Loving Scotland – Chapter 7

The walk back was much easier and even with our delicious burdens we were at the cottage in half the time. I moved to go inside, but Fin nodded at the corner of the house. “Without the electricity we had better put these in the root cellar,” he instructed me. He led me around the far side of the cottage where I noticed a small door sitting at an angle in the ground beside the foundation. Fin lifted the door and showed a large hole where he packed away most of the meat and the basket of vegetables, leaving some for me to hold.

We carried our treasures inside where Fin started a roaring fire and cooked the grouse. I tried to mimic Anna’s impressive feat with veggies, but ended up with as many peels of skin on my fingers as the carrots.

Fin came up behind me and glanced down at the nicks and cuts on my fingers. “Would you like some help?” he offered.

“If you don’t I may bleed to death,” I returned.

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Romantic Myths and Runes

Welcome back to my newsletter, wonderful readers, and today I have two books to sink your eyes into! There’s the second installment of the Dragon Dusk series available for your reading pleasure, and a few pre-orders for some scheduled reading!

And don’t forget that every weekend a new chapter comes out on my website for my ongoing book, Loving Scotland! You can find the continuing book with all its installments at this page.

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Loving Scotland – Chapter 6

I followed Fin down the path to the wooden front door where he knocked. There were soft footsteps on the other side and in a moment the door opened. A woman of about fifty stood on the other side. She had keen eyes that lacked the cunning of a knave, but held a bottomless possibility of kindness. Her clothes were simple but clean, and she wore an apron over them that was covered in flour. At the corners of her mouth was an ever-present smile waiting to be freed, and her gray-speckled brown hair was pulled back in a tight bun.

“A fine morning to you, Mrs. Breathnach,” Fin greeted her.

Her eyes widened. She flung open the door with a bright smile on her face. “Finlay MacLennan! The captain told my husband you were here, but I couldn’t believe you wouldn’t be a-visiting without writing before ya come,” she commented.

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