The Kinloch Series Ultimate Book Bundle

Her new life wasn’t supposed to include him.

Zoe’s spent her life playing it safe, but when she inherits a tiny cabin in the Scottish Highlands, she decides it’s time to shake things up. Goodbye, boring London life. Hello, adventure! What could possibly go wrong?

Only everything.

Her 'cozy' new home has no running water or electricity, the roof leaks like a sieve, and the front door is... missing. And then there’s her new neighbor – Rory. A scorchingly hot, grumpy man-bear who wants her gone. 

Rory has zero patience for distractions. If he can’t make Kinloch Castle profitable, he’s out of a job. All he wants is peace and quiet in the cabin he loved as a child. Instead, it’s been invaded by a one-woman chaos machine and turned into a DIY disaster zone. Worse? She’s infuriatingly attractive.

Rory needs Zoe out of Scotland, and out of his life. The trouble is, she has no intention of leaving.

Let the games begin…

Winner of the American Legacy Award for Best Romcom and the Chatelaine Award for Romantic Fiction, Highland Games is a laugh-out-loud, standalone, steamy, small-town romantic comedy with a sunny heroine and a grump in a kilt. With no cheating or cliffhanger, you’re guaranteed a happily ever after and enough HEAT to get you all Scot and bothered!

Brace yourself, Scotland. Hollywood’s coming…

Hot Earl Rory MacGinley and feisty redhead Zoe Maxwell are in love, but true love can’t save Rory’s ancestral home from falling down. When a Hollywood superstar lands on their doorstep wanting to film Braveheart 2 at Kinloch Castle, it sounds like a dream solution to all their problems. But it’s about to turn into an absolute nightmare.

A bonkers script that rewrites Scottish history, celebrities who believe in pixies and past lives, and a mystical holy man with nefarious plans. It’s not just the castle that's coming under siege.

With tensions running high and more drama behind the camera than in front of it, it’s up to Rory and Zoe to rewrite the script, save the castle’s future, and secure their happy ending.

When Hollywood meets the Highlands, things will never be the same again…

Hollywood Gamesis a laugh-out-loud, super-steamy, small-town romantic comedy with a guaranteed happily ever after and no cheating or cliffhanger. It can be read as a standalone but is best enjoyed after the multi-award-winning romcom, Highland Games.

She’s a Hollywood star used to being in control. He’s a tattooed bodyguard who's going to show her how to let go.

Valentina Valverde’s been all work and no play her entire life. But when filming Braveheart 2 in the Highlands of Scotland gives her unexpected downtime, she has no idea what to do with it.

Enter Charlie Hamilton, the flirtatious, ex-special-forces bodyguard who’s determined to teach her how to have fun – with a bucket list that’s all about letting loose.

From skinny dipping to spin the bottle, Valentina’s well-ordered life takes a wild turn. But when no-strings fun becomes something more, they have to face the hardest truth of all – can a bodyguard and a movie star be more than a Highland fling?

An actress who’s all work, a bodyguard who’s all play – and a bucket list that will change their lives forever…

Kissing Games is a sizzlingly-steamy, standalone romantic comedy featuring a tattooed, ex-special forces bodyguard who’ll melt your heart and a lonely Hollywood actress who needs to let her hair down. There’s no cheating or cliffhanger, but you’ll definitely gasp, cry, snort-laugh, and swoon your way to the grandest of gestures and the happiest of endings!

He’s never been kissed, and she’s about to rock his world…

Bubbly actress Sam Adamson is this close to making it big – all she needs is one lucky break. But when she lands a meeting with Hollywood’s biggest star, she blows it by blurting out a lie.

Now, she’s got ten days to write an album with a man who wants absolutely nothing to do with her.

Unwillingly swept up in her grand plan is shy virgin Jamie MacDougall. He has the voice of an angel and the body of a god, but he’s never set foot outside Scotland – or his comfort zone – and fame is the last thing on his mind.

As the music flows, sparks fly. But when the limelight beckons, Sam’s about to discover that getting what she thinks she wants might mean losing what she really needs.

Musical Games is a steamy, standalone romantic comedy packed with small-town shenanigans and all the feels. No cheating or cliffhanger – just a hot and hilarious ride to a guaranteed happily-ever-after!

