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With Every Heartbeat

Becka’s father boasted Taylor’s movie was destined to be a huge hit. She wondered if Taylor would need some down time to unwind, or would he immediately start working on his next project? Either would be fine with her.  She too, would soon be busy. With her dream on track, she trained daily to represent her country at the Summer Olympics.

Grief stabbed her through the heart. When she realized her dreams were coming true, the first person she wanted to rush and tell turned out to be Taylor.

Becka rubbed shaky fingers over her heart in a futile attempt to stem the pain. Not having him to share her hopes and dreams dulled the experience.

“If only—”

“Hi, beautiful,” someone said over her shoulder, “Come here often?”

I’ve heard those words before.

The low, husky voice sent shivers down her bare shoulders. Her heart leapt! She spun around, causing her champagne to go flying.

“Careful, sweetheart. I’m still paying for this tuxedo.”

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Shimmer: The Beginning

Robina’s body softened, relaxed and fulfilled. She succumbed to the pleasure. Letting go, she erupted like a wave, crashing against rocky cliffs. Euphoria spread through her limbs, until her knees gave way, causing Duff to catch her in his muscular arms.

He smiled at her as she slid down to her knees, and faced him.

“I assume you enjoyed that, mo gradh. Shall we continue?”

“Oh dear. You just called me your love in the old language.”

“Aye. Why act surprised?” He kissed the tip of her nose, and pulled her down onto a soft bed of moss, far from the pebbles and rock shards lining the pool’s edge. The thick branches of a rowan tree hung above them. Its sparse leaves, and bunches of red juicy berries, protecting them from the night air. The moss beneath them smelled fresh, and the moonlight surrounding their makeshift bed enchanted the entire glade, near the edge of the pool. She had never felt so healthy, and knew the magic of the fairy pool was at work.

A gentle breeze brushed over her damp limbs. They lay together on their sides, and Duff pulled her close. She wrapped an arm around his shoulders, and kissed him. When she curled her fingers into his tousled hair, he moaned, and pushed her flat onto her back.

“Do you trust me, love?” he asked,

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SMOLDER, Clan of Dragons, Book #3

Fiona straightened her server’s attire, as well as her cap, and made her way into the tavern. The dining hall had emptied, somewhat, but Dougal leaned against the counter and glared at her. Had he been waiting for her all this time? When he marched in her direction, with one hand on the pommel of his sheathed sword, she swallowed.

He was magnificent, with his long hair in an unruly tumble over his shoulders, and his dark blue eyes glaring at her. His wide shoulders moved in a fluid motion, as if bone, flesh, and muscles worked in harmony. Even his knees were muscular, and she wished he was still naked. He was the most beautiful creature she had ever beheld. As he walked closer, he didn’t say a word, but glowered at her.

“I need to find your brother, Evan.” Before she could explain, he cupped her chin, and pressed his lips to hers. His hand circled her waist, and he drew her body close. Surrounded by his heat, and the scents of human musk and smoldering cinders, Fiona melted beneath his kiss. When he lifted his mouth mere inches away, she sighed, while he sniffed her.

“You taste delicious, lass, like apples and spice. I wish to explore every inch of your lovely form, but why be you looking for Evan? I can give you anything you desire, if you only ask.”

What she desired was to find her friend Cliona, after she gave Evan the good news, but her bones were as shifting as the sands, and she took a moment to formulate a sentence.

“Sir, I need to find Evan. I have news. He might wish to tell you that your niece Smolder_sm_300dpior nephew will soon enter the world, but we should leave that up to him, aye?”

Dougal released her, and stepped back. “What? When? Who said?”

 

 

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SMOKE, Clan of Dragons, Book #2

The odor of the dragon’s breath overpowered the scent of pine and fresh-fallen snow. Kera ran a hand down her leg, and didn’t feel any blood, but the limb throbbed. When heavy footsteps grew closer, a momentary wish to dip her body into the nearest fairy pool disappeared. How foolish. The urge to escape beneath its cool, clear water, or feel the massaging action of a cascading waterfall, was not strong enough to forget her current predicament, or the wintry weather.

The dragon moved toward her as it circled the tree. Its long white fangs glistened, and its hot breath melted the snow at her feet. Kera searched the area for a weapon. Unfortunately, the snow around the tree was heavy, and had covered everything.

Gazing upward, she thought to grab a limb and climb to safety, but she stopped when an odd voice said, “I apologize.” Who spoke to her in the presence of a dragon? Curiosity would be her downfall someday, but she peered from behind the tree and saw the green dragon, smoke-cs-coverand only the dragon.

