The second stand-alone in the Wild Scots series takes you from the stunning scenery of Scotland to the busy city of Manhattan. Perfect Storm involves a steamy hot one-night stand, a surprise pregnancy, a dedicated alpha-male hero who’ll stop at nothing to get his girl, and a heroine with big plans of her own. 

Beth: I know, I know. Running a guy over isn’t the best way to get his attention, but in my defence, my driving skills are all I really have. And impressing the tall, dark, mysterious man who barely speaks was far too tempting to pass up. Except women like me don’t get to date earls. I’m not what he needs. I grew up in foster care, he was raised in a palace. No matter the power of our heated looks, or how much my blood surges whenever he’s around, whatever we have will be short-lived. Heartbreak is all I’ve ever known. He’s welcome to the pieces.

There are three things I know as fact: There’s a million dollars in my bank account that isn’t mine. I planned a vacation fling, but the guy in question has a twin brother no one told me about. I kissed the twin by accident. Bam, cue fireworks and sparks. Now, if the universe could do me a solid and help me do kiss him on purpose, I could forget my money troubles. 

I thought the scenery would be the highlight of my working trip to Scotland, then a dark-haired, kilted Highlander walks into the bar. That swoony Scottish accent. Dark eyes and a sexy smirk. Would anyone blame me for a quick holiday romance? Except if I want to keep my job, Ewan is off limits. I need to lock down my lust.

It was the blood I noticed first. Running down the neck of the man on the ferry. Then his bruised knuckles, dark eyes, and arrogant smirk. The handcuffs came last. No one else paid him attention, but I couldn't look away. Or deny my instant lust. I had no idea he was being imprisoned on the remote, dark Scottish island I knew well. Or that he'd been kidnapped, not arrested. I went from that naïve girl on the boat, dreaming of stolen kisses, to the one who held the key to his prison cell. When heat turns to hate, all that's left is ruin.

Lexi and Alex’s passion for each other shows no signs of waning, but the road ahead is by no means easy. While Lexi loves Alex, she struggles to retain her individual identity while being a partner in a high-profile relationship. On her first international tour as Power Station’s publicist and Alex’s official girlfriend, Lexi is initiated into the crazy lifestyle of a rock star. Despite all the pressure, Lexi realizes that their relationship is worth fighting for, and she no longer wants to be alone.

Midfielder Maclay "Mac" Logan is a loud-mouthed, tattooed ginger content with focusing on football. But when an adorable, freckled seamstress comes barreling into his life, he finds Netflix-And-Bickering with her to be his new favorite pastime. Freya Cook is used to being the invisible woman with a needle and thread, offering cheeky punchlines as she helps dress London's finest. She's plus-sized in body and spirit, and other than her friendship with Mac, talking to the opposite sex is one skill she never mastered. 

Three US Navy SEALs. One lucky nanny. I lied my way into a Lakers suite to get closer to the game. I had no idea I was messing with a bunch of Navy SEALs. But the three gorgeous, powerful men aren't angry. In fact, they want to offer me a job. Rogan, the tall, dark, and handsome commander who goes the extra mile by visiting my hotel and convincing me to take the job. Brady, the Boston goofball whose dirty jokes and naughty smiles send an excited shiver up my spine. Asher, the freckled blond sweetheart who specializes in combat intelligence.

The universe is definitely trying to punish Jennifer Andrews. Her new colleague, Ellaine Baxter, is not only an annoying, ambitious hard-ass, she's the woman who broke Jennifer's best friend's heart. Now, for added torture, they have to drive to a teambuilding conference together. On their three-hour journey, things go from tense to catastrophic after an unscheduled stop in New Zealand's wildly beautiful Kaimanawa Forest. 

Camden Harris, the famously hot, hulk of a footballer is laid up in a London hospital. But his busted knee doesn't stop him from running his well-practiced game on Indie Porter - his redheaded spitfire of a doctor. She's not his type, not even close. But she could be the perfect distraction from the soul-crushing damage this injury could cost him.

Morgan Barrett is off-limits. Why? Because she's my best friend's sister and insists that she isn't interested in a relationship. That didn't stop us from sharing one incredibly passionate night together. However, one night was not enough for either of us. I want more. She needs more. When we give in to the desire, something amazing happens. But can we keep the past from destroying the future we both desire?

Mav disappeared before I could ever tell him about the child I carried. I’ve had years to get over him, and I’ve tried. But the second I see him again my heart lurches and it’s like all that time evaporates. I still burn for him, even though I know it’s a bad idea. I try to remind myself about the bad things: his possessiveness, his quick temper...but he’s different now. More mature. Protective. Settled. And hiding something. Something bigger than the child we share.

As the co-owner of Bayside Resorts, Rick Savage has a fabulous beachfront resort where he works with his best friends and brother. When Desiree Cleary moves in next door to take care of her mother's estate, Rick sets his sights on the sexy and sweet pre-school teacher. But Desiree's sister isn't keen on the fast-talking playboy making moves on the younger sister she's never had a chance to get to know. And she has other ideas in store - like opening Summers Inn, a bed and breakfast that could be big-time competition for Rick's resort.

Two years ago, I made a mistake, a big one. Then I added a couple more just for good measure. I screwed up my life, but I survived. Now I have the opportunity for a fresh start. Two years in NZ. Away from the LA gossip, a chance to breathe, to rebuild my life. But I’m taking a new set of rules with me. I don’t do relationships. I don’t do commitment. I don’t do white picket fences. And I especially don’t do arrogant, holier-than-thou, smoking hot K9 officers who walk into my ER and rock my world.

When it comes down to acclaim in the yearbook, my class rank would probably earn me my only entry, but probably very little else. I don’t wear cosmetics, do my hair, or really give a damn about my appearance in general. I don’t need to be cool, and I’ve managed my high school career navigating all the different groups from the nerds to the jocks to the theatre kids and the band geeks.