Spotlight & Giveaway: Kilt Trip by Alexandra Kiley

Posted March 1st, 2024 by in Blog, Spotlight / 27 comments

Today it is my pleasure to Welcome author Alexandra Kiley to HJ!

Hi Alexandra and welcome to HJ! We’re so excited to chat with you about your new release, Kilt Trip!


Please summarize the book for the readers here:

All travel consultant Addie needs is one glance at Logan in a kilt to realize how she’s going to save his sightseeing company—did somebody say, Outlander Tour? But Logan isn’t handing over the reins of his family’s business to anyone, least of all a tartan-drunk American his father hired.
Sparks fly in a castle with dark corners, blurring Addie and Logan’s battle lines. They can’t afford distractions, but how can Addie do her job if she hasn’t explored all Scotland—and Logan—have to offer?

Please share your favorite line(s) or quote from this book:

“I didn’t know this about myself, but I’m a big fan of the Scottish accent.” She caught her lip between her teeth.
He wanted his teeth on her lips. His hands in her hair. He was playing with fire but too mesmerized by the shimmering heat to step back.
“And the guide…” Her hand came to Logan’s hip. He struggled to pull in enough oxygen as Addie’s head shifted closer to his. Blood rushed through his veins as if they’d been empty before. Powerless to stop his movement, he bent toward her.
“Sauntering around in a kilt all day…” Addie said, so close her breath warmed his lips. Her fingers splayed across his thigh, fissures of lightning spreading in five directions.
And then her fist closed, hiking the material of his kilt and shattering his resolve.


Please share a few Fun facts about this book…

  • I’ve been to most of the places on Logan’s Highland tour. I studied abroad at The University of Edinburgh and there was a fantastic international student center that organized trips around Scotland on the weekends for obscenely little money (how can I travel that way again?!).
    My original obsession with Scotland came straight from Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander series after reading it in high school. I read exclusively historical romance set in Scotland for years and wanted to write a modern-day Jamie Fraser.
  • I was always told my Great Grandpa McHann was from Scotland but when I traveled there after high school with my family, we looked through all the shops that have records of old clans and the general consensus was, “Have you tried Ireland?” I got into ancestry years later, and discovered that Great Grandpa McHann was actually from Missouri and a known horse thief.
  • One of my favorite easter-egged lines is when Addie facetiously invents Grandpa McHann’s Shetland Pony Stable as a possible tour destination.
    This book begins on Calton Hill, one of the seven hills of Edinburgh with ancient Greek-styled buildings and monuments on it. In the semester I spent in Edinburgh I didn’t discover it until my last day where I sat on a park bench with near 360-degree views saying goodbye to the city. It felt like a fitting place to begin a new adventure.
  • The song list for this book is very moody.
    Birthday Cake – Dylan Conrique
    London – Mokita
    Adore You – Harry Styles
    Stay with Me – Sam Smith
    Into the Mystic – Van Morrison
    Amsterdam – Gregory Alan Isakov
  • There’s a pub in KILT TRIP where Logan and his brothers always hang out and where he takes tourists after his city tours. It’s where he and Addie first really connect and it’s based off They Abbey in Edinburgh. When I was studying abroad, my friend claimed they had the best nachos and we would go to watch soccer games and admire the handsome bartender we decided must be named Gavin.
    I remember there being a shelf around the top of the ceiling full of books, which I thought was so quaint, and how I described it in KILT TRIP. When I was back in Scotland last summer, I met up with my friend and we naturally went to The Abbey. When we arrived, I noticed that the shelf was full of the round whisky bottle containers and I asked her what happened to the books. She gave me a confused look and said, “This is a whisky bar. It’s always been whisky.”
  • If you’re ever in Edinburgh, there’s a potato shop called Tempting Tattie and it’s as good as Addie and Logan’s friend Elyse claims. They pretty much only sell baked potatoes with your choice of toppings, including tuna fish (it’s better than it sounds!).


What first attracts your Hero to the Heroine and vice versa?