Say ‘I do’ to Scotland’s wedding of the year!

Wedding bells are finally ringing for Rory and Zoe! But setting a date and saying ‘yes to the dress’ is a lot more complicated when their mothers are mortal enemies and Rory’s stepfather is a Hollywood star with a death wish.

And if their families weren’t complicated enough, their friends are determined to make the bachelor and bachelorette parties ones they will remember forever – or desperately try to forget…

A castle, a cast of thousands, a superstar who’s lost the plot, and an unlikely stripper. Can Rory and Zoe unravel the tangles in time to tie the knot, or is eloping the only answer? 

Get your glad rags on and hold onto your hats. It’s time to unleash matrimonial madness!

Wedding Gamesis a laugh-out-loud, steamy romantic comedy novella, with all your favorite characters from the Kinloch series and a guaranteed happily-ever-after! It can be read as a standalone but is best enjoyed after the other books in the series.

She’s ready to deliver the best Christmas ever…

All Zoe MacGinley wants for Christmas this year is a baby – and she’s willing to do whatever it takes, including having her hot hubby Rory suspend her by the ankles after performing his ‘husbandly duties’...

But preparing for Christmas at Kinloch Castle is never simple, and this year brings extra chaos: a Hollywood house invasion, a light show malfunction, and the impending arrival of Baby MacGinley.

Rory’s determined to make their final Christmas as a couple unforgettable, and goes all-out organising the village nativity with Zoe in the starring role. However, Baby MacGinley has other ideas and might just end up being the real miracle this December.

Christmas Games is a laugh-out-loud, fabulously festive, steamy romcom novella, with all your favorite characters from the Kinloch series and a guaranteed happily-ever-after! It can be read as a standalone but is best enjoyed after the other books in the series.

Get your copy of Christmas Games today!

Please note: A version of this story also appears in the Christmas Chaos novella collection.

This was it. She was going to die.

Die being mauled and eaten by a bear. Why had she left her flat, her job, her friends, her life for this wild fantasy, only to die on the first night?

And she wasn’t even wearing her best underwear.

Adrenaline shot up Zoe’s body, turbocharged by alcohol, straight to her frantic heart. Think! Can I barricade the door? She tore her gaze from the grimy window, fighting the darkness inside the deserted cabin. 

The chairs looked rotten and the table too heavy to move without making a noise. 

What happened to the rest of Willie’s furniture? And why did I neck half a bottle of Prosecco the minute I arrived? On an empty stomach?

She peered back at the large shape shuffling in the blackness outside. It was huge, bigger and broader than a man. 

But hang on, were there even bears in Scotland? 

She ran through her memories—a scrambled montage of wildlife documentaries—trying to pick the right country from ice caps, rainforests, and savannah. There’d been a film, years ago, about bringing native species back to the Highlands. Had they reintroduced bears? Or was it beavers? She went to google it, then remembered there was no phone signal.

God, this place really is the ends of the earth.

She tiptoed to the cabin door and peered through the crack. It didn’t lock or even close properly. Hopeless against a creature that big. It was by the outhouse. Maybe it was searching for food? Could she throw it something to eat? 

She locked her eyes on the figure and bent her knees, fingers fluttering into the shopping bags on the floor. They knocked against a can, and it tipped with a crash.

The figure’s head snapped up. Zoe heard a low growl: the sound of a creature preparing to kill.

Shit, shit, shit!

Her hand closed around a loaf of bread. She yanked it out, pushed the door open, and catapulted the loaf into the air. It arced overhead and landed with a soft thud at the bear’s feet. The growl changed to a frenzied bark, and a wolf stalked out from behind the outhouse.

Oh god, wolves and bears!

She was doomed. The bear put a paw out, silencing the wolf, bent down and picked up her weapon.

Zoe was cold with fear, but Prosecco made her bold. ‘Shoo! Shoo! Be off with you!’

The bear raised itself to its full height.

‘A loaf of bread? You threw a loaf of bread at me?’

Oh god, it was a man. A man-bear. Out of the frying pan into the fire. 

