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Meet Me in Scotland

Patience Griffin


ISBN: 9780451468307
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Hiding out in the tiny town of Gandiegow, Scotland, after a video of her bashing the idea of "happily ever after" goes viral, marriage therapist Emma Castle uses this time to catch up with her old childhood friend, Claire, and to avoid the one man she hoped never to see again.
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ISBN: 9780451468307
ANNOTATION:
Hiding out in the tiny town of Gandiegow, Scotland, after a video of her bashing the idea of "happily ever after" goes viral, marriage therapist Emma Castle uses this time to catch up with her old childhood friend, Claire, and to avoid the one man she hoped never to see again.

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Hiding out in the tiny town of Gandiegow, Scotland, after a video of her bashing the idea of "happily ever after" goes viral, marriage therapist Emma Castle uses this time to catch up with her old childhood friend, Claire, and to avoid the one man she hoped never to see again.

Publisher Description

When a video of her callinghappily ever after'a foolish fantasy' goes viral, marriage therapist Emma Castle is out of a job-and off to Scotland. The tiny town of Gandiegow is the perfect place to ride out the media storm and to catch up with her childhood friend Claire. But also in Gandiegow is the one man she hoped never to see again.

She's successfully avoided Gabriel MacGregor since Claire and Dominic's wedding, only to find he's now the village doctor-and just as tall, dark, and devilish as ever. Claire and Dominic's blissful marriage, however, is not what it used to be. Soon Emma and Gabriel find themselves taking sides even as the sparks begin to fly between them. Can Emma help her friends-or regain her career-as she struggles with her own happily ever after?

'Meet Me In Scotlandis a warmhearted and charming tale of two friends, each attempting to deal with love in their own way. Definitely a 'must read' for any woman with romance in her heart. An excellent and recommended read.'Fresh Fiction

'A captivating story of four friends, two madcap romances, an idyllic Scottish town, and its endearingly stubborn but loyal inhabitants. Add scones, quilts, and kilts? Griffin sews this one up. Witty, warmhearted, and totally charming!' Shelley Noble,New York Timesbestselling author ofBreakwater Bay

Author Biography

Patience Griffin, author of To Scotland, With Love, grew up in a small town along the Mississippi River. She has a master's degree in nuclear engineering but spends her days writing stories about hearth and home and dreaming about the fictional small town of Gandiegow, Scotland.

Review

"Meet Me In Scotland is a warmhearted and charming tale of two friends, each attempting to deal with love in their own way. Definitely a 'must read' for any woman with romance in her heart. An excellent and recommended read."--Fresh Fiction "A captivating story of four friends, two madcap romances, an idyllic Scottish town, and its endearingly stubborn but loyal inhabitants. Add scones, quilts, and kilts? Griffin sews this one up. Witty, warmhearted, and totally charming!"--Shelley Noble, New York Times bestselling author of Breakwater Bay

Praise for To Scotland with Love

"A magnificent, triple-hankie debut written straight from the heart, by turns tender, funny, heart-wrenching, and wise. Prepare to smile through your tears at this deft, brave, and deeply gratifying love story."--Grace Burrowes, New York Times bestselling author

"A wonderful, heartwarming story that will convince you of the power of love."--Janet Chapman, New York Times bestselling author

"Griffin's style is as warm and comfortable as a cherished heirloom quilt."--Lori Wilde, New York Times bestselling author of The Cupid, Texas Novels

"A life-affirming story of love, loss, and redemption. Patience Griffin seamlessly pieces compelling characters, a spectacular setting, and a poignant romance into a story as warm and beautiful as an heirloom quilt. . .The story will touch your soul with its depth, engage you with its cast of endearing characters, and delight you with touches of humor."--Diane Kelly, author of the Tara Holloway series

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When a video of her calling happily ever after 'a foolish fantasy' goes viral, marriage therapist Emma Castle is out of a job-and off to Scotland. The tiny town of Gandiegow is the perfect place to ride out the media storm and to catch up with her childhood friend Claire. But also in Gandiegow is the one man she hoped never to see again.

