The opening of A HIGHLANDER'S PASSION
Kenzie
Denune pedaled the bicycle harder, her thighs burning from the exertion. Thanks
to a car that refused to start, she was going to be late fer her job interview
at Iverson Loch Manor. Grunting and pounding from the shrubs ahead, near the road’s
edge, snagged her attention.
Naked
shoulders glistened in the afternoon sun. Back muscles bulged and undulated with
every thrust. “Bloody hell. Come fer me. Come.”
In
all of Mathe Bay in the Scottish Highlands, only one deep masculine voice had
the power to raise the hair on her arms like this. A man with braided russet-colored
hair that brushed broad shoulders inked with a bear’s claw marks, woven into an
intricate tribal design—Bryce Matheson. Damn
him to hell. Who’s he shagging in broad daylight? Out in the open, no less. Has
he no shame?
Not
that she cared one Scottish whit, fer she dinna. Not after he’d cast her aside
over a year ago to wallow in the memories of the wife he’d lost years earlier
from complications in childbirth. Och, the man could romance a woman fer some
physical release, he just couldna move forward and commit.
Kenzie
snapped her eyes from the randy spectacle and forced them straight ahead. She struggled
to keep control of her bike’s handlebars on the pitted rocky lane. With every
meter gained on the decline, the auld bike bounced along faster and her arse
was airborne more often than on the narrow seat. Her jaws jarred together and
she bit her tongue fer the second time.
“I
canna keep pounding at ye like this all bloody day. Me back is about to give
out.” Bryce
moaned and groaned again as if he were in the throes of ecstasy. The bear-shifting bastard. She eased up
on the brakes to whiz past his love nest of bushes and brambles.
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2 comments:
Love the accent! Best wishes with your release!!
Thanks, Angela!
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