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A Luscious look Under His Kilt by Melissa Blue

by on October 29, 2013

Hey ya peeps,

Today I was lucky enough to snag some info from Melissa Blue about her new release Under His Kilt and not only did she get me the information I needed but she sent the pretty to go along with it. A very sexy cover indeed.  I’ve known Melissa for a bit and had actually cornered her to sit down with us here at Luscious, sadly her computer imploded. I know what that’s like so I understood her frustration. In the interim she sent us the blurb and excerpt which I found interesting and of course the cover which I always seem to find a way to mention. 🙂 Check it out below and see if you don’t come to the same conclusions.

Until later my friends,




Jocelyn Pearson is determined to spend her last month as a twenty-something doing everything she’s too busy or scared to try. Her imagination runs wild and then fixates on Ian Baird. He’ll be working at the Langston Museum for a short stint as a consulting curator. He’s Scottish. He believes sex is fun to be had. He’s the perfect choice for a fling. She only has to get him break his rule about sleeping with co-workers. Seducing a man was on her bucket list…

Ian is no one’s fool and knows exactly what Jocelyn wants—him. If she didn’t work for the Langston Museum, he’d be more than happy to oblige any and every fantasy she desired, but she’s the curator. She’s sweet, inexperienced and well liked by everyone including the museum owner and director. Ian can’t risk losing such an important contact for his consulting business. Not even when everything within in him craves a taste of her.

When Jocelyn sets her sights on him, there’s no way Ian can deny her. They agree their affair will end in thirty days. No emotions, no entanglements, just sex. The closer the end date looms, they start to question if it’s possible to walk away. They’ll either have to come to terms of what they’ve become or stick to their original agreement.



“How nice of you.” He didn’t say it in a condescending manner but as a fact. “Unfortunately, they would be judge and jury on our lives.” He grunted with feigned disgust. “Look at how sad they are. Single. Lonely. Having nothing but sex, sex, sex with no meaning to their life other than a good night’s rest. Mind you, they haven’t slept in eons and can’t quite remember what it’s like anyway.”

He said it in the driest of tones. She couldn’t help but laugh and the frustration lessened even more. “I have nothing against what makes other people happy.”

He looked at her as though the answer was obvious. “’Cause you’re nice.”

“And you’re not?”

He made a face. “Sixty percent of the time. The rest I’m a dobber.”

He often called himself a dick. She wasn’t seeing him in a kinder light because of great sex. He didn’t have some deep well of emotion just lying around for her to discover, but he wasn’t cruel. She knew and had experienced first-hand. Ian was far from being a dick, but she could tell by his expression he believed it.

“You’re mocking siblings,” she guessed and sidestepped the minefield.

He shook his head. “Some friends who traded in their traveling clothes for tweed jackets.”

“You’re the last hold out. No wonder you don’t have kind words for them. Holidays they team up against you and try to hook you up with their friend or the person they came across in the grocery store who seemed so nice. A virtual stranger if that’s what it takes.”

He tightened the stays as he looked at her. A pensive expression darkened his face. “Worse for you, I’m guessing.”

“Nothing more depressing than seeing a woman alone. Especially when everyone else is hooked up.” She tried to hide it but bitterness leaked through her tone anyway.

He finished the tying, and she slapped at the dress to straighten out all of the extra folds. When she looked up, Ian’s good humor had vanished. Her lungs constricted and her heart fluttered. Not in fear but of what she feared of feeling for him—way more than lust.

“He was a bastard.” No warmth in his voice, nothing sexual, just hard words spoken.

She kept the tremble out of her voice by sheer will. “Who?”

“Whoever broke your heart.”

She jerked her shoulder and let out a quiet breath. “What makes you think I didn’t break his?”

He concentrated on the stays. “When it’s right and good both hearts usually end up broken when the relationship is over, but since I know you and not him, he’s the bastard in my book.”

She ducked her head and pretended to fix the bottom of the dress over the legs.

He stilled above her. “Did I go and make you cry?”

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Meet the Author:

Melissa Blue’s writing career started on a typewriter one month after her son was born. This would have been an idyllic situation for a writer if it had been 1985, not 2004. Eventually she upgraded to a computer. She’s still typing away on the same computer, making imaginary people fall in love


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  1. belindaegreen permalink

    You’re right Kass. Loved the cover! The blurb and excerpt wasn’t half bad either. LOL 🙂 Joceyln and Ian are about to get busy in a good way. Yummy!


  2. lol Thank you, Belinda. I think most people see the cover and are 3/4s sold already.

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