My favorite
vacation spot would have to be Scotland over all. I love the people and the
places full of history. The first time I went we landed in London and took
almost a week there. Then my husband flew off to Austria and me, my girlfriend
and the kids got a car and drove to the place we were going to stay. It was a
small let cabin right outside of Stirling called Wellsfield Farm (http://www.wellsfield.co.uk/) and it was in a place called Denny.
When we first
went there, they were just starting out and we’d frequently visit with the
owners, Henry and Julie. We had such lovely, lovely times there. Also, the area
we were in was central to the whole country. It never took us more than maybe
six hours to get from there to where we wanted to go and that included Skye.
Each of us, that first trip there was five, got one day to visit whatever we
wanted. My friend wanted to see her ancestral home in a place called Strachan
even though they pronounce it Struan. I wanted to go to the borderlands and see
all the ruined abbeys. My husband wanted to go see Skye, his ancestral home, my
god-daughter wanted to see herding dogs in action and my youngest wanted to see
the lock at Falkirk since it was very different.
Each of us got
to see what we wanted and more on that visit. So far, we visited twice and I
expect to go back a few more times, especially now that we have many friends in
Austria we want to see. No harm in stopping Scotland!
***
Title: The Summer Cabin
The
Bloodfeather Mysteries prequel
Author: Lynn Crain
Genre: Romance with erotic elements
Publisher: eXtasy Books
Date of Publication: July 31, 2017
ISBN: 978-1-4874-1125-1
Number of pages: 33
Word Count: 8328
Blurb/Premise:
Lucas Bloodfeather has waited fifteen long years
for Maddie to return to him. The tragic death of her uncle, and his mentor,
sends her home after a long investigation into the mission, which exonerated
her beyond any doubt. He has little time to prove to her they belong with each
other.
Together they must forge the bond they had in
youth and discover, home truly is where the heart resides.
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Excerpt:
“That’s just it…do not think…feel.”
His tongue moved
to her earlobe, as his mouth blew first, then his teeth nibbled a little before
moving toward her mouth. The kiss felt
like coming home, where suddenly the world righted itself and her body parts
acclimated to familiar territory. Letting out a groan, she moved to straddle
him.
“You’re vulgar…”
she stated as she regarded him. He too had been part of the native world her
uncle lived in…how could she have just
walked away?
Hot and raw,
carnal energy passed between them. She
had known better than to get within two feet of him,
as they had never been able to keep their hands off each other. Why did she
think she could resist now after fifteen years? She placed her hands on his
chest and breathed deeply.
“I told you to
quit thinking.” His calm voice reassured her in ways nothing else could.
He pulled her to
him as his mouth took possession of hers, lips brushing back and forth over her
own. His mouth opened, asking for permission to take more and she readily gave
it to him. Madison was eager for the taste of him, the feel of his tongue
stroking hers, craving his body’s strength. She didn’t have to wait long as his
tongue dipped inside and seduced her with hot, profound
glides.
Wanting
more, her fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt, never
moving away from the kiss. His smooth chest was warm, palpable against her
hands, something real that she could hold onto.
He was no longer the young man she remembered, but now someone who knew exactly what he wanted and what he was doing.
He pulled away
from her, tracing the curve of her lips before dipping back in to steal another
kiss. Finally, he tipped her head back and cradled it in his large palm, gazing into her eyes as if looking for
something.
She breathed in
deeply, aware of him in every pore of her body—his closeness, the outdoorsy
scent that was special only to him, the heat of their skin-to-skin contact. This coming together would be like no other.
“I just have one
question.” His breath was ragged as she felt the bulge in his pants just below
her crotch.
“And…” she
whispered, breathless.
“We could make
love here…” He stopped before continuing, as if gauging her response. “We can make love in a bed…or there’s even my squad car
out front.”
Author bio:
Award-winning author Lynn Crain has done it all in her life.
From nursing to geology, her life experiences have added to her detail-rich
stories. She loves writing full-time, weaving contemporary, fantasy, futuristic
and paranormal tales, tame to erotic, for various publishers. Her home is in
the desert southwest, and she recently returned from her latest adventure of
living in Vienna, Austria while her husband worked his dream job. She loves
hearing from her readers at lynncrain@cox.net.
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