My Scottish Summer

My Scottish Summer was not assigned to me; I bought it myself, so I have only myself to blame. These four stories bounce between bland and bothersome, the best being barely boffo, the worst, baneful. Aye.

I don’t know what criteria were used when the editor asked for these stories, but the four entries have elements common to each that cannot have been a coincidence. All four have “gorgeous” Scotsmen heroes who are compared to Hollywood leading men, whiskey plays a prominent role in each story (two of our heroines get blotto), a stuck foot plays a role in two of the stories, and a game of strip poker appears in two of the stories. They all involve castles (of course), and couples who fall in love way to fast to be believed.