The Wolf in my Bed

By Michelle Leigh

Wolf warrior Conner has been bedding women slaves for over thirteen centuries, knows exactly what they desire between the sheets.

Marooned, Linda wakes as a captive upon Lord Grey's forbidden island fortress.
Once the King's trusted assassin now branded an outlaw.
A dangerous Alpha male to cross, even more foolish to fall in love with but Linda has her own dark secrets.
Highlander's Keep will take its reader on a thrilling sexual adventure into a magical realm of shifting animal lovers and the search for one's destine soulmate.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bright Ideas Inc
• Release date: Aug 14, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370513475

Michelle Leigh

Police cadet and national volleyball player Michelle Leigh also ran a successful real-estate business and opened a restaurant before marrying fellow author David. They now live in London raising a family.

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The wolf in my bed

By Michelle Leigh

Published by Bright Ideas Inc

Copyright 2016 Michelle Leigh

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Foreword from the author

Intended for mature (16+) readers only.

Historical accurate apart from the Doomsday book reference:

William the Conqueror never commissioned an envoy to Scotland.

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Prologue

Breakdown

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The coastal storm's persistence increased. Sheets of grey rain, dense enough to be fog, lashed Linda's hire car from every direction regardless of the howling gale's will. Large hailstones pounded the roof, drowned out the radio. The signal pathetically weak from the start, the audio constantly dropped out due to the valley's ridged snow-capped peaks. The visibility ahead grew worse. The vehicle's wipers desperately inadequate to shift the deluge. Linda risked losing control, no job was worth this. The narrow rural lane astonishingly allowed traffic flow in both directions, it's a miracle she hadn't crashed head-on into somebody. Her compact Japanese hatchback hemmed in either side by solid stone walls. Nowhere to go but forward. At the next passing bay she decided it would be prudent to pull over and wait out the foul weather.

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On assignment these last two weeks in Scotland, it had rained every day. Linda employed as a location scout for Gemini Pictures, a small but very financially successful Hollywood movie company. Kings within a niche market, films you've never heard with a loyal following. Linda already halfway through her European pre-production leg-work. Shooting wouldn't start for at least another five months. The weather should be more favourable by then. As a priority her dossier required a castle by the sea. After a successful viewing, Sweden's Kalmar Castle now at the forefront. It ticked all the attached conditions but economically the US dollar doesn't fair well against the Krona. The stunning French Riviera presented Château de la Napoule among other suitable medieval fortifications, unfortunately the tourist season would dramatically hamper filming schedules. The last two counties on her list were Scotland and Ireland.

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At parties and awkward social gatherings that Linda was forced to attend, her job always sounded glamours when introduced to another singleton. She'd been in the film industry for over eight years, straight out of Boston University for photography. That's what gave her that keen eye for spotting the right potentials for directors and made a name for herself.

Truthfully the workload was a blessing in disguise, much harder to keep a lasting relationship going. Linda would be away for months. Sure there had been a few good men in her life, if you dig deep enough you can always find one or two. Not difficult for her to stay and work in Los Angeles but this was by far the easiest way to self-destruct any one getting too close. A good fuck and potential husband material were two entirely different things. Her timid persona vaporised once under the covers. She took the power away from stunned men with her ravenous Amazonian prowess. Conquered them all in the bedroom.

Linda's sexual vices fuelled from her adoptive father treatment of her. He dominated her choices. Believed that because he had chosen her above all the other little madams at the orphanage then that in turn gave him the God-given right to make all her decisions. Fleeing her childhood home Linda swore she'd never let another man control her life again.

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Linda pulled into the first available bay, parked her car. She booted-up her laptop, good use of this downtime to recap. She had been heading towards Dunbray Castle, thirty kilometres away from the nearest anything, that's why she was on this forsaken back-road. So far the Highlands had yet to produce a single suitable castle setting that fitted her client's requirements, what a waste of time this trip had been. Linda's shrinking list now included derelict and partial structures on the brink of collapse.

Unable to secure an internet signal Linda browsed her hard-drive folders to relieve boredom. Portfolios of previous assignments containing thousands of exquisite pictures from around the world brought a fleeting smile to her face. Amongst the captured imagines she noticed that there wasn't a single shot of her. How strange? Linda franticly whisked picture to picture in search. She couldn't believe that in the last five years, of failed and short-lived relationships she hadn't captured at least one memory, an evening out on the town, a cosy night in by the fire or a friend's wedding. Had she subconsciously avoided being in frame? Linda sternly rejected that foolish notion. She unlocked her mobile to end this unsavoury trait. Instantly turned the phone on herself and took an unflattering selfie, the vehicle's steamed-up windows the picture's dull backdrop.

There! Congratulated herself then viewed the result. Her smile somewhat more of a snarl. Linda deleted the picture, blamed the crappy phone lens. I remember the good old days when all you could do was only make a simple call with these things. She tossed it onto the passenger seat.

Realised that the rain had actually stopped. Linda turned the ignition. Ready to be on her way. The engine made a whirring noise then died. She had forgotten to switch off the