‘I’ve got a gun! Get off my land! Or… I’ll shoot you!’

The man-bear slouched back against the outhouse, tossing the loaf from paw to paw. ‘No, you don’t, and this isn’t your land.’

‘Yes, it bloody well is!’

Zoe was furious. She was thirty per cent cold, sixty per cent drunk, and one hundred per cent scared so stupid she’d thought bears roamed wild in Scotland. To top it off, some intruder was now saying this wasn’t her land? 

She reached back into the bag, grabbed a can, and threw it with pinpoint accuracy, hitting him on the shoulder.

It bounced off. 

He must be made of steel.

‘Let me guess,’ he drawled. ‘Baked beans?’

She pulled out another and threw it at him. 

‘Get! Off! My! Land!’ she yelled, each word punctuated by another grocery item sailing through the air. When the bag was empty, she balled it up and threw it after her food. It unravelled and fell to the floor by her feet.

‘Have you finished?’

Zoe was silent, thinking of what else she had left. Her boots? 

The man-bear walked towards her, holding the loaf at arm’s length. The wolf—okay, dog—at his heels, wagging its tail. They climbed the steps to the porch where she was standing.

‘Yours?’ If words were an eyebrow, this one was arched.

She snatched it, squinting up at him. His face was obscured by the darkness. 

‘I told you,’ she hissed, ‘get off my fucking land.’

He leaned in and she leaned back. ‘It’s not your fucking land,’ he whispered.

‘Yes, it bloody well is! My great-uncle gave it to me.’

He stepped back, as if surprised. ‘Mad Willie?’

‘It’s Great-Uncle Willie to you!’

He crossed his arms. ‘So then, niece of Great-Uncle Willie, is the land freehold or leasehold?’

She paused. How did he know? ‘I own the leasehold for the next thirty years.’

‘Ahh, so it’s not really yours then. It belongs to the Kinloch estate.’

Zoe was beyond anger, beyond fear. This massive oaf had nearly given her a heart attack and now he was telling her it wasn’t her land? She took a big breath, intending to let him have it, when he interrupted.

‘So, may I ask why you threw a loaf of bread at me?’

She stopped, set off course. ‘I thought you were a bear,’ she replied without thinking.

Silence.

Then the man-bear started laughing.

The sound was even bigger than him, splitting the darkness with unrepressed joy and echoing across the loch to the other side of the valley. Her toes tingled as the deck reverberated under her feet. 

He laughed as if he couldn’t stop, his huge frame doubled over as he gasped for breath. He was wheezing now, each howl punctuated by ‘A bear! A bear!’

‘I don’t see what’s so funny.’

The man tried to control himself. ‘It’s Scotland, not bloody Yellowstone! Have you come here looking for pixies? Maybe a little Nessie-spotting?’ He started laughing again at his own joke.

‘I’m here to live, you buffoon! And it’s not funny. You scared the shit out of me. Anyway, who the hell are you? And what are you doing sniffing around my house in the dead of night?’

The man-bear stopped laughing and straightened. ‘Okay. First, it’s not the dead of night—it gets darker quicker up here than in the home counties. Second, I work on this land and saw a piddly little sports car abandoned on the track. I came to see what was going on and got attacked by a lunatic armed with a loaf of bread. And third, you can’t live here; it’s not fit for human habitation. I’ll show you the way to the village. There’s a pub with rooms you can stay in, and tomorrow you can go home.’

Zoe clenched her jaw and spat out her words like bullets. ‘Listen here, Mr Know-It-All. Let me make one thing straight. This is my land and my home, and I intend to live here. I don’t need an overgrown yeti trespassing on my property and frightening the crap out of me. Now bugger off.’ She held up the loaf of bread. ‘I’m going to make myself some beans on toa—’ she remembered there was no electricity, ‘bread, and have a quiet night in.’

‘Maybe watch some telly?’ he replied. ‘Surf the web? Have a nice hot bubble bath? Good luck with that.’

He stepped off the porch and strode away, whistling for the dog to follow. 

Zoe stalked into the cabin and slammed the door as hard as she could. It rewarded her by falling off its hinges and landing with an almighty crash on the front deck.

The man didn’t look back.

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