Publisher's Synopsis
I wasn't supposed to fall for my sister's wedding planner.
But a hot Scot who always wore a kilt - and wasn't into women?
Yeah, that had my name written all over it.
Why, you ask?
Oh, because I always go for the wrong kind of guy.
But then he started acting all flirty, and a late night of menu planning, coupled with an unexpected kilt mishap...let's just say, the lifelong mystery of what a Scot wears beneath his kilt...solved.
Hey, why can't a strait-laced financial advisor have a little kilt free-err I mean guilt free-fun?
Let me tell you why.
Because he was sweet and kind, protective and supportive, and my stupid heart got involved.
But then I discovered the hot Scot wasn't at all who I thought he was, and that sometimes, sadly, the bridesmaid can't have her cake and eat it too...
