Wyatt a young boy of 16, well built muscular body, nice hair which he changes its color steady you will never know the color of his, got dark brown eye contact, red lips, just call it a sexy looking guy lived with his rich granny who provided all he needed ever since his parents went to rest (die) which made him spoilt.

 Wyatt's grand mom Mrs cressida owns one of the richest schools in new York, Mrs cressida is a retired teacher.

 Mrs cressida made a decision of registering her grand son Wyatt in her school ROSEY GOLD HIGH, she never liked the fact that her grand son was far from her in a boarding school and she was damn tired of reports from the school authority about her grand son molesting girls.

 Alizeh is a young pretty average height girl of 15 with a shinny brown hair, brown eyes, pink lips, neatly curved hips and nice butt.

 Alizeh lives with her rich parents and lived comfortably but alizeh never showed off, you could only see richness in her crazy dress sense, her looks and the way she styles her hair.

 Alizeh attends Rosey gold high and she never had a friend if not lux her only friend who understands her mode, alizeh is a very calm girl but strict and mean.

 Alizeh having only one friend and talks to no one never stopped her from having an enemy.

 Cyrus the head of the red lipstick girls never stopped making alizeh's life miserable, because she thinks her eagle and pride will fade because of her, not until Wyatt as every girls prince charming came.

Follow the tale of a legendary highlander from Scotland. A one of obligation, and of sacrifice as he travels Ashfeld, Valkenheim, the myre and his home Scotland in a tale of war

Chest heaving in anticipation, Anna gazed up at the shirtless highlander standing over her.  Slowly, he unlaced the bodice of her dress and tugged, baring her shoulders, which he lavished with kisses.  Another sharp tug freed her breasts, her nipples sharp pink points in the chill of the night.  

Och, lass, he breathed as he lay her across the enormous four-poster bed.

Anna watched as he loosened his kilt and let it drop to the stone floor, her eyes zeroing in on his enormous manhood.  She chewed her lower lip in anticipation as a flood of moisture drenched her core.

He leaned over her, capturing first one perfect pink nub, then the other between his sensual lips.  Anna arched at his touch, her greedy center weeping in need.

Please, she breathed.

Are ye ready for me, lass? he asked, his voice husky with desire.

Yes, please, she mewled.

From far away, Anna heard a strange beeping sound.  The volume increased until she cracked open one eye to find that she was no longer in an ancient highland castle.  She was in her own cabin, in her own bed.

Oh, for fucks sake, she muttered, her heart still pounding as she turned off her alarm and got out of bed.

In the shower, she used her hand to slake the need her dream had aroused, but it was a poor substitute for a good, hard cock.  Not that shed had one recently.  

As she toweled off, she considered her dream.  She read enough steamy romance novels to have the occasional naughty dream. Usually, as she read, she conjured up some nebulous romance hero in her imagination.  Suddenly now, her highlander looked and sounded precisely like Angus McGregor.

And shed have to face him at breakfast.  She rolled her eyes at the notion.

Pull yourself together, she chided herself while she dried her hair.  Its not like Angus knows about the dream.  And anyway, hes merely a guest.  Treat him like you would any other guest.

As rays of golden sunlight were beginning to filter through the pine boughs overhead, Angus made his way toward the main lodge.  Mixed with the scent of wood smoke, the aroma of bacon drifted in the chilled morning air, and his stomach rumbled with anticipation.

His first stop, however, would not be breakfast.  After hed returned to his cabin the previous night, hed perused the schedule that had been laid out for him.  

At nine oclock, he was slated to participate in an intermediate horsemanship session run by Andy Graves.  A quick scan of the general schedule showed that Anna would be leading a beginners course immediately following lunch.  And that suited him better.  Because he was, in fact, a rank beginner.  Hed never even touched a horse before, let alone dared try to mount one or ride it.  