Ooh, great question. This was one of my favorite parts to write. In the opening scene, Addie joins Logan’s city tour under a fake name, pretending to be a tourist. He’s drawn to her attention and that, unlike the rest of the tourists, she’s really engaged and immersed in his stories and not running around taking pictures. It made for such a fun meet-ugly when she walks into his office and he realizes she wasn’t swept away by his passion and storytelling, she’d been judging him as a travel consultant.
As they go on, though, he’s really taken with her confidence and the way she encourages him to take risks and step outside his comfort zone.
And for Addie, Logan is so giving. He helps her find the places in her late mother’s photos and holds space for her while she grieves. He introduces her to his lovely and welcoming family and shows her where she could fit in Scotland. Even from the beginning, he really encompasses roots and family for her.


Did any scene have you blushing, crying or laughing while writing it? And Why?

There’s a scene early on in Addie and Logan’s office war where Logan has hidden a little metal bug that whispers, “Hey, can you hear me?” at random intervals. The company has a pranking culture and he knows he’s being immature, but he’s also so frustrated that Addie is trying to dismantle what he considers to be his legacy. But he grossly underestimated her work ethic. So while the bug is whispering and the rest of his office is losing their minds (rummaging through cabinets, climbing on desks to search in the ceiling tiles), Addie is diligently interviewing their newest guide, trying to get the information Logan is withholding. I was definitely laughing while writing Logan being so flummoxed that Addie could be so focused while absolute chaos was descending around them.

“Hey, can you hear me?”
“That’s it!” Big Mac roared, climbing onto Margaret’s desk. She scooped up a lit scented candle to keep it from being knocked to the floor while Big Mac popped up the square ceiling panel.
Logan couldn’t even appreciate the mayhem while Addie interrogated Brandon. How was she so singularly focused?
“Logan’s so overwhelmed right now, I don’t want to bother him,” Addie said, clearly trying to recapture Brandon’s attention.
“Oh, sure. Let me see…” While he rummaged through stacks of paper, Big Mac stepped one foot onto Brandon’s desk to reach the next tile. Logan willed Brandon to come up empty-handed. To slip the training materials to the bottom of the pile, or better yet, into the bin. They’d be safer there.
Hold it together, mate.
“Here they are.” Brandon pulled out a handful of folders and handed over the gold.
Logan threw his hands in the air. What a blundering fool.
Addie turned into the full force of Logan’s glare, but instead of shrinking back she swished the folder like a red matador cape. She gave him the first genuine smile he’d seen from her since the pub and flipped through the pages with delight. Logan’s pulse roared in his ears.
Big Mac popped another ceiling panel out and swiped his hand along the opening. White dust cascaded like a chalky flash flood directly onto Addie’s head, debris pinging off her shoulders, powder ballooning into the air.
Logan barked out a laugh before slapping a hand over his mouth.
Addie turned, her back ramrod straight, her hair and suit jacket painted an ashy gray. The fire in her eyes clearly communicated that the professional veneer he’d been chipping away at was well and truly gone, and he was about to suffer.
Big Mac voiced Logan’s thoughts. “Well, shit.”

There are a number of parts of this book where I cried while writing! Basically any scene to do with Addie’s mom (and also loving moments she shares with Logan’s mom!) had me in a chokehold, but especially the scene out on the moor where Addie finally finds some peace in the memory of her mother and not just pain.

Addie climbed up, stepping into her mother’s invisible footprints. A direct line rooting her to this spot. A heavy heartbeat like an echo across time.
Born and raised in the desert, she’d finally come home to this lush and ancient land. Addie’s throat tickled, and tears filled her eyes.
She’d been unmoored for so long, this tug was a parachute opening, ripping her back from the free fall.
Heather used to say that life was waiting to surprise you if you went looking for it. She lived with an openhearted exuberance Addie had tried to emulate but confused with wanderlust.
She couldn’t bring her mom back, but she could honor her memory by living with the same fearlessness. Open herself up to the people and places that left an imprint on her heart. Heather’s courage ran through Addie’s veins, too.


Readers should read this book….

You’re looking for an armchair trip to Scotland or
An immersive and enchanting setting
Enemies-to-lovers vibes
A modern-day Jamie Fraser romance hero
Banter and pranks
Found family
Tour bus shenanigans
Castles and snooty sheep
A deep romantic connection


What are you currently working on? What other releases do you have in the works?

