Thursday Threads 1: B.J. Scott's Highland Homecoming
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With all that said, below is info from B.J. Scott's Highland Homecoming.
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Written by: B.J. Scott
Genre and setting: Historical Romance set in northern Scotland
Heat scale: Sizzling (While not
considered Erotica, it does contain scenes with some descriptive sexual
content.)
Hook: When Highland patriot, Alasdair Fraser,
offers aid to an unconscious lass he finds on the beach, will he drop the
shield that guards his heart or will the secrets she fails to reveal and his
own stubbornness drive an impenetrable wedge between them?
Excerpt:
Northern Coast of Scotland
Hooves pounded against rocks, surf,
and sand as Alasdair Fraser pushed his mount beyond reasonable limits. Few
things rivaled the thrill and exhilarating rush of mastering the powerful
destrier between his thighs, controlling the magnificent beast with reins and
will. The wind whipped through unbound hair and the tangy scent of the salty
sea air filled Alasdair’s nostrils.
He’d ridden hard all afternoon,
hoping to reach the stronghold of his friend, Jayden Sinclair. But the sun had
slipped below the horizon, the twilight sky ablaze with orange, red, and purple
hues. Darkness would soon be upon him and he’d be forced to make camp for the
night. He licked his parched lips and his stomach rumbled. Many hours had
passed since he’d last eaten, but a hot meal and a tankard of ale would have to
wait. Water, oatcakes, and a bit of dried venison would suffice until he
reached his destination.
He dug in his heels, and the steed
surged forward. The more distance they covered before nightfall, the shorter
the journey would be on the morrow. But as they rounded a bend in the
shoreline, Odin faltered, reared up on his hind legs, then began to dance
nervously from side-to-side. The battle-hardened warhorse didn’t spook easily
so Alasdair took heed of the animal’s uneasiness.
With one hand resting on the hilt of
his sword, the other fisting the reins, he carefully surveyed the immediate
area. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary, yet the niggling of trepidation
gnawing at his gut led him to believe there was something amiss. He nudged the
horse’s flank and the pair advanced with caution.
They’d only traveled a short distance
up the beach when the sight of something a few yards ahead at the water’s edge
brought them to an abrupt halt. With his heart hammering in his chest, Alasdair
cupped his hand over his brow and narrowed his eyes, trying to get a better
look. The image came into focus and he could make out the unmistakable outline
of a person sprawled out on the shore.
“What is it, Odin? Or, should I say,
who is it?”
While this could be someone in need,
it might also be a trap, an enemy or bandit lying in wait. Without hesitation,
Alasdair slid from the saddle, pulled a claymore from the baldric slung on his
back, and raced down the beach on foot. Stopping a few feet away, he sucked in
a sharp breath.
“Mo chreach!”
He sheathed his weapon and took a
step closer. A young woman, wearing nothing more than a thin nightrail, lay
motionless in the sand, the waves of the incoming tide lapping at her bare
feet.
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email: bjscott@authorbjscott.com
Thanks so much for posting this. It looks great.
ReplyDeleteThanks, B.J.! I can't wait to give it a read! <3
DeleteThis looks fab deserving of the awesome authors. LOL. I want to read more..
ReplyDeleteThanks Patricia.
DeleteTotally awesome authors. I'm in the presence of so much talent at Soul Mate. We're a big, happy, brilliant family. :)
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