Scent of Scotland: Lord of Moray #3 (Scottish Werewolf Shifter Romance)

By Mac Flynn

The hesitant Lady Moray, young Abigail Glenn, is no longer a captive at Castle Moray, but neither her troubles nor her doubt are left behind. The attack on Lord Moray and a private meeting with Lady Stewart leads to more uncertainty, and more than one occupant of the castle desperately wishes for her to stay. That other occupant has less earthly dealings in mind, and though Lord Moray’s strong arms bring her comfort she wonders if he can provide her with safety against someone who is not among the living.

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

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mac Flynn
• Release date: Feb 9, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310153532

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 #3

SCENT OF SCOTLAND: LORD OF MORAY #3

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 #4

A Small Favor

When’s the Next Book?

Series by Mac Flynn

About Mac Flynn

COPYRIGHT

Scent of Scotland: Lord of Moray #3 (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

It was a fine wintry day that found me in my chambers. A warm fire crackled in the large hearth, and Mrs. Greer had just left my company to go about her other duties. I sat on the left side of my bed and sighed. The latest news had been most depressing. It had been three days since the attack, and though there were no fresh attempts there were also no new answers.

McKenna had disappeared from the house since the attack, and he had sent no word on the identity of the attacker. To make matters worse, Lady Stewart still remained with us at the castle.

I looked down at my hands that lay palms-up in my lap and sighed again. "Is it wise for me to remain?" I whispered to myself.

I lifted my eyes and stared at the new window that graced my bedroom. The attacker had made his first entrance through that window, and the second through a window in Moray’s room. Both times I had been present. The indecision gnawed away at my thoughts, and I was little helped by the many hours of solitude of which I had in abundance. My fingers ached to sew, or at least be useful, and my legs yearned to walk the mud-covered streets of London.

I started when something hit the new window. A patch of white snow was slapped onto the pane until most of the ball fell backwards to the ground below. I clutched my chest and flew to the glass. Below my window stood two small figures with their heads turned up at the glass. A smile slipped onto my lips as I swung open one half of the window and leaned out.

Good afternoon! I called to them.

Good afternoon! Heather replied.

Can you come down and play? Adam shouted.

I rested my arms on the sill and tilted my head to one side. That would depend on what you want to play, I returned.

Snow fight! he told me.

Is that like snowball fight? I guessed.

Aye! That! he confirmed. Will you play?

Oh, please say yes! Heather pleaded.

Very well but wait a moment. I must get dressed, I told them.

I pulled back into the room and firmly shut the window. My neglected cloak was snatched from its place on a back of a chair and I rushed downstairs. At the bottom I was met with a most disagreeable sight. McKenna strode into the entrance hall from the parlor. He was still suited in his traveling cloak and his boots were muddy as though from a long ride. The man smiled and bowed to me.

Good afternoon, my lady, he greeted me.

I stiffly returned the compliment. Good afternoon, I replied.

Have you no other greeting for your just-returned uncle? he wondered.

I stiffened and clenched the cloak tightly in my hands. No, I do not, I retorted.

He took a step closer to me and offered me his hand. Perhaps that is to be expected when I have been away during so much of your visit. I have been told that I have neglected my niece by my laird, and though I have little time while I remain here, I wondered if you wouldn’t like to join me for a carriage ride, he offered.

Even if I were your niece, I would enjoy no such thing with you, I snapped.

I spun away from him and hurried down the corridor on the left of the stairs. My cloak billowed behind me as I flung it over my shoulders and rushed out into the freedom of the wintry afternoon. A few flakes floated from the sky and landed on my bare head.

I clenched my hands at my sides and stomped my foot in the deep snow. The audacity of that man! I snapped. He treats this as some sort of jest!

Miss McKenna! Miss McKenna! was the interruption to my brooding thoughts.

I turned to my right and saw the smiling children run at me. Their arms were open, and they crashed into me so hard we all nearly toppled into a large snowdrift beside the doors. They looked up at me with bright smiles and ruddy cheeks.

What took you? Adam scolded me.