I’m currently writing book 2 in this duology called SCOT & BOTHERED which will come out in 2025. Logan’s brother Jack is the hero. He’s a photographer and must hike the rugged 80-mile Skye Trail on the Isle of Skye with his writer ex, Brooke, to help their ailing mentor finish her memoir. It’s a dual timeline, second chance romance with lots of pining and adventure and only one tent.

Thanks for blogging at HJ!


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Excerpt from Kilt Trip:

Addie Macrae’s internal compass was irreparably damaged. For all the traveling she did, and the relative ease of navigating a city with English street signs, Edinburgh’s jigsaw puzzle of gray-toned buildings and twisting streets left her head spinning.
Under different circumstances she might’ve been swept away by the city’s lantern-topped street lights and cobblestone roads, but not while the architecture and charm conspired against her. She’d missed a full thirty minutes of her newest client’s city tour, the last one before their meeting tomorrow.
If she was going to turn The Heart of the Highlands around, revamp their tours, and pull them from the brink of financial ruin, she needed to know what she was walking into. The thrumming in her chest slipped into the realm of heart palpitations, one tier below racing for a connecting flight.
Which she’d already done today.
Striding along another street lined with red and teal storefronts, she tugged at her collar, letting the chilled air slice through the humidity inside her plasticky yellow raincoat. Nothing in sight resembled a staircase at the bottom of Calton Hill—the starting point mentioned on the website.
Gigi, the irritatingly sunny voice of Google Maps, shouted, “Turn left.” She was hopelessly laggy, sending Addie in one direction, then two minutes later changing her mind.
Addie followed another skinny tunnel between buildings constructed long before the invention of motor vehicles. It deposited her into an unmarked courtyard, paths fanning out in all directions.
Grinding her teeth, Addie restarted Gigi, tripped over a cobblestone, and cursed.
Side-eyeing the red battery icon on her phone, she checked the time again. Dammit. At this rate, she’d miss the entire itinerary.
Cars rumbled by on the wrong side of the road as she wound through the bustling downtown and crossed the construction zone that was the North Bridge. A light drizzle began to fall, dripping from her hood and curling the end of her blond braid. Great.
A low brick wall to her left did nothing to contain the old-growth trees threatening to hop the street. She walked right past a staircase tucked between the disheveled, leafless forest before backing up.
Begging to be missed, a miniature blue sign attached to a lamppost pointed up the stairs to Calton Hill. Addie shook her head. How were tourists expected to find this?
Her annoyance drowned out any relief at finding the tour.
As she headed toward the steps, her phone rang. Boss Babe lit up the screen. Devika filled all the roles in Addie’s life: best friend, coworker, mother hen.
They were kindred spirits—always stayed late, snuck champagne and slippers into the office to work through the holidays, and sent each other postcards from airports around the world. Every time one of them got to a new destination, they checked in. Like the lone-women-travelers’ buddy system.
In the haze of lost luggage and misdirection, Addie had forgotten. She answered, “Sorry. I’m here safely, although sans suitcase.” Her green hardside—scuffed, covered in stickers, and affectionately referred to as Frank—had taken an impromptu side trip without her permission.
“That blows. Do they know when it’ll be back?”
Addie started up the stairs, dragging her fingers over the sculpted lion’s head at the base of the shiny black handrail. A tower in the shape of an old-fashioned spyglass rose out of the knotted trees above her. “Hopefully tonight, or I’ll be wearing my airport-acquired rain gear to my meeting.”
Devika laughed. “What’s on the books for today?”
The answer to their running joke was, of course, always, work. Six months ago, her mentor, Marc, started a new agency—Dawsey Travel Consulting—and took Devika and Addie with him. It could hardly be called poaching when she would follow them to the ends of the earth. Addie wanted to be them when she grew up.
Devika was a powerhouse karaoke song. She brought people to their feet with her magnetic presence and got shit done like a boss.
Marc was quieter, more serious, but in an industry full of power-hungry men, he always listened, remembered vegetarian and gluten-free options, and cut off interrupters with a stern “Addie wasn’t done talking.” He was the one person who’d taken a chance on her when she’d been at her lowest, who’d taught her how to keep moving when she wanted to give up.
They were in a million different time zones right now, hustling to build a name for themselves in the competitive world of travel consulting. With ironclad non-competes from their old firm, their client roster currently consisted of Marc’s friends and whatever referrals their favorite clients could muster.
