she walked
to the door when a thought struck her still.
Whispering into the air she stated, “Conall,
please try to remember who owned this property before the
Campbell’s purchased it. That fact may lead us to your captor. Good
night." She was about to say that she loved him, but thought better
of her words. So she sighed and finished, “Thank you.”
Feeling conflicted yet fulfilled she walked
to her room and collapsed onto her bed to give into the fitful
tears she had been holding at bay.
****
Conall watched as his intended cried in her
bed. His heart pinched at the sight. Why was she crying? Had he
done something wrong? He had heard talk among his friends that
women often cried after they had an orgasm, for they were
overtaken. He would like to believe that was why she was crying.
However, why would she ask who owned the property before her
family? When the property was purchased, he was a small lad and was
not privy to such matters. He knew a minuscule building had been on
the property previously. An old building that was ready to fall
during a fierce storm. He had not a clue who owned the property
before Addie’s father.
Now he cursed himself a fool for not taking
an active interest in being a lord before the summer he fell in
love with Addie. If he had learned of the estate and all of its
holding before he was imprisoned in this god forsaking state, he
would have a ready answer for her.
Feeling deep remorse, he floated into Addie’s
bed and tried to hold her. When that proved to be impossible, he
just stayed by her side, until her tears subsided and her breathing
became even.
Prowling from her room, he searched the house
for a spirit. He had been unsuccessful in speaking to them, but
perhaps his pleas would be heard this evening.
“If ye can 'ear me, speak tae me. I be
needin’ yer help,” he stated.
Waiting to hear a whisper or a noise, Conall
stood in tense silence. When no one answered, he moved around the
home and tried repeatedly. Hours passed, and he had no luck in
finding anyone.
Sighing irritably he went back to the attic
to stay in the corner that called to him.
****
The very next morning, Addie awoke to the
call of the birds. With her eyes gritty and sore, she moved off the
bed and looked at her phone. She had received three texts since
midnight last night, one from Steven, which she promptly erased,
the other two from her editor. Her voice mail was also full of
messages from the man she appointed to fix her parent's fruit
company deficit, which was not her problem; she counseled herself.
She had hired the man to fix problems she could not even begin to
contemplate. So she went to her texting center.
She reads both texts and they amounted to the
same thing, where was her first draft?
Damn, she thought.
She had been so wrapped up with helping her
Highlander. She had not written a word yesterday. Sighing and
knowing she needed to produce something, she wrote about her
learning’s and experiences.
So going through and making quick changes,
she had her novel in place and by late afternoon. She had written
half the book. When push came to shove, Addie could write an entire
novel in a few days.
Feeling better and emailing her editor the
story thus far, she walked to the front door and out of the home.
She was sure the King couple was used to her quirky antics by
now.
As she walked to the coven’s tent, her face
felt hot at the words she wrote this very day, her experiences with
Conall. The love they made. She felt sure that, Conall would not be
pleased with her writing about their nights together, but she did
change the names and altered the scenes to make it pop!
Her new novel was filled with intrigue and
adventure. She knew within her heart it would be another
bestseller. Her romance with a cursed highlander was inspiring and
arousing to her. She felt as if she had control over her
circumstance, when she had little control at all.
The only problem she foresaw was the fact
that she and
to the door when a thought struck her still.
Whispering into the air she stated, “Conall,
please try to remember who owned this property before the
Campbell’s purchased it. That fact may lead us to your captor. Good
night." She was about to say that she loved him, but thought better
of her words. So she sighed and finished, “Thank you.”
Feeling conflicted yet fulfilled she walked
to her room and collapsed onto her bed to give into the fitful
tears she had been holding at bay.
****
Conall watched as his intended cried in her
bed. His heart pinched at the sight. Why was she crying? Had he
done something wrong? He had heard talk among his friends that
women often cried after they had an orgasm, for they were
overtaken. He would like to believe that was why she was crying.
However, why would she ask who owned the property before her
family? When the property was purchased, he was a small lad and was
not privy to such matters. He knew a minuscule building had been on
the property previously. An old building that was ready to fall
during a fierce storm. He had not a clue who owned the property
before Addie’s father.
Now he cursed himself a fool for not taking
an active interest in being a lord before the summer he fell in
love with Addie. If he had learned of the estate and all of its
holding before he was imprisoned in this god forsaking state, he
would have a ready answer for her.
Feeling deep remorse, he floated into Addie’s
bed and tried to hold her. When that proved to be impossible, he
just stayed by her side, until her tears subsided and her breathing
became even.
Prowling from her room, he searched the house
for a spirit. He had been unsuccessful in speaking to them, but
perhaps his pleas would be heard this evening.
“If ye can 'ear me, speak tae me. I be
needin’ yer help,” he stated.
Waiting to hear a whisper or a noise, Conall
stood in tense silence. When no one answered, he moved around the
home and tried repeatedly. Hours passed, and he had no luck in
finding anyone.
Sighing irritably he went back to the attic
to stay in the corner that called to him.
****
The very next morning, Addie awoke to the
call of the birds. With her eyes gritty and sore, she moved off the
bed and looked at her phone. She had received three texts since
midnight last night, one from Steven, which she promptly erased,
the other two from her editor. Her voice mail was also full of
messages from the man she appointed to fix her parent's fruit
company deficit, which was not her problem; she counseled herself.
She had hired the man to fix problems she could not even begin to
contemplate. So she went to her texting center.
She reads both texts and they amounted to the
same thing, where was her first draft?
Damn, she thought.
She had been so wrapped up with helping her
Highlander. She had not written a word yesterday. Sighing and
knowing she needed to produce something, she wrote about her
learning’s and experiences.
So going through and making quick changes,
she had her novel in place and by late afternoon. She had written
half the book. When push came to shove, Addie could write an entire
novel in a few days.
Feeling better and emailing her editor the
story thus far, she walked to the front door and out of the home.
She was sure the King couple was used to her quirky antics by
now.
As she walked to the coven’s tent, her face
felt hot at the words she wrote this very day, her experiences with
Conall. The love they made. She felt sure that, Conall would not be
pleased with her writing about their nights together, but she did
change the names and altered the scenes to make it pop!
Her new novel was filled with intrigue and
adventure. She knew within her heart it would be another
bestseller. Her romance with a cursed highlander was inspiring and
arousing to her. She felt as if she had control over her
circumstance, when she had little control at all.
The only problem she foresaw was the fact
that she and
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