The irony that he was wagering the future of his career on a western film was not lost on him.  But the story had become entwined with his soul since hed first read the novel five years earlier.  And although the setting was the old west, the basic story was a human drama that resonated in any generation.  

So hed scrimped and saved and bided his time until he was able to make an offer to buy the story and write the screenplay.  Now it was his film to make.  And hit or miss, he was all in on the project.

In the main lobby, he greeted several of the other guests hed met at the campfire the night before.  He found that he genuinely liked them.  Although they obviously knew who he was, theyd welcomed him into their ranks and treated him as a friend.  

Save me a seat, he responded to their invitation to join them.  I need to take care of something, and Ill be right there.

He made his way past the dining room entrance to the small shop located across from the main desk.  The posted hours indicated that it was open during every meal.  

As he entered, he walked past racks of postcards and t-shirts and fleece hoodies emblazoned with the Sweetwater Ranch logo.  On the far wall were shelves of necessities guests might have forgotten to pack.  But he continued to the checkout counter where a very pretty, very pregnant African American woman sat.

She looked up from her paperwork and gave him a star-struck smile.  Good morning!  How are you today?

Angus grinned back.  Im fantastic, thanks.  Ye have a lovely ranch.

Her smile turned shy.  Im so glad you like it.  Its been in my husbands family since way before he was born.  How can I help you today?

He reached into the back pocket of his jeans and withdrew the schedule hed taken from the folder in his cabin.  Id like to see if I can change my riding session.  He placed the paper on the counter and slid it toward her.

The woman looked where he pointed, and she frowned slightly.  Youre scheduled to be in the intermediate riding group right after breakfast.  Thats the one my husband leads.  Hes Andy.  Im Simone, by the way.  Again, her smile was shy.

Angus aimed for a self-deprecating expression.  Hello, Simone.  Its nice to meet ye.  As for the riding session, though, theres a problem.  Ye see, Im not nearly intermediate.  Im more like, never even seen a horse with me own eyes.  He laughed at his joke.

Since Im truly a beginner, Id like tae start at the beginning.  Is there any way ye can switch me tae the session after lunch?

Simone frowned again.  I, uh, well  You see, the afternoon class is for children.  Its the one Anna teaches.  

Oh!  Her eyes suddenly grew wider.  Oh!  Yes, I think definitely for you we can make an exception.  Im sure Anna wont mind.  Simone drew a line through the morning class on Anguss schedule and penciled in the session hed requested.

Only, she leaned forward, her voice lowered conspiratorially, maybe dont mention it to Anna until you show up for the session.  Then you can tell her I okayed it.

He took her hand and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it.  Simone, yer truly an angel.  I thank ye from the bottom of my heart.

Simone was reduced to giggles.  Alright, have fun now.  Enjoy your breakfast.



JENNY’S VOICE
Jenny is a traumatized young woman who was held hostage for years.

Cole is the rancher who comes to her rescue.

But there’s a crime boss who will kill them both if he finds them.

HUNTER’S PRIDE
Hunter is a handsome rancher with a tragic past, determined to hang on to his inheritance.

Poppy is spunky young corporate lawyer ready to make her mark in the world.

But there’s a sinister plot against them both.

ANNA’S HEART
Anna is a rancher with a heartbreaking secret.

Angus is Hollywood royalty, poised to take a chance that risks his reputation and his career.

Now that they’ve found each other, can he win her heart?

Sex scenes/explicit content, Suggest age range 18+

The Redheads & Ranchers Series is by Pandora Spocks, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

He decided everything for himself, having met with imaginary shoulders, uncertainty, Dara boldly headed for the mountain valley.

He was already waiting ...

... well, merchant ... do you have a weapon? asked a tall highlander dressed in a cloak of snow goat fur, belted with a belt on which a small bronze sword and a dagger hung, behind his back hung a bow and quiver with twenty or so arrows. His face was tanned. It betrayed in him an Indo-European and not a representative of the Turkic-speaking tribes.

