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Authors: J.E. Francis Ashe Audrey Grace Natalie Deschain Jessi Bond Giselle Renarde Skye Eagleday Savannah Reardon Virginia Wade Elixa Everett Linda Barlow Aya Fukunishi, Christie Sims M. Keep, Alara Branwen
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cat also gave him a scornful look as it paced near
the causeway, still waiting for the water to disappear.
“Are you sure you won’t let
me take a quick look around your fortress? The architecture is remarkable.” And
she gave him an enormous smile.
He almost melted...
All the more reason to chase
her off. Now.
“Ms. Beaton. I have tried to
be courteous, but now you’re wasting my time. You’re not welcome here. Kindly
turn your car around and get the fuck off my island before I have you arrested.”
Her face fell so much that he
felt guilty. Shit...what was wrong with him today? Strangers were never
welcome. Even strange women who were lovely, luscious, and supremely fuckable.
“I don’t want to intrude
where I’m unwelcome,” she said, giving him a twisted smile. It was almost as if
she couldn’t help smiling, no matter how she was feeling inside.
He jerked open her car door
and held it for her. She tossed her head. “Okay, okay.” She sounded resigned as
she stepped past him and climbed in. When she brushed by him, his cock reacted
as if she had laid her hand upon it.
This was beginning to feel
like the longest day of his life. How many hours until sunset? Far too many.
“See ya,” she said impishly
as she started the vehicle and turned it around.
Not if you know what’s
good for you, lass.
As she drove slowly back over
the wet causeway, he couldn’t stop wishing that he had thrust her up against
the side of her car, stripped off her clothing, and shoved himself inside her.
Crazy. He hadn’t felt this way about a woman for far too long.
Why had he let her go?
Chapter Two
Kate wasn’t sure what to make
of Ross Malloch. Uninformative and dismissive as he had been,
there was something intriguing about the guy. Not to mention how hot he had
turned out to be. She could picture him on the cover of one of her favorite
Scottish romance novels, shirtless, in a kilt with a huge claymore strapped to
his back.
He was beautiful. That was the only word, really, that
would do justice to the tall, dark-haired man with the vivid blue eyes who had
swept her off his bloody island with such casual, born-to-command authority.
He was not handsome—that was too mild a word.
Laird Malloch had worn a warrior’s face, austere and stern. His hair was
unfashionably long, tied back from his honed face with a twist of leather. His
mouth had been set at the start of their encounter in a rigid line that gave no
hint of a smile. Slowly, as they’d bantered, that mouth had relaxed a bit, and
those eyes had warmed and sparkled. She thought she’d sensed the flare of
sexual attraction. Briefly, anyway. Before he’d started swearing at her.
Too bad he was so hostile
toward outsiders. People in the village were the same. There was none of the
friendliness she had encountered elsewhere in Scotland. Here in this weird
place out of time she was the stranger, the interloper, the foreigner. They all
seethed to be rid of her as quickly as possible.
Especially Ross Malloch. He wanted her gone. She
wondered why. And why had he denied that there were legends about dragons
associated with this area? There was a dragon carved into the stones of Mallochbirn—did
he think she couldn’t see it above the battlements?
Even getting something as
simple as a cup of tea or coffee in the village seemed impossible. She tried a
place that billed itself as an inn, but she was stiffly told they weren’t
serving. When would they be serving? At lunch time? No, they didn’t do lunch.
How about supper? Supper was only offered to paying guests who took a room for
the night.
Partly because she was restless
after her encounter with Malloch, Kate decided to push it. She needed another
chance at the superhot Scot. “I’d like to book a room for tonight. What time is
supper? I’ll be sure to be back.”
The innkeeper, a dour middle
age woman, replied with a straight face, “We have no rooms available.”
Kate cast an ironic
the causeway, still waiting for the water to disappear.
“Are you sure you won’t let
me take a quick look around your fortress? The architecture is remarkable.” And
she gave him an enormous smile.
He almost melted...
All the more reason to chase
her off. Now.
“Ms. Beaton. I have tried to
be courteous, but now you’re wasting my time. You’re not welcome here. Kindly
turn your car around and get the fuck off my island before I have you arrested.”
Her face fell so much that he
felt guilty. Shit...what was wrong with him today? Strangers were never
welcome. Even strange women who were lovely, luscious, and supremely fuckable.
“I don’t want to intrude
where I’m unwelcome,” she said, giving him a twisted smile. It was almost as if
she couldn’t help smiling, no matter how she was feeling inside.
He jerked open her car door
and held it for her. She tossed her head. “Okay, okay.” She sounded resigned as
she stepped past him and climbed in. When she brushed by him, his cock reacted
as if she had laid her hand upon it.
This was beginning to feel
like the longest day of his life. How many hours until sunset? Far too many.
“See ya,” she said impishly
as she started the vehicle and turned it around.
Not if you know what’s
good for you, lass.
As she drove slowly back over
the wet causeway, he couldn’t stop wishing that he had thrust her up against
the side of her car, stripped off her clothing, and shoved himself inside her.
Crazy. He hadn’t felt this way about a woman for far too long.
Why had he let her go?
Chapter Two
Kate wasn’t sure what to make
of Ross Malloch. Uninformative and dismissive as he had been,
there was something intriguing about the guy. Not to mention how hot he had
turned out to be. She could picture him on the cover of one of her favorite
Scottish romance novels, shirtless, in a kilt with a huge claymore strapped to
his back.
He was beautiful. That was the only word, really, that
would do justice to the tall, dark-haired man with the vivid blue eyes who had
swept her off his bloody island with such casual, born-to-command authority.
He was not handsome—that was too mild a word.
Laird Malloch had worn a warrior’s face, austere and stern. His hair was
unfashionably long, tied back from his honed face with a twist of leather. His
mouth had been set at the start of their encounter in a rigid line that gave no
hint of a smile. Slowly, as they’d bantered, that mouth had relaxed a bit, and
those eyes had warmed and sparkled. She thought she’d sensed the flare of
sexual attraction. Briefly, anyway. Before he’d started swearing at her.
Too bad he was so hostile
toward outsiders. People in the village were the same. There was none of the
friendliness she had encountered elsewhere in Scotland. Here in this weird
place out of time she was the stranger, the interloper, the foreigner. They all
seethed to be rid of her as quickly as possible.
Especially Ross Malloch. He wanted her gone. She
wondered why. And why had he denied that there were legends about dragons
associated with this area? There was a dragon carved into the stones of Mallochbirn—did
he think she couldn’t see it above the battlements?
Even getting something as
simple as a cup of tea or coffee in the village seemed impossible. She tried a
place that billed itself as an inn, but she was stiffly told they weren’t
serving. When would they be serving? At lunch time? No, they didn’t do lunch.
How about supper? Supper was only offered to paying guests who took a room for
the night.
Partly because she was restless
after her encounter with Malloch, Kate decided to push it. She needed another
chance at the superhot Scot. “I’d like to book a room for tonight. What time is
supper? I’ll be sure to be back.”
The innkeeper, a dour middle
age woman, replied with a straight face, “We have no rooms available.”
Kate cast an ironic
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