One year and two months. That’s exactly how long my marriage lasted. I thought I’d found my happily-ever-after—but I was so wrong—because my prince charming turned out to be a royal *sshole. But I should have seen it . . . I mean, the signs were there. He never liked anything I did. In fact, my husband always hated the books I loved. He called me foolish, a daydreamer, living in a fantasy world. But I’m none of those things—I’m just a bookaholic. I spend my days marketing for work and my nights stalking my favorite authors. My house is full of books and bookswag, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. When I win a contest to attend a bookcon in Scotland featuring my favorite author, I expect plenty of fun and adventures to distract me from the sh*t that my life has become; but what I never imagined . . . was meeting them. Two Scottish billionaires who look like they walked right out of a Highlander Romance novel and into real life. Tall, brawny, with a sensual mischievous hint in their eyes; and the way they are looking at me has my insides hot, warm, and twisting in anticipation. But getting involved with your favorite author’s brother and best friend is a bad idea . . . right? The Scottish Billionaires and The Bookaholic is a thoroughly naughty, orgasm-inducing read, sure to tempt your subconscious with a trip to Scotland. If you’re ready to give in to your dirtiest desires . . . this book is for you!