At that moment, Dara was thinking frantically what kind of people they were? Who are they? Obviously not the Mongoloids, but also not the Türks, not the Huns, not the northern Chinese tribes? Ahh ... this is the first century of our era ... the Turks have not come yet, the Ephtalites - the white Huns came only in the second century of our era ... who is it? Obviously not Greeks ... and not Macedonians, remnants of the garrisons of Macedon ...

.... ahh, I think I get it ...

... are Iranian-speaking tribes ... Sakki? Sarmatians?

... no ... but maybe ... yes, I'm sure these are Sogdians ...

Well, it seems to have carried ... then there are general topics for discussion ...

"Yes, I have weapons; how else would I have passed thousands?" said confidently to Dara.

Is it tysch? You look at you, like our relative, but you say that thousands have passed? Are you from Eastern Han? Is your emperor Liu Xiu? the highlander's face immediately became tense ...

"oh, damn it ... but I thought that the Sogdians had good relations with the Chinese ... I read in historical chronicles, damn it ... they didn't add something to these chronicles ..." Dara thought in dismay.

It's necessary to somehow get out ...

... "no respected, we have a settlement of Sogdians, near Kocho (Gaochan), our ancestors came there from the mountains of the White Deer, which is located in the Fiery Desert, near the mountains of Light ...

"Ancestors came a hundred years ago and founded their settlement there, merchants, merchants, warriors."

"After they bought the land from the local prince, they stayed there ... from our lands, the status of a city-state under the protectorate of the Western Han Dynasty."

"We pay them protection tax before it was 140 grams of gold people, growing in three months (28 grams per 1000 people), but now even the gold of faith is not enough ... therefore we pay 5 Ferghana horses per year or 15,000 sheep that we trade arrowheads and food from the Huns. " With a clever look, Dara said smugly.

Wow, so your kind and city, so rich? Where did you get the medicine? are there alchemists? Highlander asked with interest.

"Yes, in our family, there are alchemists from the Boss and Western Han empires, they owe us ..."

What medicines, what level do they do? Bronze, Copper, Silver, Gold, Jade or Heavenly?

"What an ass ... what kind of levels are these, I read something about Taoists, something about Chan Buddhism, but I don't remember a damn about these levels ... it's something about the levels of cultivation ..." . Thought otachodeno Dara.

"Oh, oh, I didn't read modern Chinese novels, hell knows what the levels are ... but if you assume that heaven is the coolest, then the rest is easier ...".

"No, we have a different gradation!" Insolently said, Dara.

"We use the knowledge of our ancestors ..." damn, we have a different standard ... for sure, take Tibetan or Persian, even Persian is better ...

What is he like? - Highlander asked with interest.

"The first level that cures ...

COMPLETED

The Silk Road ... it is inevitable the emergence of wells, caravanserais, guard fortresses, postal stations, local bazaars, regional bazaars, the emergence of new jobs:
- robbers (there were whole settlements)
- caravan guards
- changed
- merchants

Just about them and will be discussed.


About their life, tricks.

Alas, English is still the same ... there are mistakes, I am sure of it.

I hope over time I will be able to fix them.

I just wanted to share information about such an interesting topic as the history of the development of the Silk Road.

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And also a series of stories about treasures, treasure hunters.

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This is a work of art. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.

The series will be halted for a while. You may have noticed that I removed the 2 chapters "Epilogue: Al-Beta" and "Chapter 1: Venice I. Benson", reasons being that I have a really hard time thinking of an original and engaging start like the other novels I read here.

In the meantime, I've already started a series that I have a full concept of called "The Highlander".

As I've mentioned (if you saw it) I'm not a fully committed writer, I'm a young, dumb, and broke 8th grader so chapters will be expected only once in a while.

So as of March 28, 2021. The Overkill series will be temporarily cancelled. Until I get the full concept of what exactly I'm trying to write here, you wont be expecting anything new.

