy Scottish Love
(Love in Scotland #1)
Tired of the online dating scene and her nagging mother, Donella Spencer braves her eccentric extended family and heads for a month-long visit to Scotland to stay with them. As long as she keeps to herself and avoids her family as much as possible, it should be easy to relax, right?
What she doesn’t count on is running into Robbie Campbell, the guy who tried so hard to ditch her nearly twenty years ago that it took a search and rescue team to save her. Not only that, she doesn’t expect to fall for Robbie’s daughter’s big, brown eyes and agree to hold a themed costume party for Donella’s 31st birthday. One that involves her relatives dressing in nineteenth century safari garb and dusty, old animal outfits.
And none of that even begins to address her grandmother’s attempts to matchmake and marry off Donella within the month.
It’s going to be one long, trying summer in Scotland. However, sometimes the strangest situations can show what someone needs in life. Because if Donella falls in love with a man who can put up with her family, her happy ending may finally be in sight.
Provided her relatives don’t drive her crazy first.
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Excerpt:
Chapter One
Unlike every other passen
ger from her plane, Donella Spencer didn't rush to leave the restricted area of Glasgow Airport in Scotland. She much preferred walking as slowly as possible, quite literally dragging her feet.
Sure, she'd love nothing more than a shower at her grandmother's house after a thirteen-hour flight from the US. But given the choice between a shower or dealing with her Scottish relatives, Donella would take being stinky around strangers any day.
For the moment, she merely enjoyed the calm and quiet of the nearly empty corridors. She would've closed her eyes if not for her murderous suitcase, which had wheels that stuck at random, as if making her fall flat on her face was its life purpose.
However, after only one close call with the blasted case, she eventually came to the exit. And unless she wanted to irritate security and possibly be deported, she needed to leave.
Although deportation might be the better choice in the long run.
Get a grip, Donnie. She’d come to Scotland to escape the endless line of jerks and asshats who made up the online dating pool. Well, at least for her. She only attracted the guys who liked to remind her of how her biological clock was ticking, preferred reliving their high school glory days over the present, or sat in silence as she ended up having a two-hour conversation with herself.
Running away to Scotland for a month and putting up with her extended family was definitely preferable to her mother asking twice a day, if she were dating anyone.
Taking a deep breath, Donella pasted a smile on her face and exited the restricted area. She scanned the surroundings and spotted her family in exactly three seconds.
Contrary to what most Americans might think, Scottish men didn’t wear kilts often, if at all. And yet, every male member of her extended Scottish family wore a kilt. Not just a kilt, but the full she-bang of a dark coat, weird lace-up shoes that went up to midcalf, and the little sporran pouches covering their privates.
No doubt the men enjoyed them bouncing against their beloved penises.
Ew. She was not going to think of her relatives’ penises.
Her Uncle Angus even had a set of bagpipes under his arm. Not to mention Aunt Flora had a tin of who knew what in her hand, ready to tell Donella she was too thin before proceeding to stuff something inside her mouth.
And then there was her grandmother, who probably had several schemes in place to try to marry her off to a nice Scottish guy by the end of the month.
Resisting a sigh, she debated sneaking away to grab a taxi, but her grandmother spotted her and yelled, "Donnie! You’re here!"
A half-dozen sets of eyes all turned toward her and cheered, holding up a ginormous sign that said, "Welcome to Scotland, Donnie." Uncle Angus then fired up his bagpipes.
Deportation was suddenly back on the table.
She wasn't the only one to notice the racket. One of the airport security staff made a beeline for Uncle Angus. A normal person would stop playing and apologize.