Every project had to go perfectly to make their new business turn a profit. The future of their venture depended on it. And as the junior partner—the first one to be cut if things went sideways—Addie’s job did, too.
She scanned the spider web of paths at the top of the hill.
A random cannon sat in the median. This had to be the right spot. “Research,” Addie said. “I’m already docking them three points for starting the tour in an obscure location.”
There. A group of ten or so people carrying colorful umbrellas huddled around a man in a kilt. Bingo.
“Are you spying?”
Her stomach clenched at the censure in Devika’s voice. “I’ve got this.” Maybe it was the jet lag making her a bit desperate, or the fear of what would happen if she failed, but she’d take whatever edge she could get. “Besides, gathering intel isn’t illegal,” Addie defended, even though Devika was right to worry.
Rebuilding trust with the client took time she didn’t have, but this was a calculated risk. As a rule, executives didn’t take kindly to corporate espionage in any form. However, executives were also rarely objective about their own tours. They chalked lagging sales up to uninspired marketing or internet algorithms, never to generic itineraries, up-charging for headphones on an audio tour, or rambling guides.
Metrics on destination costs and ticket prices were important, but the way people responded to their guides told an indisputable story. One day trip could show her more about a company’s weak spots than five board meetings combined.
“You better hope you blend in.”
Addie bit her lip as she looked down at her attire. Between the yellow raincoat and poppy-splashed wellies, she looked about as unobtrusive as a knockoff Paddington Bear waving a sign that read I’m crashing your tour. But it was fine, she could totally pass as a tourist. “You’re not helping at all. I have to go be sneaky.”
Devika laughed and made the word bye last for three syllables.
Addie moved to the back of the group where two people speaking Japanese, having clearly forgotten their raincoats, wore see-through Heart of the Highlands–branded ponchos.
Practical and effective swag, 1 point.
Gigi shouted, “Keep right at the fork!”
All eyes swung to Addie and heat flooded her cheeks as she struggled to turn off the speaker. “Is this the Hidden Gems tour?” she asked the approaching guide. “I got lost…” Addie looked up into crinkling gray eyes.
Curls fell over his forehead, a wavy sea of honey and bronze. On anyone else, she’d have said he was in dire need of a haircut, but it worked for him—matched the close-trimmed beard and the power of his shoulders.
He would be intimidatingly rugged if he wasn’t draped in clear plastic.
“Aye. Welcome. Are you Heather Munro?”
Her gaze slipped down to his navy blue and forest green kilt… Damn.
She’d never considered herself one to swoon over a kilt, but his work boots and rounded calves were doing something to her stomach she couldn’t feasibly attribute to her bumpy flight. The navy cable-knit sweater, too—much better than the frilly pirate shirt that usually accompanied this getup.
Although, it did little to set their guides apart.
Gimmicky uniform, minus 2 points…on anyone else.
The last words he said filtered back to her, and heat crept up her neck. Shit.
“Oh, yes. Hi. That’s me.” Addie was more accustomed to sleeping on planes than in her own bed, but she was clearly more jet-lagged than she’d realized if she couldn’t remember her own fake name.
The guide’s lips curved into an amused smile. “I’m Logan.”
She could tell a lot from a handshake.
Crushing: domineering and a pain in the ass to work with.
Limp: kind but required vast emotional resources to make decisions.
Wet-fish: well…that was never a good sign.
But Logan’s firm handshake was warm. It said: I know what I want. I’m not afraid to ask for help or entertain new ideas.
Not that it mattered. She’d be working with the owner and his son, not the guides.
His grin sent tingles whispering over her skin as he dropped her hand and turned back to the group. “This way to the National Monument of Scotland, built to commemorate those who fought in the Napoleonic Wars.” Logan gestured to the Parthenon-style structure missing two and a half sides of pillars. “Or, as it’s affectionately called, Scotland’s Shame. As you can see, funding ran out rather quickly.” A few snickers and an abundance of smiles followed his remarks.
“Edinburgh is nicknamed the Athens of the North, and these buildings celebrate our architectural feats and enlightenment. But long before the monuments were constructed, Calton Hill was a site for many pagan rituals. My favorite is Beltane, the Celtic festival hailing the reappearance of summer and the fertility of the land. Fire represents the return of the light, and revelers celebrate in its glow.”