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PRAISE FOR THE KILTS AND QUILTS NOVEL Also by Patience Griffin SIGNET ECLIPSE Acknowledgments PRONUNCIATION GUIDE Aileen (AY-leen) Ailsa (AIL-sa) Bethia (BEA-thee-a) Buchanan (byoo-KAN-uhn) Cait (KATE) Caitriona (kah-TREE-na) Deydie (DI-dee) Lochie (LAW-kee) Macleod (muh-KLOUD) Moira (MOY-ra) céilidh (KAY-lee)--a party/dance fash --trouble Gandiegow --squall Hogmanay --the Scottish celebration of the New Year ken --understanding kirk --church lorry --truck postie --postman Sassenach (Sass-un-nak)--an English person The Quilters of Gandiegow Lesson #1 Quilting is the best kind of therapy. Chapter One Just as Emma Castle''s plane landed in Scotland, she pulled out her phone and viewed the incriminating evidence once again. Bollocks. The damned video had gone viral. Exactly as her boss back in Los Angeles--now her ex-boss--had feared. She still couldn''t believe it. Fired. Egghead Emma had been fired. The video wasn''t a sex tape, which her parents certainly would''ve preferred over the reality of what was hitting the Internet. She watched the forty-eight-second clip for a third time. How superior her British accent sounded, how smug she looked, like she had all the answers. Those forty-eight seconds had irrevocably changed her future. Thirty years old and already a washout. Oh, bloody hell, what would she do now? Well, that''s why she was here sitting on the tarmac--hoping to figure things out with her best friend, Claire. As the other passengers pulled down their bags and left the plane, she stared out the window to what looked like midnight in the dead of winter. It was early evening, but a huge blizzard was brewing. An accurate metaphor for her life. She slid her phone back into her pocket. Certainly I''m not the only marriage therapist in the world who doesn''t believe in happily-ever-afters. But she was the only one to get caught on hidden camera telling a couple how it really was. As a Brit working in America, she''d learned a thing or two about this time of year. At the clinic, they''d called them the Thanksgiving crowd. A week before the turkey and the dressing, marriages were either exploding or imploding because of the approaching holidays. Emma had apparently cracked up right along with them, telling one of her couples how it all was going to play out. Unfortunately, she''d been caught on tape. Don''t waste your money. Marriage therapy serves one purpose and one purpose only: getting you through the inevitable divorce. In her defense, she''d only been telling her clients the truth. It was what she''d seen day in and day out. She closed her eyes and laid her head back on the rest, trying to put the video out of her mind and trying not to imagine what her parents would say when they found out. Mum, the World''s Leading Sex Therapist, and Dad, Hollywood''s Marriage Counselor, would insist on having her professionally evaluated when the news reached them. But maybe then they would finally accept the truth. Emma wasn''t cut out to be a couples counselor, and her controlling parents couldn''t guilt her into doing it any longer. They''d have to find someone else to collaborate on their books and TV promotions. At times like these, Emma wished she had a sibling. Someone else to fulfill her parents'' expectations. But having a sibling would require her parents to at least be in the same country at the same time, not to mention the same bed. When the aisle cleared, she hurried off the plane and searched the waiting crowd. God, she''d missed her best friend. She''d hesitated only a moment when Claire had invited her to come to Gandiegow. Running away couldn''t fix the predicament she''d gotten herself into, but it would give her a respite, and oh, how she needed a best-friend booster shot to help make things better. Then she could head to London to face Mum. Hopefully, by then, she''d have a few things worked out, maybe even a plan for what to do next. Emma''s mobile 〉 it was Claire. "Where are you?" Emma scanned the faces around her. "Are you waiting at baggage reclaim?" "Nay." Claire paused. "I sent Gabriel to pick you up." "No," Emma cried. The people around her turned and stared. At the same time, her mother''s voice rang in her ear: Losing one''s temper is not in a proper Englishwoman''s repertoire. Hissing wasn''t, either, but Emma did it anyway into the phone. "For your sake, Claire, I hope you''re speaking of Gabriel the archangel and not the other one." Claire gave her attitude right back. "Don''t grumble at me. It''s not my fault your flight was delayed. You know how early I have to get up." "Why couldn''t your husband take the morning shift for you?" Claire tsked . "The scones are my specialty. The restaurant depends upon them." Emma sighed heavily. "Yes, I know. But still." "Gabriel was a saint