by Terry Spear
Publication Date: 4/27/2021
About the Book:
An overprotective wolf meets his match in the Scottish Highlands of today…
Heather MacNeil has never backed down from a fight. So when some shady shifters from a neighboring enemy clan come looking for trouble, she refuses to feed their satisfaction. There’s only one wolf that makes her go soft…
For packmate Enrick MacQuarrie, the work as second-in-command never ends—as the feud ignites, clan security is more vital than ever. But a certain unpredictable, feisty Highland lass is determined to stand up to the aggressors, and Enrick is equally determined to protect her.
The action builds as Heather and
Enrick grow closer, but will they be willing to sacrifice their wild friendship
for true love?
Meet the Author:
USA Today bestselling author Terry Spear has written over sixty paranormal and medieval Highland romances. A retired officer of the U.S. Army Reserves, Terry also creates award-winning teddy bears that have found homes all over the world, helps out with her grandbaby, and she is raising two Havanese puppies. She lives in Spring, Texas.
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Read an Excerpt:
“We’ve heard so much about your shop that we had to come
and check it out,” Robert said, leaning against her counter.
She didn’t believe him for an instant. Her phone
was sitting on the ledge below the high counter and out of his sight, so she
started to text Ian to see if he could send some backup, other than her three
brothers—Oran, Jamie, and Callum, who would just as likely kill the men and ask
questions afterward—if she needed the help.
The doorbell jingled again, and she looked up to see who it
was, afraid it would be more of the Kilpatricks’ kin. Instead, Enrick
MacQuarrie pulled the door closed behind him, and a bit of relief washed over
her. Now he was a welcome sight. Not for his supposed interest in dating her.
That was so far-fetched, she couldn’t believe Lana would even think
it. But Heather knew he would be all protective when it came to her or
any other she-wolf of the MacNeill pack.
She didn’t send the text message to Ian, figuring
Enrick would deal with the Kilpatricks if they gave her any trouble.
Not that she was totally reassured. Anything could go
wrong, and she sure didn’t want Enrick hurt either.
He looked so much like one of the men wearing a New York
T-shirt while they waited for their steak pies that he could have been his
double. Ever since Guy McNab had made it big as a film star in America, Enrick
had been mistaken for him whenever he ventured out of the area.
Enrick was the middle triplet brother of Grant and Lachlan
MacQuarrie, tawny-haired and good-natured—except if he was defending the pack
members or his friends, then watch out. He had a warrior’s heart, yet Heather
had seen a real soft side to him too—playing tug-of-war with the Irish
wolfhound pups, chasing the kids around the inner bailey in a game of tag,
growling as if he were a wolf in his fur coat and making the kids squeal in
delight. She’d seen him playing with his brothers as wolves and he
was totally aggressive then, not wanting either of his brothers to win the
battle between them. And in a snowball fight, he was the fastest snowball maker
and thrower she’d ever seen. If they played on teams, she wanted him
on hers.
So he did let his hair down, so to speak, with the
kids and with his brothers and others. With her? He clearly thought she was
trouble.
At least he was a wolf with a pack friendly to her own, and
she smiled brightly at him, glad he was here in case she needed him.
There was no smile for her, his look instead dark and
imposing as he glanced from her to the Kilpatrick brothers, still trying to
figure out what they wanted to buy. She hoped Enrick wouldn’t start a
fight. They had so many customers, and she didn’t want to see a brawl
break out in front of them. It surely wouldn’t help business.
Robert pointed to the sign on the wall listing the kind of
pies they sold. “We’ll take a couple of the steak and kidney pies to go.”
Okay, so they weren’t causing trouble. Yet.
They hadn’t noticed Enrick’s arrival, and she hoped he wouldn’t cause
things to get ugly when the other men were behaving…for the moment. Enrick was
observing them with a do-anything-I-don’t-like-and-you’ll-die look.
Robert leaned against the oak countertop. “We hear there’s
supposed to be a movie filmed at one of the castles nearby.”
As her heartbeat quickened, Heather’s gaze darted to
Enrick’s, and he raised his brows at her. Man, she was about to give the secret
away in that one little glance at him. She knew he would question her next,
once the men left. He could probably hear her heart suddenly beating way too
fast.
“We had a movie filmed at our castle a few years back, but
that’s it.” Heather placed their order with Rush stamped on
it. She’d never used the stamp before, but this was certainly one of
those times it came in handy.
“Not that film. A new one. More of a…fantasy,” Patrick
said, “featuring wolves, even.”
“At the MacNeills’ castle? No,” she said, shaking her head.
She wasn’t lying. Ian MacNeill swore they would never have another
film shot at their castle. At the time they’d been in dire straits
financially, and the only way to keep the castle solvent was to do the film.
Wolf packs had to keep their identity secret. Having tons of nonwolves traipsing
through Argent Castle and the grounds could be problematic. Her pack had had to
send a couple of newly turned wolves to stay with the MacQuarries, just so the
human cast and crew wouldn’t have the surprise of seeing the newbies
shift during the full moon.
***
Excerpted from The Wolf Wore Plaid by Terry Spear. © 2021 by Terry Spear. Used with
permission of the publisher, Sourcebooks
Casablanca, an imprint of Sourcebooks, Inc. All rights reserved.
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