Leith

Melissa’s excited. She’s got a wedding to plan. Her own. To her fiancé Jimmy, who is in a band. They have the honeymoon tickets. Venice. Woohoo! So, one night she to surprise him with cooking a nice romantic dinner. She’s even got a special gift for him. The lucky rune he told her he found in Scotland, she’s had mounted and put into a necklace that she’s going to present to him tonight.

She didn’t plan on catching him in bed with a bimbo.

But she still has the tickets. So, she decides to travel anyway, but she’s sure as heck not going to Venice. Plus, she’s keeping the cool necklace with the rune. After scanning the availabilities, she becomes entranced with the pictures of Scotland. And she wouldn’t mind meeting a sexy Scottish guy so she can forget about the cheater. It would so serve him right if she met a hot Scottish guy. And, hey, she’s got a degree in history, and she knows there’s some cool stuff to check out there, so she’s going. In fact, she’s going to the same henge he sent her pictures of. Among many other places.

Leith MacManus, hunky, bearded, Highlander, is a distant cousin of the Frasers on his mother’s side. Leith’s the firstborn son of laird of the MacManus clan. His father’s getting older and wants Leith wed and it’s time for his son to marry the one he betrothed him to secretly, ages ago. But—oops!—good old da never told Leith all this time that he made this arrangement. Happens that Leith can’t stand Flora MacNeill.