Scent of Scotland: Lord of Moray #2 (Scottish Werewolf Shifter Romance)

By Mac Flynn

Abigail Glenn is a well-treated captive in the house of the sensual lord of Moray. Unfortunately, her first full day at the castle brings more frights than fun when she is confronted with a terrifying former resident. Her problems increase two-fold when an unexpected guest arrives who spoils the quiet of the house. Still, the nights are calm and have an allure that sweeps Abby into the arms of her wild lover. Her passions are aroused, but her mind is torn between staying with her chosen mate or returning to the life she knew.

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

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mac Flynn
• Release date: Feb 2, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310743429

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 #2

SCENT OF SCOTLAND: LORD OF MORAY #2

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

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Sneak Peek: Lord of Moray #3

A Small Favor

When’s the Next Book?

Series by Mac Flynn

About Mac Flynn

COPYRIGHT

Scent of Scotland: Lord of Moray #2 (Scottish Werewolf Shifter Romance Book 1). Copyright © 2019 by Mac Flynn.

Published by Crescent Moon Studios, Inc.

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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

My sleep was deep and undisturbed, and my dreams were filled with wonderful scents and pleasurable feelings. The dreams were driven away at the sound of curtains being drawn. A dim light swept over me, and I willed my heavy eyes to open.

I lay in a large chamber with a hearth and four-post bed. The floor and walls were of worn cobblestone, and a large, thick oak door stood opposite where I lay on the bed. A dresser, small table, and its two chairs finished off the decor. Behind me was a wall with two tall, wide, pane windows made of thick glass. One was drawn and weak light spread into the room, and I watched a woman of fifty walk around the foot of the bed towards the window with the curtains still closed. She opened them and turned to me.

Contrary to her age, the woman had few wrinkles on her face, though her hands were gnarled by a lifetime of rough work. She stood a bit shorter than me and studied with me dark eyes. Her gray hair was tucked into a tight bun behind and atop her head, and she wore a neat black dress that hugged her plump frame. I imagined this would be me in several decades were I to live that long.

Good morning, my lady. I hope you slept well, she greeted me as she bowed to me.

My memories of the last few days returned to me, what I had of them, and my heart quickened. Flashes of claws on cloth returned to me. I wrapped my fingers around my neck and shuddered.

T-the lord. He… he truly is a monster, isn’t he? I stuttered.

A ghost of a smile slipped onto her lips. That would depend on how you view monsters, my lady, she returned.

He… he changes into a wolf, does he not? I persisted.

She gave a nod. He does, my lady.

My eyes widened, and my lips trembled so that my words hardly escaped them. Y-you know of this?

I do, my lady, she confirmed.

Thoughts of escape flew into my mind. I flung aside the covers, and a cool draft forced me to glance down at myself. I wore a thick white nightgown that stretched down to my ankles.

My clothes! Where are my clothes? I questioned her.

I am afraid they were too soiled and torn to survive their cleaning, she told me.

I slid off the high bed, but my legs wobbled beneath me. They would not support my weight, so I stumbled to the foot of the bed and grasped one of the posts. The woman reached out her arms as though to help me, but when I flinched away from her, she stopped and pulled her arms back.

Please find me some clothes, I pleaded with her.

So that you may escape? she guessed.

So that I may free myself from his hold over me, I corrected her.

She closed her eyes and shook her head as she sighed. I am afraid I can’t allow that, my lady. I have been given strict instructions not to let you leave before the storm is finished, she revealed.

The storm? I repeated.

Aye, my lady, she replied.

She stepped back and turned to the windows. I noticed there was a thin line that showed the window was separated into two panels. A clasp in the center held them together. The woman slipped off the clasp and opened the two panels. A flurry of snow swept inside. She turned to me and gestured to the outside.

I clasped the front of my nightgown and stepped forward. The view through the window was of a white world and told me the chambers lay on the second floor of the home. A thick layer of snow a half a foot deep lay about the ground, and more continued to fall from the