He's the leader of the mountain rescue service. She might just need saving.
Lochie
For too long, I've been alone. Just me and my daughter. Keeping her safe is everything, so taking a job in the remote Scottish Highlands suits us fine.
I shouldn't need anything more.
Yet I'm beyond distracted by a lass.
Smart, beautiful, and living right next door, Cait McRae makes it clear she's not interested.
Every sly glance tells another story.
It's all I can do not to throw her over my shoulder and take her home.
Cait might claim she only wants to explore the physical, but I know she's wrong.
She's mine.
If the people pursuing us both don't destroy what we've found.
Cait
I always knew I was different. No one ever caught my eye.
Until a huge, scowling man moves in next door. He's the new head of the mountain rescue service, and a single dad to a sweet little girl.
Turns out, I'm a late bloomer, as all I can think about is Lochie.
But someone else wants me.
A series of strange events point to one conclusion. I have a stalker, and the danger I'm in is only just starting.
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The Wild Mountain Scots series follows on from the Wild Scots series with more of your favourite McRaes. Meet the brooding, tough, protective men of the mountain rescue and the beautiful women who tame their hearts.
Contents
Reader Note
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Epilogue
Bonus Epilogue
Acknowledgments
Also by Jolie Vines
About the Author
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Reader Note
Dear reader,
Thank you for picking up Obsessed, the first in my series about the men of the mountain rescue. Get ready to swoon!
In case you didn’t know, the series comes hot on the heels of the Wild Scots books—five of Cait’s cousins have already had their romances.
If you’ve read those, have you met their daddies? The Marry the Scot series features the fathers of the Wild Scots and Wild Mountain Scots crew.
All the stories are standalone, and each has its own happily ever after.
Be sure to check out the audiobooks too!
Enjoy my hot Scots.
Love, Jolie x
1
Lochinvar
From a short distance away, the white piece of paper under my car’s windscreen wiper fluttered in the breeze, innocuous even as it tore through my peace of mind.
The folded note bore my name—my old name—written in a bold pen.
We’d been found.
My heart pounded, and panic washed through me. A day of travel lay behind us. Weeks of planning this journey now wasted. We’d have to get back on the road and leave Scotland again. I dug my fingers into my hair, stifling a howl of frustration.
All the preparation. All the careful arrangements. Ruined.
With rigid, locked muscles, I glanced around the car park, squinting at the people hustling in and out of the service station. Someone was watching us. We had to go.
“Da? You’re crushing my hand.” Isla tugged her fingers from mine. “When we get to the cottage, I want to put my unicorn duvet on my new bed, then I’m going to line up all my books on the shelf. There will be a bookshelf, won’t there?”
I answered through gritted teeth, “Sorry, sweetheart. We cannae go.”
My tiny daughter’s expression dropped. “No! Ye promised.”
I’d promised more than that, though she’d never know exactly how much. Gripping her hand once more, I strode the distance to the car, alert for attack.
Isla wailed, dragging her feet.
“Remember what I told ye?” I asked her. “We need to stay safe.”
“I know. That’s why I’m Isla Ross now, and not our other name. That’s why we came here. Da, please don’t change your mind.”
We reached my newly purchased off-roader, and I snatched the paper from the windscreen. “This is why. Someone has followed us and put this here. We have to leave. Right now.”
Under her mop of blonde curls, Isla’s eyes widened. “No, Da—”
“I know you’re disappointed, but we have each other and that’s all we need. I’ll do anything and everything to protect ye.”
Tears filled her eyes, and I clamped down more on my urge to yell. This wasn’t fair, not on the six-year-old who needed a stable home. Not on me, a man exhausted by worry.
We had nowhere else to go.
“I wrote the note!” Isla burst out.
I halted my spiralling thoughts. “What?”
“It’s mine. I put it under there for you to find when we came back from the bathroom. I’m sorry.” She