Logan could have described the architecture, the historical figures, or the politics at the time of construction. Addie had been on that kind of tour in the real Athens and knew firsthand how hard it was to keep guests’ interest with dry facts. Instead, Logan’s tales of rejoicing and fire, spirits and drums, enthralled the tourists. The group huddled around him, his voice low and soothing like it’d wrapped around everyone and pulled them in.
If all the guides were this good, Addie wouldn’t need to bring in a story-crafting coach; Logan would make a dishwasher manual sound interesting.
Engaging the guests, 3 points.
“If you fancy a more strenuous walk, you can try Arthur’s Seat.” Logan gestured to the hill in the distance rising as if the earth had pushed it up in three slanted tiers. “Holyrood Palace is down below.”
“Is that where the Queen used to stay?” a pink-haired, twentysomething asked.
“Aye, it’s the royal Scottish residence.”
“Is it on the tour?”
From Addie’s research, The Heart of the Highlands tours didn’t stop at the palace, Edinburgh Castle, or the Royal Mile connecting the two. All missed opportunities.
The way their outdated website—the first thing getting an overhaul—boasted about hidden gems was almost haughty, like the major attractions were beneath them. Logan appeared to be of the same mind as he brushed off the bid. “It’s a fifteen-minute walk if you’re interested,” he said, releasing the group to climb on the National Monument.
Skipping major attractions, minus 5 points.
There was definitely a market for off-the-beaten path tours…but it wasn’t usually profitable.
Highlights of every country had the broadest market appeal, which meant the highest chance of success for their clients and Addie’s company. She needed a portfolio project to win new business. Itineraries with easily recognizable destinations to show the value Dawsey Travel Consulting brought to the table.
She’d recommend scrapping this tour in favor of the city-center hot spots. Who came to Edinburgh and didn’t want to visit the castle?
Addie wandered to the gravel path at the edge of the site, rubbing her frozen hands together. The smell of autumn’s leftover leaves hung heavy in the chilled, December air.
Below her, the hill tumbled down to sandstone buildings pressed together all the way to the silver coast as the last rays of light settled on slate-peaked roofs.
Logan stopped beside her, his hands clasped behind his back. Their eyes met, but instead of the reflex smile that accompanied accidental eye contact with strangers, a tiny jolt of electricity zipped from him to her, supercharging her nervous system. Logan’s eyebrows lifted as if he felt it, too.
Addie scuffed her boot over a clump of grass. “You can see all the way to the ocean,” she said, blaming the panoramic view for stealing all her insightful commentary.
“The Firth of Forth. It’s an estuary that meets the North Sea,” he said, like he truly cared that she understood the difference.
Her lips twitched to hold back a smile. “Is that like a fjord?”
“Similar…” He turned and narrowed his eyes. “You’re taking the piss, aren’t you?”
Addie grinned, and the reappearance of Logan’s dimple stirred up some fluttery nonsense in her chest.
Small talk came easily to her—a helpful by-product of traveling so frequently for her job—but Logan’s intense eye contact and stubbled jawline knocked her off-kilter. She rolled the nylon strap of her shoulder bag between her fingers and kept her attention resolutely on the estuary.
Logan collected the group, walking backward on the path. As they passed the newly renovated observatory, Logan chronicled its two-hundred-year history.
Detailed commentary on historical buildings no one really cares about, minus 2 points.
“The proper, professional photos from Calton Hill are taken from right over here. Now, I want you to watch your shoes as we walk this way. Don’t spoil the big reveal.”
Logan’s face held the suppressed excitement of someone leading a friend into a surprise party. “Throughout our history, Calton Hill has been the location of our most important festivals. This place ties us to our past, to the mystical beauty our land is known for, to the medieval city that has changed over time but still bears marks of our history and achievements. It’s a reminder of our roots, of where we come from.”
Addie swallowed past the dryness in her throat. She couldn’t remember having roots. They grew shallow in the desert.
When Logan talked about community and history, though, she could almost remember the allure, that longing she’d doused years ago.
“A bit farther.” Logan stepped back with wide arms as if hosting his own HGTV show. “Okay, now look.”
Gasps erupted from the group like drunk people watching fireworks. They scrambled to grab phones and cameras.
Addie gazed out at the view. The Dugald Stewart Monument dominated the foreground, like a tall and skinny stone carousel. Nestled between hills and water, the city spread out below them. A pink-lit Ferris wheel spun at the base of a blackened spire, and a clock tower’s pearl face glowed in the distance.