to offer," Claire defended. Yeah, right, Emma thought. Her friend went on. "Is he there yet?" "I don''t know." Gabriel would be the perfect end to her perfectly horrible day. "Buck up, Emma. You''re a grown woman. You can handle a few hours with him." With that Claire said goodbye and hung up. Emma''s temples began to throb. Claire was testing her patience as only Claire could do. Gabriel MacGregor was incorrigible, plain and simple. Claire knew she couldn''t stand being around him. When Claire and Dominic had first coupled up, Emma had spent a fair amount of time in Gabriel''s presence. Dominic and Gabriel were inseparable, closer than most brothers she knew. Not biological brothers, but Gabriel''s father had taken Dominic in when he was orphaned. Emma had visited Claire often back then and had been thrust into Gabriel''s path over and over. He''d made a lasting impression, but not in a good way. He had a way of flustering her that was very uncomfortable. For years now she''d successfully avoided him, making sure she had plenty of excuses at the ready if Gabriel was to be present. The last time she''d actually seen him was at Claire and Dominic''s wedding, ten years ago. He''d shown up late, roaring in on his motorcycle, wearing a leather jacket, leather pants, and an earring. Undignified and unrefined, especially for the occasion. Even worse, he had stirred something deep inside her she couldn''t name. Ten minutes later, decked out in a tux, he''d smiled at her, tucked her arm into his, and walked her down the aisle, best man to her maid of honor. He''d behaved appropriately during the ceremony, but then at the reception he''d flirted with all the bridesmaids and had taken most of them back to his room for a pajama party. Emma sniffed. Certainly no pajamas had been involved. And Egghead Emma hadn''t been invited, either. Gabriel MacGregor with his deep Scottish burr was a scoundrel--a rake. She sighed heavily. There would be no helping it. She''d be forced to spend the next several hours with him in the car, but thankfully, it would only be that. Surely his visit to Gandiegow would be over soon and she wouldn''t have to endure his presence in the small Scottish town for too long. Emma stowed her phone and realized she was being stared at by an extraordinarily handsome man. Tall, dark, and devilish. A rake through and through. As a trained psychologist, she recognized within herself all the telltale signs of instant attraction. Her pulse raced, she involuntarily licked her lips, and she brushed her hair off her shoulders. Then recognition hit. Dr. Gabriel MacGregor. Bugger me. At twenty he''d been handsome and she''d thought him a man. But now she saw she was wrong. Dead wrong. He made the twenty-year-old Gabriel look young and wiry and inconsequential. This man had muscles filling out his long-sleeved polo, the breadth of an American football player, and the stance of a Scottish warrior. She did it again. Licked her lips. I''m in deep trouble. He made his way through the crowd to her, not smiling, not happy to see her, either. In truth, she couldn''t blame him. She had been a pill at Claire''s wedding, but she had wanted everything to run smoothly for her friend''s big day. Emma might''ve crossed the line by scolding Gabriel at his tardiness. And she''d definitely given him plenty of attitude during the reception about his tart-iness. All those women, indeed. What could one man do with so many at once? From the novels she''d read--for pure research, mind you--she knew. Sex and lots of it. "Do you have more luggage?" he said in his firm baritone burr. It ran over her like warm syrup. No, butter. No . . . She fanned herself. She was incensed at her own visceral reaction. And he hasn''t given me a proper greeting . At least she could be civilized. "Hello, Gabriel." She felt her nose lift higher in the air. It might be misconstrued as snooty, but seriously, the man was six-three if he was an inch. She cranked her head back to inspect his face. He gave her a one-sided frown and seemed to be inspecting her, too. But not her face. "You filled out," he said. Instinctively, she put an arm over her breasts. Her cheeks burned. She started to give him a piece of her mind, but then she got angry with herself for letting him provoke her. Defiantly, she put her arm down and stuck out her chest. "Look all you want. They expanded all on their own. Without

Product Details

Author
Patience Griffin
Short Title
MEET ME IN SCOTLAND
Pages
384
Publisher
Signet Book
Language
English
ISBN-10
0451468309
ISBN-13
9780451468307
Media
Book
Format
Mass Market Paperback
Series
Kilts and Quilts
Country of Publication
United States
Edition
2nd
Audience Age
18
Year
2016
Publication Date
2016-03-01
Audience
General/Trade
Series Number
2
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