“Did you…say something?”

I be speaking to a dragon? Did I hit me head as well?

 

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SPARK, Clan of Dragons Book #1

Evan, in his human form, turned to Vika. “I was meaning to talk to you about your horse. He and I have a special…bond. If you never saw him again, would you grieve?”

She tapped her chin, and crossed her other arm around her waist. The glow from nearby torches, set into the fence at intervals, flickered in her eyes, and turned her red curls to flame. He had to glance down at her due to her smaller stature, but something over her head caught his attention. A dragon’s large tail, covered in glistening black scales, swung about a foot above the top of the fence.

Dougal.

Vika must have noticed his attention had wavered. She spun around, and gasped. When she didn’t cry out and warn the villagers, or the stable hand, his shoulders relaxed.

She walked closer to Evan, and whispered, “Do you see it?”

“Aye, lass. Have no fear.”

“I be not afraid, That tail belongs to a dragon, one of the three I have seen in as many days. He helped save me from the pirates at me farm.”

“Aye, ‘tis something Dougal would do. He does love to act the hero.”

“You know him? That dragon has a name? I suppose the green one I saw has oniStock_83015149_XLARGE_edited-2e, as well?”

“Wynn.”

She sputtered, but he wanted her alone, back at her cottage, where he could explain in private. He would only divulge his greatest secret once they were alone. “I bet we can catch a ride, if you don’t mind sharing some of this meat.”

 

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My Hunted Highlander

Niall Sinclair blinked, trying to open his eyes, but pain shot across his left brow and cheek. His vision was nothing more than a wavering fog, with pinpricks of bright light sending stabbing twinges shooting through his skull.

Disoriented, he struggled to clear his head and regain his sight. However, when he attempted to raise his right hand to feel the aching left side of his face, his arm would not obey his command. His hands were bound behind him. When he shook his head to clear the cobwebs, a searing pain tore through his temples. He stopped. In all his thirty years, even when the tip of a broadsword wounded him during battle and left its mark across his chest, he had never endured such pain.

A sudden wave of nausea had him swallowing bile. Pain erupted once more from his wrists to his neck. While he contemplated whether he had broken bones or dislMy Hunted Highlander-largeocated a shoulder, a movement to his right made him as rigid as a Scottish standing stone. Until he knew if the movement was either friend or foe, his best option was to appear docile and unconscious.

“He be awake. Better fetch the capt’n.”

Too late.

 

 

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My Dark Highlander

When hidden by the dense forest, he helped her mount Balfour, and she pulled the hem of her gown up to her knees in order to sit astride. She hoped the darkness hid her naked legs. Gavin swept a hand along her boot, past her knee, and beneath the gown. Her thigh muscle clenched, and her womb nearly wept.

“That house better have two bedrooms,” she said, nearly panting with the lie.

Gavin chuckled. As a beam of moonlight settled over him, he released her, and pulled a pair of black gloves from his saddlebag. Falcon’s saddle squeaked, as he mounted his horse. When he glanced up at her face, finally ignoring her legs, he winked.

“I’m glad you think this is funny. Your father attacked me, and now we have to hide like cowards.”

“I never hide. Consider this a momentary repositioning before the next battle.”

She rolled her eyes, but doubted he could see them, since the light had vanished behind a cloud. The horses trotted past the parking lot, and took a right at the street. Streetlights lit the way, until he turned into a small driveway. Had she ever noticed it? A shiver washed over her. They were within a quarter mile of her house. If his father watched her house, this trail was too close for comfort.

The road ended at a snowmobile trail barrier. Gavin led Falcon around the low-hanging foam-padded bar, and trotted farther up the trail. This one crisscrossed the forest trail they had traveled from her house, and headed farther through the woods. The trees opened to a large cornfield, and the trail ran along one side.

“That’s the Petal Pusher’s corn maze.”

“A corn…maze?”

“When the stalks dry and turn gold, like those, they cut a path through it with lots of dead ends. It’s a puzzle. People actually pay to get lost in it.”

“And what, pray tell, is a petal pusher?”

“That’s the name of the farm. They also sell flowers.”

He remained quiet, and shadows enveloped him again, as the trail headed baMyDarkHighlander-largeck into trees. Rushing water gurgled to their left, and Faerie Falls sparkled in the moonlight.

“I’m glad the clouds parted, riding in the dark is scary,” she whispered.

Falcon whinnied. Balfour answered.

“Smart horse.”

 

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