-Kenneth Bradfield II

An artificial continent built as a solution to overpopulation is then sabotaged by a company that assisted in its construction, the people within are now ruled over by an oppressive and corrupt government, years later a rebellion arises and in an attempt to regain Al-Beta’s freedom, they have to fight back. So welcome to the cyber-punk-ish gore-fest that is Overkill, a story of two cybernetic mercenaries forced to fight against their enemies whether they like it or not.

Author: Kenneth Bradfield II

After making sure my password on my laptop was secure—not that I thought Deidra snooped or anything like that—I ventured out of my room, camera at the ready. My mantra for the day became: I'm getting that second shot. I repeated it several times until I reached the first floor landing. 
	I ambled for a bit until I heard hushed voices in the distance. I rounded the corner just in time to hear Demitri say something about length. If you asked me, I should have turned around and ran. Instead, I stepped into the drawing room and froze, jaw to the floor. At the center of the room, Demitri stood on a circular platform in front of three mirrors. Bright morning light bathed him like a marble statue in a museum, emphasizing the cuts of muscle on his body. Calixta, with pins between her teeth, kneeled at his feet hemming a…a…
	"Is that a skirt?" I blurted out. Did I mention Demitri was half naked? No? Well, yeah. Holy Greek god, Batman!
	He frowned at my question. "It's a kilt."
	"It's a skirt," I repeated dumbly. The circuits in my brain were misfiring. Demitri's abs were a miracle of nature, each bump perfect. 
	"It's leather," he said. 
	As if I couldn't sound any more like an idiot, I replied, "Do you have to do that without a shirt on, though?"
	"It's funkin' rock n' roll!" he growled. 
	Calixta and I shared a giggle and a loaded stare. When we realized we'd had a moment, we scowled and returned to what we were doing—her hemming Demitri's leather kilt and me standing there staring like a fool. A part of me now understood the appeal of historical romance novels involving Scottish men. A kilt—on the right body—was hella sexy. 
	I snapped pictures of Demitri patiently waiting for Calixta to finish her work. Ideas for the next shoot already forming in my mind. 
	"What's the kilt for?" I asked, kneeling with Calixta and pointed my camera up to capture his perfection at an upward angle. With his long hair spilling over his massive shoulders, he really resembled a dark-haired highlander who slayed hearts with a guitar instead of a sword. 
	Demitri spread his legs apart and rested his hands on his narrow hips. "The band in leather kilts in the snow is one of Luka's concepts for the Poison music video."
	"Luka came up with this?"
	"Yeah. What about it?"
	I froze. The response didn't come from Demitri. I turned in a tight circle to keep from bumping into Calixta. God forbid she pricks Demitri when she worked so close to his junk. And based on what I saw beneath that kilt while on my knees, Phoenix must be one happy girl.
	Luka stepped from behind a wooden screen at one side of the room I hadn't noticed when I came in. How could I when my gaze was locked on the gorgeous piece of manflesh on the platform. I had to correct myself. Demitri may look like a Greek god, but Luka embodied a blond, delicious Loki in that kilt. Granted, none of these pantheons wore kilts, but my mind was running away with me. He wore the kilt with a tight, black wifebeater. His messy mop of curls framed his face so well. It didn't help that my lips still remembered the feel of his mouth on mine and how intoxicating he tasted. And let's not forget the sinful tongue ring he hid expertly. 
	"How long have you been standing there?" I stammered out.
	His eyebrows rose, taking the bolt on one of them up a notch. "Long enough."
