Welcome back to the Highlands! These Victorian fairy tales feature the Oliphant clan, whom we met in The Hots for Scots, but rank on the slightly sweet (and less ridiculous) side of things. If you're a fan of reimagined fairy tales, curl up with some of these cute books, with mid-range heat levels!
The Lass Who Lost a Shoe
She just wanted one dreamy night away in a pair of fancy shoes. Meeting him wasn't part of the plan.
After years of slaving away for her wicked stepmother, Ember Oliphant is about to make her dreams come true. All she has to do is attend the masquerade ball in a pair of her hand-engraved slippers and convince famed industrialist Mr. DeVille to manufacture her shoes in his factory. Then she'll control her own future and build her own happily ever after.
When Maxwell DeVille arrives in the Scottish Highlands to run a factory for the wealthy Prince family, he's feeling like royalty himself. In fact, the locals are even throwing a ball in his honor! He thinks it's a bit far-fetched, until he dances with an intriguingly beautiful woman... But before he can learn her name, she leaves him with only a single, exquisite shoe to remember her by.
Haunted by her beauty and grace, Max is resolved to find his mystery miss. But his search is soon overshadowed by the intriguing Ember, one of the inn's serving lasses. With talent and determination, she is far more interesting than a polished princess, but with the lies between them, how can they hope for a future? Thanks to the masks they both wore to the ball, Max is beginning to suspect he fell in love with the wrong woman!
Beware: It's going to take a few meddling godmothers, some thoroughly impractical footwear, and a lot of narrative causality to straighten out this mess!
The Lass Who Kissed a Frog
She needs his help to fetch the golden ball…too bad he’s such a pest!
Since the day she was born, Vanessa Oliphant's mother has made it frightfully clear her remarkable beauty has destined her for greatness. And the “greatness” Vanessa had her heart set on was Lord Roland Prince, the local viscount who's handsome enough to make her knees weak.
Unfortunately, he considers her self-centered and vain...so Vanessa sets out to prove him wrong. If she can retrieve the Golden Ball, a valuable ancient Roman artifact, she'll be able to help her sister and show everyone--including herself--that she's not a terrible person.
When a mysteriously intriguing stranger joins her on her quest (of course it's Roland in disguise, this is a fairy tale!), she accepts his help, little realizing he's sworn to show Vanessa the value of inner beauty, even if he has to humiliate her to do so. But what will happen when he bargains for a kiss?
Beware: The Guild of Godmothers are up to their shenanigans again in this laugh-out-loud, enemies-to-lovers romance! You might think you know this fairy tale but be prepared for a fun twist!
The Lass Who Loved a Beast
She hadn't planned on getting snowed in with this beastly lord...luckily, she has his library to distract her!
Bonnie Oliphant is so close to finally fulfilling her dream of owning a publishing house; all she needs is a sponsor. In desperation, she begs an invitation to the foreboding home of the one man who might be able to help her...the brooding and barbaric heir to the laird.
Lyon Prince is known as the Beast of the Oliphants for good reason. Since losing his wife—and much of his face—to a fire, he’s locked himself in his castle with only a few companions, intent on training his battered body back to his old strength. Everyone knows he’s not fit for company…which is why he’s surprised when a beautiful and determined young woman shows up at his door and demands access to his treasured library.
Perhaps he should’ve worn trousers?
When a blizzard traps them in the ancient castle, Lyon is disconcerted to realize he’s coming to like Bonnie. She might be able to thaw his heart, but what chance does a beast have with a vivacious and determined beauty like her?
Warning: Contains more kilts than you’d guess in a Victorian-era romance, but who’s complaining? Also, the typical shenanigans from the extremely silly Guild of Godmothers, and more than a little narrative causality.