Wild Mountain Thyme

Ellie:

When your boyfriend cheats on you with your mother, you don't just pack up-you flee.

For me, it was straight from Oklahoma to Killin, Scotland, where my sweet, scheming Nan runs a cozy bed and breakfast. Peace, quiet, maybe too much shortbread-that was the plan. Enter Tàrrin Fraser: six-foot-something of brooding, infuriatingly gorgeous, inked-up Scot with a penchant for eye rolls and snide comments. He's been running the B&B with Nan since he was fifteen, and hes fully convinced I'm just here to ruin his life. So, we make a deal: six months to prove who's better at running this place. Winner keeps it. Loser leaves.

Simple, right? Until every argument feels like foreplay, every accidental touch makes my pulse race, and one night... the line between love and hate got very, very blurry. Now, I can't stop thinking about him-and I might just be falling for the enemy.

Tàrrin:

When Effie said her American granddaughter was comin' tae help, I braced for a spoiled Yank. Instead, I got Ellie-sharp-tongued, mean as hell, fiery-eyed, and infuriatingly irresistible. This lass really thinks she can outdo me? Aye, right. We strike a deal: six months to see who runs this B&B better. Loser leaves. I planned to charm her into quittin', make her fall for me, send her running, then take the keys and be done. Easy, aye?

Wrong. One night, things got... heated. Really heated. Now I'm the one who cannae think straight, and it's not about the bloody B&B anymore. It's about keepin' her close, makin' her mine-and prayin' she never finds out this started as a game. Because I'm fallin'-hard-and if she catches on, I'm more fecked than a whisky barrel on Hogmanay.