The kilt spirits at work

**Moosehead** · 13th March 06, 07:55 PM

So, I'm sittin' and relaxin' after a hard day in the trenches (HA! I work at home, best thing I ever did) and I hear this "AAAGGHHH!" from upstairs. The wife comes down the stairs with a strange look on her face and looks at me. "It must be a sign", says she. OK, I'll play along. "Yes, dear, it must be." Of course, not having a clue what she is on about.

She had just opened her Book Club's monthly catalogue. Or, I should say, was trying to. Apparently it was somewhat stubborn, as a page or two were sticking. So, she gives it a yank and, VOILA! The catalogue opens on a book titled Bad Boys in Kilts, by Donna Kauffman! I shyte you not.

"Three sexy Scots leave you hungry for more..."

**Southern Breeze** · 13th March 06, 08:05 PM

Thats hilarious! So who are the Bad Boys in Kilts? And are they members of X-Marks???

**Moosehead** · 13th March 06, 08:11 PM

WHOA!! They very well could be, SB. But, having just read the whole intro, which states "explicit sex", all I'm wondering is whether or not the mrs. will buy it. Hmmm...

Seems it involves a few young ladies, a pub owner, a distillery owner and some *ahem* sex.

"Reese can't wait to show her what he's got "on tap".

**Southern Breeze** · 13th March 06, 08:24 PM

Originally Posted by Moosehead

WHOA!! They very well could be, SB. But, having just read the whole intro, which states "explicit sex", all I'm wondering is whether or not the mrs. will buy it. Hmmm...

Seems it involves a few young ladies, a pub owner, a distillery owner and some *ahem* sex.

"Reese can't wait to show her what he's got "on tap".

Sounds like an average kilt night.

**Moosehead** · 13th March 06, 08:30 PM

Suuure, maybe in Georgia!

Oh, and the wife lived in GA for a couple of years, BTW. Couldn't stand the snakes. Hmm...maybe I can get her to move to Ireland. Rumour has it, there are no snakes in Ireland...

She just tells me (after reviewing this thread) that it could become her favourite bedtime story. The book, I mean. I think. Yes dear, be there in a sec... Damn, why can't someone make a kilt with only one strap...

**Moosehead** · 13th March 06, 11:40 PM

I have just been informed that she IS ordering said title. Might be, that I'm in the shyte now.

**UmAnOnion** · 14th March 06, 05:32 AM

heres the description taken from Barnes & Noble

Mad. Bad. (Barely) In Plaid.

You know those Scottish bad boys -- they don’t wear anything under their kilts, and who would want them to? Now, USA Today bestselling author Donna Kauffman introduces the Chisholm brothers, three of the sexiest lads ever to leave a woman hungry for moor...

Bottoms Up

Rascal Brodie Chisholm has more charm than the law allows, which is a good thing given that he’s bailed out of university to run the local pub. Brodie loves everything about the pub life: the community, the darts, trading barbs with the lads, flirting outrageously with the lasses -- except for Kat Henderson, of course. She’d probably kick his ***. But Kat’s about to show Brodie that the woman of his dreams might just be the tomboy next door and that billiards tables can come in handy for games other than shooting pool...

On Tap

Reese Chisholm is a definite man, sure of his ideas and strong of opinion about running the family distillery -- until American Daisy MacDonnell shows up. The red-headed beauty has a lot of fancy ideas about promoting his family’s whiskey on the Web, singing their praises (very embarrassing) or something. Not that Reese can remember what she says when she’s sitting in front of him. He’s too busy fantasizing. Moors. Heather. Frolicking and rolling and moaning and...No. Reese Chisholm is all business. He knows what he wants. And what he wants is Daisy... Night Watch Tristan always felt he’d been born a century too late. He was a sheepherder, both by profession and desire, with a poet’s heart and a need to share a deep, hungry passion with one special woman. Bestselling author Bree Sullivan has come to Scotland looking to escape the paparazzi. Now, a surprise rainstorm has her stuck in the middle of nowhere, rescued by the world’s hunkiest sheepherder. And suddenly, being alone is the last thing on her mind… Go on…Tartan up your sex life….

You might want to start in with those Wheaties before the book gets here my good man...