Guest Blog: Catherine Bybee talks about kilts!
I am excited to have Catherine Bybee here today. This kicks off her blog tour for her novel, Highland Shifter.
Thank you Lia for kicking off my Highland Shifter tour with a guest blog on your site. One of the things I love about going on a cyber tour is meeting new people and finding places online to spend oodles of hours.
When I’m faced with a half a dozen guest blogs on any tour I have to be creative and give a reader a reason to stop by.
So let’s talk kilts, shall we?
Why oh why do we love kilts? Let’s face it, if we were walking down the street and saw a man wearing a dress…not the kilted variety of plaid mind you, but a dress. Let’s say an evening dress. If said person wasn’t part of a parade or on their way to a movie set, we might have to wonder a tad about this man’s life. I live outside of Los Angeles and I’ve seen my fair share of men in dresses. Hollywood is right around the corner so the ‘man on set’ isn’t far from my reach. And I’ve spend many years working in Emergency Rooms where I’ve seen just about everything, including men in dresses.
Now I might be going out on a limb here, but I wouldn’t look at one of these men with the same mind as say a muscle-clad man wearing a thick plaid kilt with a bare chest…Grrr! The picture of the man in the evening dress tells me, no matter how I spin it, that he isn’t for me. But the kilted hunk-a-licious. Grrrrrr!
Something about the bare legs and gumption to wear a kilt just makes me all giddy inside. I know…TMI, but I’m not alone! And I have yet to see a man in a kilt that ever wears anything under his kilt. And that, ladies, is uber hot!
In tune with the kilted theme, I present to your readers Highland Shifter. My kilt wearing Simon is uber hot and not afraid to wear his kilt without a stitch underneath. He’s talented with his sword and his wit. So take a moment to check out this latest release and slip into Catherine Bybee’s kilted world.
Thanks again for having me, Lia.
New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author Catherine Bybee has been addicted to romance since her teens. After spending a decade of her life working as an RN in urban emergency rooms, Catherine is now dedicated to writing happily-ever-afters for the world to love. Catherine is married and raising two sons in Southern California.
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Helen Adams has a knack for finding lost objects, but the Simon McAllister she finds isn’t what she expected. The missing California teen is now a grown man—a kilted, sword wielding, Highland warrior.
A mysterious Druid book and Helen’s sixth sense send her to Scotland in search of a missing boy. After being attacked by strange men dressed in medieval garb, a handsome, desirable hero answering to the boy’s name rescues her. No one is more surprised than she to find herself in sixteenth century Scotland. Unable to deny the reality of time travel, Helen discovers smoldering passion with a man destined to leave her.
Simon has lived his Druid life in two very different worlds, two vastly different times, and when Helen practically lands in his lap, he knows his life is about to change forever. There are enemies in California lying in wait for her, and an army in Scotland closing in on his family. Simon is the only person who can protect her. But when she learns his most guarded secret, will she still want him? Can Helen love a Highland Shifter?
Simon stepped closer and felt the heat of her skin. She smelled of the strawberry shampoo she used in her hair. Helen’s hands slid from her hips and fell to the side.
“’Tis time we clear up a few things in your lovely head about me.”
He stepped closer, and Helen, the wise girl, took a step back until her bottom met the edge of the desk. She reached behind her to steady herself and keep from falling.
Like a predatory cat cornering his prey, Simon towered over Helen, watching her body twitch as her eyes travelled over his.
“Really?” Her voice wavered. After clearing her throat, she asked. “Like what?”
Simon licked his lips and glanced at hers. “I’m not evil.”
“Uhm….” Her eyes never left his mouth while he spoke.
“And I’d never lure a child into my presence.”
Simon leaned into her, their thighs touched and Helen’s breathing started to quicken. He placed one hand on the table beside her, leaving her very little room to escape should she want to. From the hunger in her gaze, and the heat coming off her body, he didn’t believe she would.
“A woman, however, might tempt me to entice her attention.”