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    Highland Moon #4 (Scottish Werewolf Shifter Romance)
    Highland Moon #4 (Scottish Werewolf Shifter Romance)
    Highland Moon #4 (Scottish Werewolf Shifter Romance)
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    Highland Moon #4 (Scottish Werewolf Shifter Romance)

    By Mac Flynn

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    Muira finds herself among dark nights and darker secrets as her laird and master reveals to her a terrible truth about his father. She is torn between her old life and the new one he’s made for her even while plans are made for their wedding and coronation. Guests arrive and trouble brews on the horizon as personalities clash and alliances are made. Among such troubles is the solace she finds in the arms of her laird. His soothing touch promises her nightly delights, and his words promise her the world as she learns what it means to love a man who is more than a man.

    The Highland Moon series is an episodic serial with cliffhangers and sensual fun.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMac Flynn
    Release dateJan 5, 2016
    ISBN9781310170201
    Highland Moon #4 (Scottish Werewolf Shifter Romance)
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    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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      Highland Moon #4 (Scottish Werewolf Shifter Romance) - Mac Flynn

      Highland Moon #4

      Highland Moon #4

      BBW Scottish Werewolf Shifter Romance

      Mac Flynn

      Copyright © 2019 by Mac Flynn

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      Contents

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

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      1

      Iawoke the next morning to a stream of bright light that shot into my eyes. I cringed and rolled over. My arm stretched across the bed and met with only sheets. I forced opened my eyes and saw that I was alone in the bed. A quick cursory of the room told me my laird had even left the chambers.

      I sat up and stretched. My body was sore, but a fresh warmth lay in my muscles that chased away the worst of the stiffness. A simple dress lay at the end of the bed, clean and fitted perfectly to my body. I donned my clothes and went down to breakfast in the hopes I would find my laird’s smiling face at the table.

      My steps took me only as far as the opening to the entrance hall before I paused and leaned over the balcony. Chamberlain stood near the open doors with a boy of fourteen on hand to assist him. Together the two of them handled a large mess of dried meats, alcohol in various containers, and dozens of flowers. The flowers were especially surprising as the first frost had killed many of them, but there they lay in tall, elegant piles against the base of the balcony like a painting.

      I walked down the stairs and over to Chamberlain.

      Are these for our laird’s coronation? I asked him.

      He shook his head. No. These are the end of the year taxes come early as thanks to our new laird.

      Thanks? For last night’s deed? I inquired.

      Chamberlain bowed his head. Aye. The news has reached the whole of the valley and- He was interrupted when an old woman shuffled through the doors with a nervous young boy of eleven summers by her side.

      They were not familiar to me, and so did not live in the village. The old woman’s shawl was embroidered with sheep’s wool of the kind raised at the far end of the valley. In her quivering hands was a wreath of flowers for the head, and the boy held a leather bag that jingled with coins. The old woman stopped before Chamberlain and me, and bowed her head. The boy followed her example.

      My laird Chamberlain, she greeted the steward.

      Bean Lloyd, he returned in kind. The young boy beside Chamberlain scribbled down the name on a sheet of paper in his hand. It is a pleasure to see you again.

      She smiled. Aye. I always come with but one purpose. The taxes. She gestured to the young man. This is my grandson, Michael. I am too old to manage the cart, but he is a fine young man now to help me on the long journey.

      You are early this year, Chamberlain commented.

      Bean Lloyd bowed her head. Aye, we are. The warriors of the Menzies clan were hard put to burn us out of our homes and sheep, but they fled when word came of the defeat of their army at the High Road. She turned to me and her ancient eyes studied my face. You must be our Lady Campbell. Long life to you. She bowed her head to me.

      I smiled and returned the compliment. And to you as well, Bean Lloyd.

      Bean Lloyd held out the wreath to me. This is a gift for our lady for her courage.

      I blinked at her. My courage?

      She gave a nod. Aye. We heard of your courage to accompany our laird, and how your innocence brought forth God’s will upon our enemies. The wreath is a small token of our appreciation.

      I do not- One pointed look from Chamberlain stopped my protests. I smiled and knelt on one knee before Bean Lloyd. I would be honored to wear your wreath.

      Bean Lloyd leaned forward and placed the wreath of sweet-smelling flowers atop my head. Her young grandson handed the taxes to Chamberlain. The old woman stepped back, and I raised my head to find a small, bright smile on her lips.

      You truly are most kind, Lady Campbell, Bean Lloyd complimented me.

      I blushed. Thank you.

      Bean Lloyd turned to her grandson and leaned on his arm. Now let us go, Michael. We have a long road ahead of us.

      The pair disappeared through the front doors and out into the courtyard. I stood and touched the garlands atop my head.

      I do not know if I have earned such praise, I murmured.

      They believe you have, and it is wise policy to allow the people to view you in a favorable light, Chamberlain advised me.

      "But

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