Highland Romance Novels & Stories

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

She steals a glance at his chiseled profile, that reluctant spark from the kiss earlier hidden beneath his stoicism. The limousine winds through misty hills, delivering Charlotte and Howard to Elysian Peaks Resort—the country's most expansive and famous hotel, perched in a breathtaking enclave far from the city bustle. Nestled amid cascading waterfalls and ancient pines, its sprawling villas glow under moonlight, opulence whispering from every marble arch and infinity pool. Charlotte gazes out, unsurprised; in her past life, Grandpa Wendell arranged this exact first wedding night, a gilded cage for their reluctant union. No shocks here—just the familiar weight of destiny rewritten.

Humans were much more private about their personal lives, nobody in the human world batted an eyelid at an unmarked or unmarried childless forty-two-year-old and that was just how Annie liked it. Her thoughts were interrupted by the blowing of a whistle, doors being slammed shut and the lurch of the train as it pulled out of the station. Once the train had left the urban sprawl and was wending its way through the green countryside, Annie continued her musings. At least they were only staying in her home town for one night she thought to herself, as Saturday morning, she, her sister Amelie and brother Jacques, along with some of their pack would be driving up to the Scottish Highlands for her

She asked smiling, already guessing who he might be, her daughter doesn't take lifts from strangers, especially handsome strangers. "He's......" Elora started to say. "I'm sure the young man can talk." Saddie said smiling and walking up to Nicholas "Nicholas Ma'am, Nicholas Donnacha" GE said bowing over hand, and kissing it. "Oh, you're the guy my daughter has fallen in love with? " Saddie said ignoring his last name. "Mum!" Elora shouted. "Such a fine name" Saddie said ignoring her daughter. "Why don't you come in, and have a cookie?" Saddie asked, Elora went pale

He was about to pull away when things were getting pretty intense but she pleaded. “Don’t stop Ronald, I want you....” Raina pulled away from the kiss and let go of her robe. Ronald’s jaw was literally on the carpet. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at. Raina was in red sexy lingerie which enhanced her well-defined bump. Ronald could feel himself getting hard, he was sure a cold shower couldn’t cure his erection this time around. He wanted her so bad. “This is the best birthday gift, my love, I promise to be as gentle as I can.” He lifted her in a bridal style, ready to make love to the Queen of his Heart. The End.........

VOLUME FOUR: A SADDLE CREEK CHRISTMAS ROMANCE PART 1: FAMILY CHRISTMAS-RUSTLERS AND ROMANCE Dedication: This book is dedicated to my late mother, Dorothy Viola Hoy Lowery Semple, who always supported me in my writing and was always the first to download?and leave a review. And without her dragging me to church every Sunday and to Candlelight Services Christmas Eve?I would not know the important?traditions or the true meaning of Christmas in my heart.

I ask, keeping my voice low and level, damn near uninterested. “The Highlands do not have an Alpha King. We never have because this area wasn’t populated until two hundred years ago or so. We used to be nomadic, more wolf than man. But times are changing, and with the packs in the Roguelands spreading out along the base of the mountains, we’re closer to civilization than ever before.” I need him to get to the point because I’m burning daylight, and Kenna and I need to hit the road as soon as possible.

“People dancing and…fucking?” Lorcan shakes his head. “Even your outlook on things are so fucking rigid.” His hand slip from my hair and he grips my chin, angling my head left to a beautiful Fae man with purple hair, standing between a man and woman. The woman is on her knees, between his legs and the man is kissing his neck, slowly, down to a spot between his wings that makes them twitch. I should find it disgusting, but it is oddly…arousing. “Fionn’s brother, Morien, due to wed tomorrow to a vampire heiress he absolutely loathes. That, is how he destresses.”