Scent of Scotland: Lord of Moray #1 (Scottish Werewolf Shifter Romance)

By Mac Flynn

A fiery lass is stolen from her poor life among the dreary streets of old London and taken to a new world among the landed gentry of Scotland. The person who stole her is the aristocratic Lord Moray, a man of hidden secrets and lustful desires. His allure pulls her close to him even as she tries desperately to push him away. Her will slips away as his scent calls to her, and soon she finds herself in a most sinful position.

The Scent of Scotland series is an episodic serial with cliffhangers and sensual fun.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mac Flynn
• Release date: Jan 26, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310733444

Mac Flynn

A seductress of sensual words and a lover of paranormal plots, Flynn enjoys writing thrilling paranormal stories filled with naughty fun and hilarious hijinks. She is the author of numerous paranormal series that weave suspense, adventure and a good joke into a one-of-a-kind experience that readers are guaranteed to enjoy. From long adventure novels to tasty little short-story treats, there's a size and adventure for everyone.Want to know when her next series comes out? Join The Flynn newsletter and be the first to know! macflynn.com/newsletter/Also check out her website at macflynn.com for listings and excerpts of all of her books!

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Scent of Scotland: Lord of Moray #1

SCENT OF SCOTLAND: LORD OF MORAY #1

BBW Scottish Werewolf Shifter Romance

MAC FLYNN

CONTENTS

Copyright

Author’s Note

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Sneak Peek: Lord of Moray #2

A Small Favor

When’s the Next Book?

Series by Mac Flynn

About Mac Flynn

COPYRIGHT

Scent of Scotland: Lord of Moray #1 (Scottish Werewolf Shifter Romance Book 1). Copyright © 2019 by Mac Flynn.

Published by Crescent Moon Studios, Inc.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, disseminated, or transmitted in any form or by any or for any use, including recording or any information storage and retrieval system, without the prior written consent of the author and/or artist. The only except ions shirt excerpts or the cover image in reviews.

This is a work of fiction. All the names, characters, organizations, places and events portrayed in this novel or on the cover are either products of the author’s or artist’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author or artist.

AUTHOR’S NOTE

Dear Reader,

Thank you so much for joining me on a journey through my imagination. If you’re looking for romance and adventure with a guaranteed Happily Ever After, then you’ve come to the right place. My books contain paranormal plotting and fantastical action, and I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them.

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CHAPTER ONE

I was but eighteen winters when I was stolen from my life and taken to that far-off Scottish highland. It was there I met my lord, love, and mate.

But I am ahead of my story. My first seventeen winters were as harsh as any in those days. I was born and grew up in the lower streets of London where the cobblestones were nearly as ancient as Rome and the houses slightly less so. My parents both died of the plague when I was young, and I was left alone in the world to fend for myself. The Black Death left a great hole to fill in some quarters, so I was apprenticed early to a seamstress. She taught me some very valuable lessons, not least of which was that cruelty can come at the hands of woman and man alike.

By my fifteenth year I had abandoned her strong, uncaring hand and found myself in the employ of a tailor who was less cruel and who paid me for my services better than she. My salary covered my expenses in one of the most squalid houses in all of London. I shared the single room with two other young women who also worked in shops. Our alliance was only through necessity, and each of us lived our own lives separate from one another but for that single drab room.

I was still employed in the tailor shop when my eighteenth birthday came and passed. The occasion was marked by none except myself, but that was my life. My only regret was that I had not yet found a companion, a husband, who might take me from my drudgery and give me a better life.

Little did I realize how abruptly my wish would come true.

The evening of my wish was like any other. The last of the grimy sun had faded an hour hence and the streetlamps outside were lit by the spry lamp lighters with their long sticks. The tailor shop was small, but two rooms downstairs, and the upper floor occupied by the tailor and his family.

There you are, Mrs. Moore, Mr. Maher, the tailor, spoke up as he handed over a boxed package to the large, middle-aged woman. I am sure you will be the belle of the New Year’s Ball.

Mrs. Moore looked down her long, peaked nose at the box in her hands. "We shall see. The last dress you made for me had

Reviews for Scent of Scotland

[Tommy Davis · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

I hate it when I book stops in the middle of a book and can’t read the rest