Laird Oliphant has been blessed with six daughters, and not a single son to leave the running of the clan to. What’s a desperate and slightly mad laird to do? Why, take a page from his great-great-whatever-grandfather’s folio, and declare an ultimatum: Whichever daughter marries and has a son first, then her husband gets to be the next Laird Oliphant. There! Only a little bit sexist, and it should get the job done!
Unfortunately, none of his daughters are interested. Take the youngest, for example…
Plaid to the Bone
Leanna Oliphant’s goal is to lead as adventurous a life as possible, and it seems as if she’s going to get her wish, even without having to help things along (that fire was an accident, honest!). First, her father made that ridiculous proclamation, which she figures she can ignore, because the dear man is several eggs short of a dozen. Next, a handsome and mysterious man arrives at Oliphant Castle, claiming to be on a secret mission from the king (although he won’t say which king). Then Leanna, through some careful “negotiations,” convinces the delicious stranger to let her help in his mission, which leaves the two of them all alone in a dark and secret passageway.
Then a skeleton drops on them, completely ruining the mood.
As one of His Majesty’s elite Hunters, Laird Kenneth McClure is on the trail of a missing royal messenger. The man’s secret mission had sent him toward Oliphant Castle, so that’s where Kenneth followed, looking for clues to the man’s disappearance. The brawny warrior doesn’t know who he can trust, particularly when one of the laird’s daughters offers to help in his mission. But bubbly Leanna is a ray of sunshine in his dark life, and too enticing to resist.
When the pair of them discover the dead body mid-canoodle, Kenneth is fairly certain it’s not his missing quarry. Almost. Probably not. But…he’s beginning to realize things are not as they seem on Oliphant land, what with the mad laird, hypochondriac lady, more ghosts than he can count, six sisters, one wailing bagpiper, and who let this random donkey wander through the great hall?
Does the delightful Leanna know more than she’s saying? Kenneth’s mission for the king may be the downfall of this crazy family, and he’s not certain it’s worth it.
Warning: Contains silliness. And, like, a lot of anachronistic jokes. And plenty of really naughty bits. If you don’t have a sense of humor, you might want to skip this one.
Not Half Plaid
Fenella Oliphant has always thought it apropos she was named after an herb: Useful, subtle, and not much to look at. But here in the Oliphant Castle kitchens, none of that matters, because she’s in command…as long as she can keep from being distracted by the dangerously delicious beast who has planted his shapely arse beside her hearth and is offering unwanted advice.
Brodie McClure doesn’t know who he is anymore. He used be one of His Majesty’s elite Hunters, bodyguard to his laird, and damned strong to boot. Now he’s scarred and maimed, relegated to peeling carrots in the kitchens, watching the most tempting little morsel alternate between blushing prettily and snapping commands. It’s not his fault the woman has no idea how to properly season mutton, and refuses to listen to his suggestions. Clearly it’s up to him to…instruct her.
Sparks—and eggs!—fly before a friend offers a solution: A simple contest, with an assigned ingredient, judged by a panel of three iron-clad stomachs. Fenella and Brodie jump at the opportunity to prove themselves the better chef, but somewhere among the butter, honey and cinnamon, they’re going to have to make a pact to cooperate if they want to get out of this with their hearts—and lower intestines—unscathed!
Warning: Contains food puns. You can’t expect Caroline to write a romcom about two iron-willed chefs and not make phallic jokes. There will also be at least one food fight, because we can’t take any of this seriously. Get ready for another hilarious (and supremely naughty) medieval romp from a USA Today Bestseller!