“We call this the gloaming, where time is suspended between day and night.”
Addie closed her eyes and breathed in, a hint of salt lingering in the humid air. An undercurrent buzzed lightly in the breeze, a glimmer of mysticism, like the leftover magic of standing stones and faeries.
Edinburgh Castle ruled the skyline—a silhouette against the golden light hanging on the horizon, balancing the purple sky above. The blush of the waning light echoed those early mornings in the desert, so far away, and so long ago.
Once every fall, Addie’s mom had climbed into her bed before dawn and whispered, “Rise and shine, baby.”
Her dad made hot chocolate in the light of the range hood, while Addie dressed in layers of winter coats. They squished into the front seat of their beat-up pickup truck and drove into the desert. The headlights shone on worn-down center lines, the stars a twinkling map, as they searched for wonder, their wheels kicking up red dirt in billowing shadows behind them.
They stepped into the cold morning air, and Addie’s mom wrapped a black-and-white plaid blanket around her shoulders as her dad handed her a thermos. They made their way past boulders and scrubby bushes, only the sound of their footstepsfilling the air, as if the dawn held too much power and they’d wreck it with words.
With mittened hands curled around cocoa cups, they settled on rocky seats.
Off in the distance, in the bowl of the valley, hot-air balloons filled, glowing like rainbow bubbles expanding in the night.
Only when all the balloons hung in the sky, embracing the pink clouds of morning, did they speak.
Her dad wanted to explain the physics of flight, but her mom shushed him. Eyes shining, she said, “Watching them rise, one after another, it feels like magic. Like anything is possible.”
After Addie’s mom died, when her dad had shut himself away and that feeling was nowhere to be found, Addie would drive their white pickup into the desert. The patchwork of rough cracks on the leather seats scraped her bare legs, and she had to pound the radio to keep the static down, but anything was better than the crushing silence of the house. She drove those same back roads, the ones the desert might reclaim at any moment, the pavement rippling with summer heat, searching for the wonder she was terrified she’d never find again.
Addie pressed the heel of her hand hard against the twisting ache under her breastbone.
The brush of plastic against her arm startled her, and she took half a step back, blinking fast.
Logan tipped his head, a curl falling to the side. His eyes held a quiet earnestness, soft around the edges, like he could see the memories splashed all over her face. Like he was giving her permission, somehow, to give in to the pull.
She drew in a deep breath, the cold snagging deep in her lungs.
The woman next to Addie whispered to her partner, “Let’s go there tomorrow.”
Addie cleared her throat and refocused on the tourists who’d started to mill about.
Edinburgh was full of stray reminders waiting to jump out and snatch her back into that old grief. But she wasn’t here searching for Scotland’s magic or the disarming beauty in her mom’s old stories.
She was here to work.
And while this was a nice photo op, these people would share a selfie at the castle with turrets and ramparts—or whatever they were called—in the background.
Ninety percent ranked the Royal Mile favorably on TripAdvisor. She couldn’t in good conscience give Logan full marks for a tour that barely broke Edinburgh’s Top 25 Attractions, while he dangled the top destination in front of them.
As they headed back down the hill, Addie compiled a mental report card.
Way off the beaten path, minus 5 points.
Appealing to a wide range of ages and nationalities, not only young Australian backpackers, 2 points.
No stops at a gift shop, minus 2 points.
“I hope you enjoyed our time together. If you have any more questions, you’re welcome to join me for a dram at my favorite pub down the road. Enjoy Scotland.”
Recommending local restaurants near the end of the trip, 1 point.
Addie had never heard of a guide socializing after the tour. He might be highly incentivized, but she got the distinct impression he simply appreciated the company.
Whatever the reason, it was a genius sales strategy. It might be difficult convincing other clients to pay guides for additional tour time, but there was no doubt about the effect on this group. They followed Logan down the hill like ducklings—six, seven, eight, yes, all nine of them. She’d bet her wellies they would recommend this company to everyone they knew.
Making guests feel like friends, 10 points.
She shifted her weight. She shouldn’t follow. Didn’t need to stand out to Logan in case he told his boss she’d been there.
But it was in her best interest to be curious about Logan—professionally, of course. The promise of whisky and a warm pub after a hectic travel day was simply a bonus. Besides, what was the harm in one drink?
She joined the end of the line in her rubber-duck raincoat.
Logan wouldn’t even notice her.