	It was times like this when I wished I had both eyes to fully appreciate what I was seeing. Let him see what his mere presence did to me, not bothering to hide my stare. I wanted him to know what he was depriving me of. 
	My tactic must have worked because a slight blush crossed Luka's cheekbones before he ran his fingers through his curls. The muscles on his arm flexed at the movement. My skin still tingled at the memory of the rings on those long digits. 
	"Why the kilts?" I asked when the silence got a little too awkward. 
	"Luka wants to give the ladies something to think about." Demitri laughed—a deep and throaty sound. 
	"It's a symbol." Luka took a step forward. "Scottish warriors wear kilts. They are fierce in battle."
	"What does it have to do with the song?"
	"We are going into battle for our hearts, to rid ourselves of the poison there."
	Okay, not quite getting it. I pursed my lips but didn't say anything. I decided I needed to see what the rest of the video was about before I could make any judgments on Luka's choice of wardrobe. 
	"Alright, you're done." Calixta slapped Demitri in the ass and shooed him off the platform. "Your turn, Your Highness." She crooked a finger at Luka.
	"Your Highness?" I asked, laughing. That came out of left field.
	Everyone in the room paused. Luka looked pointedly at Calixta. She didn't seem affected by the heat in his glare. Demitri slapped Luka on the shoulder and laughed again before looking at me. Okay, that got pretty weird fast. 
	"Don't mind Calixta. She likes giving everyone nicknames," he said to me, mischief in his dark as night eyes. 
	"It's because he's so high and mighty," Calixta added before she bit down on a couple more pins. 
	Luka snorted, taking his place on the platform. The tension deflated. I chuckled. Luka all high and mighty. He certainly had the attitude. And if he was pulling the strings in Vicious, he'd definitely need the air of arrogance only royalty possessed. 
	Demitri and Luka mumbled to each other about the video they would shoot tomorrow while I continued to take pictures and Calixta got to hemming his kilt. For a second, I wondered what was under there, but I played the good girl and abstained from kneeling in front of Luka. The last thing I needed was for him to have that image of me. Then I noticed the edges of a tattoo peeking out of the collar of Luka's tank top behind his neck. I couldn't make out what it was, the black cotton completely obscuring the design. Like a curious cat, I wanted to see it. The how was the problem. The naughty part of me wished Luka would walk around half-naked the way Demitri did. The saner part of me knew my heart couldn't take it if he did. I silently thanked him for that.  
	"What time is the shoot starting tomorrow?" I asked, checking the settings on my camera. 
	"Dawn," Luka said over his shoulder. 
	I groaned. I just climbed into bed at that time. Crap!
	"And it'll last most of the day, depending on Mr. Perfectionist here." Demitri hiked his thumb at the fallen angel reflected in three mirrors and Luka swiped at his cousin's shoulder. 
	I didn't believe I caught the moment until I stared at it on the digi screen. Demitri was grinning up at Luka who was scowling down at him. Their interaction looked so dynamic in the stillness of the picture. And as dumb luck would have it, Calixta wasn't in the frame. She must have reached for something because when I looked back at the three of them, she kneeled in front of Luka again. What a fortuitous moment. 
	A self-satisfied grin pulled at my lips. 
	"What is it?" 
	Looking up, my gaze locked with Luka's as he stared at me from the center mirror. My grin turned into a full on smile. "Looks like it's gonna be another sleepless night for me."
	Luka mirrored my smile with a sexy one of his own. "Just the way I like it."

