My Scottish Summer
Chapter One
"Yo, Braveheart! Whoop! Whoo-"
Devlin Montgomery's head popped through the neck of his cambric
shirt just in time for him to glimpse a pair of long legs flailing
above a hedge. Then he heard a thunk and a groan.
Damn American tourist, he thought, striding over to make sure the
Yank hadn't killed herself. And yes, it had to be an American-such
an enthusiastic holler could only come from an American.
It wasn't human kindness alone that hastened his steps. Lawsuits and
Americans went hand in hand, and the Strathcuddy Faire, a new
entrant in the lucrative business of annual Highland games fairs,
couldn't afford any litigious actions. Besides being bad publicity,
it would cut severely into the purses awarded to the winners of the
various contests, and Devlin Montgomery, who had every intention of
winning several of those purses, badly needed the cash.
Dev looked over the top of the fence capping the yew hedge. A woman
lay sprawled in the clover. Platinum blond hair tumbled about her
shoulders, half covering her face. She was t ... read full excerpt from My Scottish Summer ebook
