A rancher’s son goes to Scotland in search of his family roots. Fate brings him to the door of an oversized, cranky castle laird. After getting off on the wrong, er, boot…the men find something about each other to delve into more deeply. But fate can be a cruel matchmaker.
Finding the Loch Ness monster…a contemporary #gay #romance- #fantasy novella.
Excerpt:
They were close as a whisker. So close Hugh felt a movement of his kilt, where the guardian sporran used to be. It was now pulled to the side, and the lump he felt was not the man’s purse.
That was his signal.
He cupped the chin and brought Guthrie’s face to within an inch of his own. He raised his head only a little. Only a touch at first, a brushing of lips, a tongue running along the wide mouth, still shut, seeming not to yield.
Another truth came to him in another moment of wonder. This man has never had a real kiss before.
So softly it seemed to be almost unspoken, Hugh finally broke their long silence. “It’s okay. Open for me.”
He found a small opening and breached it, sliding his tongue inside, and then his cock decided to try bursting from his suit pants. He moaned, and Guthrie opened his mouth wider. Hugh cupped the man’s jaws and entered his mouth, deep, his tongue searching the inside, slicking its way deeper. He pulled out a little, lingering on the bottom lip.
In a frenzy of need, he sank his teeth into the flesh of that lip, savoring the soft rush of blood, licking it clean.
He spoke into the wounded mouth. “Suck my tongue. Will you?”
The answering voice came low. “Call me Graeme.”
“Suck my tongue, Graeme.”
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Following COWBOYS AND KILTS is another novel about a Scot and an American. But this time, the Scot is out of his element, and the American, a state trooper, is ironically the Highlander as both these guys meet and mate in Nevada’s highest mountain range. That book is NEVADA HIGHLANDER.