Romance is a very popular genre in Webnovels. The first thing that come to mind when we talk about romance are the CEO novels. Even though we don't want to admit it, they are the mainstream romance stories in the Webnovel website. 

So why do people love romance stories? I hope you find the answer while reading this chapter.

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FattyBai: No worries, was just a bit curious. It's always amazing seeing how the Romance genre basically dominates the site.

Parasection: and CEO stories.

FattyBai: So I was sort of curious what the demographics on the reader's sex were. But yeah, it's a fair assumption to say that the ladies rule the site, lol

WWFire: Readers gender stats r ambiguous, it is manipulatable after all.

FattyBai: Unless there's this hidden group of guys who have been starving for CEO romance novels (which would actually be funny).

Parasection: But the sacred texts.

WWFire: All I see are genderless alien. *derp emoticon*

reinesse ♥: kek.

FattyBai: How do we pull in the female readers in if we can't write a romance story? *cry emoticon*

Parasection: No choice but to write yaoi then.

WWFire: We who read these kind of fantasy novels don't live our lives correctly pal.

CailinMatthews: *ghost hug emoticon*

Parasection: Give in to the demons.

WWFire: That's why we escape reality sometimes. 

FattyBai: It's like being offered a big cake and unable to take a slice.

Zehell2218: I think male reader have their own chance and market.

FattyBai: For sure, but it'd be nice to tap into both sides.

Zehell2218: @FattyBai I think I'll make fantasy romance so I can attract both.

FattyBai: I mean, it's not a bad idea, but how do you split it up? 50% romance/50% dragon ball z?


Parasection: The fuq that sounds like an abomination.

FattyBai: It does.

Zehell2218: @FattyBai No it's 80% romance 20% action. *joy emoticon*

Noveljunky: Besides Romance, what else do females like to read?

Parasection: BL, yaoi, drama.

Zehell2218: Still BL is romance.

Anjeeriku: horror lol.

reinesse ♥: @Noveljunky xianxia I think.

Noveljunky: Mmm.

Zenith: Well, need too write romance...kek

Zehell2218: Do female reader like to read apocalypse novel? Quick question since I will make fantasy romance in apocalypse.

[A/N: Sis, did you forget that you're a girl too?]

Totally Not Nano: nah oof.

FattyBai: @Zehell2218 Aww, man. But then you have to develop characters and write meaningful dialogue.

Zenith: I am probably gonna f*ck up my time trying to make a romance story.

FattyBai: We like blowing stuff up and fighting baddies.

Zehell2218: cmon it will be comedy. *laugh emoticon*

Parasection: The best thing in a novel is character development humor and action romance can be on the side.

Anjeeriku: Romance can be a great sub genre.

Parasection: how does one even write romance? I don't know where to begin with that genre.

FattyBai: I'm a simple guy, I see plot and I drown it in martial arts and manly stuff. Of course, I don't know what feelings are. Can you eat them to increase your cultivation base? *think smart emoticon*

Parasection: I've never experienced romance so i'd fail the moment i'd attempt a story like that.

Zehell2218: Actually, I like to write fighting scene but without romance my reader will kill me. So...yeah I tag it as romance! *joy emoticon*

Parasection: Fight scenes are fun to write.

FattyBai: I'm trying to break through into the "Immortal lonely sperg" phase~

Zehell2218: Very sloooooowww romance.

Anjeeriku: Please no abusive ML @Zehell2218 They're disgusting. idk why women like to read them.

Zehell2218: @Anjeeriku I don't know if girls who read xianxia will read apocalypse novel too.

reinesse ♥: I wanna write a novel like it's not easy to be a man after traveling to the future.

Zehell2218: @Anjeeriku No I won't make abusive ML. @reinesse ♥ same *joy emoticon*

Totally Not Nano: @Anjeeriku *cough* TBWWM *cough*

reinesse ♥: And an actual xianxia novel with reasonable characters.

Zehell2218: But without the romance it's bland.

reinesse ♥: Like characters, especially main character who knows how to adjust because extreme pride is not good.

FattyBai: @Zehell2218 Baby Dragon Truer words have not been spoken, and that scares me.

reinesse ♥: Some villains are really brainless. they can scheme, but they don't have a reasonable reason to do so

Zenith: Kek.

Zehell2218: @Zenith gramps I have idea for fantasy romance lemme tell you after I finish writing and see if it's interesting or not.

Zenith: Get the MC u desire! Yeah @Zehell2218 

FattyBai: I fear becoming a more wholesome and fleshed out human being. Please no development.

Zehell2218: @Zenith It's ok. Just want to see if people will find this good or not. *joy emoticon*

Totally Not Nano: I think there's a formula in getting famous as a writer.

[A/N: Oh? Such formula exist? Teach me Senpai!]

Totally Not Nano: Let's debate about it. *thinking emoticon*

Parasection: The formula is write romance and you're set.