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.

Book Info:

Addie Macrae has always followed her wanderlust. As a travel consultant, she turns struggling businesses into world-class tour groups. Her job comes with the perk of jetsetting around the globe, which means never being in one place for too long—just the way she likes it. Since her mom passed away ten years ago and her father never stopped grieving, no place has felt like home anyway. But when she’s sent on assignment to help a family-run tour group in Scotland—the one place she swore she’d never go—Addie has to shed her emotional baggage and turn on the professional charm.

Logan Sutherland’s family business is operating just fine, thank you very much. The Heart of the Highlands was never meant to make the family rich, rather to teach sightseers to appreciate the beauty of Scotland’s hidden gems, which are more captivating than any tourist trap. The last thing Logan wants is some American “expert” pushing Outlander-themed tours and perpetuating myths about the Loch Ness Monster. And for a travel consultant, Addie oddly doesn’t seem interested in learning about the land Logan loves. Equally put off by each other, the new colleagues clash on every company decision.

Then Logan discovers Addie does have a personal connection to Scotland—it was her late mother’s favorite place, one that now lives on in a handful of faded Polaroids Addie kept from her parents’ Honeymoon. She wants to seek out the places in the pictures, but is worried that she’s too late to capture the wonder of following in her mother’s footsteps. Logan is convinced he can help Addie get some closure, and the two realize, when they agree, they actually work pretty well together.

But Addie’s contract with The Heart is almost up, and the business is still losing money. They can’t afford distractions, but there’s no denying the intense chemistry between Addie and Logan. Besides, how can Addie do her job properly if she hasn’t explored all Scotland has to offer?
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Meet the Author:

Alexandra Kiley writes big-hearted romances full of banter, found-family, and deep love. When she’s not writing, you can find her drinking tea, hiking, or gazing adoringly at the mountains of Colorado where she lives with her husband and two kids. Her novels are inspired by her semester in Scotland where she fell in love with not only the lush and magical land, but also the people who invited her into their homes and made her feel like family.
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27 Responses to “Spotlight & Giveaway: Kilt Trip by Alexandra Kiley”

  1. Leeza Stetson

    England. I’d want to go see the countryside, and then as many historic sites as possible.

  2. Debra Guyette

    I want to go to Iceland and se the Northern Lights and enjoy some hot springs.

  3. Tina R

    Scotland is the top destination on my travel bucket list, and my first activity there would be to visit Dalhousie Castle.

  4. Glenda M

    Scotland is one of the top places. While I want to see and do pretty much everything, I’d want to start out in a local pub to eat and drink.

  5. Bonnie

    I would love to visit the Amalfi coast in Italy. I would take a walking tour to enjoy the spectacular scenery.

  6. Joye

    I would like to visit Australia and see all the exotic animals up close!

  7. Kristen | CozyNovelTea

    I would loved to see the Northern Lights, so I think Norway!

  8. Dianne Casey

    Mackinac Island and the first place I would go is the Grand Hotel.

  9. Patricia Barraclough

    Scotland and Ireland have always been on the top of my list. I would like to research more of our family’s roots in County Cavin. Road Scholars have some great programs in both countries to learn much about the history, culture, and nature.