Excerpt
Highlands of Scotland
September 19, Present Day
Gwen Cassidy needed a man.
Desperately.
Failing that, she’d settle for a cigarette. God, I hate my life,
she thought. I don’t even know who I am anymore.
Glancing around the crowded interior of the tour bus, Gwen took a deep breath
and rubbed the nicotine patch under her arm. After this fiasco, she deserved a
cigarette, didn’t she? Except, even if she managed to escape the horrid
bus and find a pack, she was afraid she might expire from nicotine overdose if
she smoked one. The patch made her feel shaky and ill.
Perhaps before quitting she should have waited until she’d found her
cherry picker, she mused. It wasn’t as if she was drawing them like flies
to honey in her current mood. Her virginity was hardly presented in its best
light when she kept snarling at every man she met.
She leaned back against the cracked seat, wincing when the bus hit a pothole and
caused the wiry coils of the seat to dig into her shoulder blade. Even the
smooth, mysterious, slate-gray surface of Loch Ness beyond the rattling window
that wouldn’t stay closed when it rained — and wouldn’ ... read full excerpt from: Kiss of the Highlander ebook