Totally Not Nano: Any genre + xxxxxxx = top 1.

[A/N: Today… I lost faith in humanity.]

Noveljunky: If you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back.

Moonbirth: Write a lot. Write everyday. Post a lot everyday... write about what readers want to read about.

Anjeeriku: Write a lot. be a slave. Lol


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Elyon knew that "Romance" is not his strong point. He writes a fantasy story with romance, but he can't tell if the romance will be able to attract female readers. Out of curiosity, he asked some of his fellow authors the question "Why do you read romance stories?"

Here are their answers…

Kyosei: Because I am single. 

Reili: To fill my empty void of a love life.

Minrei: Because romance let you feel what is to be loved, plus it is universal you dont need to learn magic or cultivation in order to read.

Bajj: Due to lack of romance irl.

Murakami: I read because I enjoy the friction and conflict between the FL and ML. The insistence vs resistance is naisu.

Qin: I reads romance only for ideas and info.

VlassisBehrakis: I don't read romance novels.

[A/N: Oof I asked the wrong person.]

Elyon then  ̶a̶m̶b̶u̶s̶h̶e̶d̶ asked some readers about their opinion about romance novels.

Yin: I read romance novels because I want that kind of drama to happen to me in real life. But I know it will never happen haha.

A Certain Irresistible Meowlin: I wonder why? And I do read romance novels. Though the chance of me dropping them is also the highest out of all the genres. Every so often I come across a scene that makes me just want to squeal and fangirl. 

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Elyon decided to dig deeper and asked a few of his senior "romance authors" some questions about their reason for writing romance stories.

The first question is… Why did you choose to write Romance Stories?

Anjeeriku: I'm comfortable writing romance stories compared to other genres. I'm a helpless romantic person and I like novels that can invoke other people's feelings.

Bajj: First of all, I like reading romance story. It was the reason why I read books before and reading other genres comes after. All in all, due to these romance fiction books, I got the opportunity to read more great books with different genre.

MishaK: That's what I read, so write that too.

Zehell2218: Because as reader, I want to read romance novel so when I write, I write romance since my motto is I write what I want to read.

Ikazainudin: The easiest genre. Everyone can relate.

End_of_Era: It wasn't a full on Romance, it was slice of life with romance which I feel was necessary with progression of the characters.

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The second question… When you were making your ML and FL, did you imagine yourself as the lead of your story at any given point in time?

Anjeeriku: I would be a liar if I said no. There were instances that I'd put myself in my FL's shoes. Whenever that happens, my writing feels more passionate and truthful that sometimes it was hard to know where my fl starts and where I end. 

Shen Yi, LMD's ML was based on a person I've lost, The One That Got Away so it was sometimes hard not to self-insert whenever there were scenes that need to invoke feelings from readers. 

Bajj: I believe that every character the author was making and breathing life into it, a part of him/her is added to its character. But me imagining of being the ML/FL, never. I'm too pure for that. Kek

MishaK: Yes I did but sometimes. Otherwise you can't infuse emotions in your characters. It is important to understand your characters.

Zehell2218: Yes, I imagine myself as the lead. Of course, I tweak it a bit, such as in age and appearance. But mostly, the characteristics is similar to me.

Ikazainudin: FL and ML character based on what I want to be irl. Yup. I imagine that will be my love story.

End_of_Era: Yes, my leads had some ocassional self insertion.

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The third question… If you were to choose some other genre aside from romance, what would you pick?

Anjeeriku: Fantasy. I always look up to those authors who can write fantasy stories/novels well. I believe writing a fantasy novel is harder than writing romance. 

[A/N: Ahem! 10 points to Griffindor!]

Bajj: Horror/thriller/Action. Read GGGB godamnit! [Good Girl Gone Bad]

MishaK: I am writing a Fantasy romance aside from regular vanilla romance *smile emoticon*

Zehell2218: Fantasy, magical realism, fan fiction.

Ikazainudin: Psychological/horror and maybe children story.

End_of_Era: The new genre I'm writing is fantasy/violent .

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The fourth and final question… If you were to give a message to your beloved readers, what would it be?

Anjeeriku: I'm sorry for not being inconsistent with updates. Y'all know I love you, but a little consideration and patience as I face this rough patch in my life would be very much appreciated.

Bajj: Vote me please :* mass release comes after, deal?

[A/N: Oof!]

MishaK: Be responsible in reviewing the book you are reading. Authors love to listen from their readers. So talk to them.

Zehell2218: Beloved reader, your author here is working hard to provide your daily dose so pliz pretty pliz, read my chapter using paid SS since I don't get even a penny for free SS. 

Tips: use free SS on translation novel. The translator still get money and use paid SS on original novel so we can get a bit money to continue living *wink*

Ikazainudin: I want readers to know, that love, hope and miracles exist. Be open and value each moment of your life like the MC's did.


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Author's Thoughts

Hello Guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter of WWCG. Personally, I've read a few CEO novels myself. I also read some FL stories like A Slight Smile Is Devastating (Love O2O), Hidden Marriage, Doomed to be Cannon Fodder, Transmigrator meets Reincarnator, A Mistaken Marriage Match: A Generation of Military Counselor, There Is an Angel in That Church (short story), Eight Treasures Trousseau, Grabbing Your Hand, Dragging you Away, A Mistaken Marriage Match: Record of Washed Grievances…

Ai~ there's a few more that I won't add to the list because it will create a wall of text. Well anyways, the reason why I read these stories is to get an idea on "WHY" the ladies love to read them.

Let's just say that it's a unique way to see a world in the eye of a lady (if you are a man of course). When done properly, the execution of the story can capture the hearts of anyone, even male readers. I believe that no matter what gender you are, as long as you find the story interesting then it doesn't matter whether you are a guy or a gal no?

Perhaps, when I'm not too busy to write my stories, I'll once again pick a romance novel to read. Hopefully, I will find another hidden gem that will bring unexpected surprises to anyone who are lucky enough to find them.

P.S I would like to thank my fellow authors, especially my senior romance authors who answered some of my questions regarding romance novels. 

To my senior authors, May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the Power Stones shine warm upon your face, and Spirit Stones fall soft upon your fields. (￣▽￣)ノ

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It's me again, Lemon Grenade. After creating the story Reincarnated into a Shingle Sea Urchin, I realized how fast I did things and how I didn't put much effort into the story. I've spent my time thoughtfully contemplating on how to improve myself this year before I came up with a new story.

I originally promised another story that involved aliens and game elements, but I got extremely lazy during that time and temporarily gave up. But I've been working on others in secret during my silence. This time I came up with one that's unique and something I'm willing to invest more time in compared to my first one which was a prototype.

This time I won't try to speed run things. I'll try to put effort into the storyline and plot. I'll try to personalize characters and put effort into them. Unlike the first time, I have a relatively good path that I plan on following. Yes, I said that for my first novel, but complications rose so I ended it prematurely.

But I won't start releasing chapters for a while. If I do, the pressure will bring up my habit of speed running things. Once I've completed a portion of it that I've deemed satisfactory, I'll start releasing chapters.

PLEASE READ (But please don't be offended with my passionate rant)
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I have reasons as to why I chose the main character to be a female.
The first reason is because I feel more enthusiastic when the character I'm imagining is female.

The second reason is because I'm tired of almost all the female Wuxia/Xianxia novels that I manage to find and read. It's very hard (and rare) to find a legit cultivation novel with a female protagonist that cultivates seriously.
Almost all female cultivation novels have a main male character that goes after them. It results in a lot of romance and little cultivation. The same could be said to multiple male characters going after the single female protagonist. It just results in too much comedy and romance, with little cultivation time taken seriously.

Examples would be Genius Doctor: Black Belly Miss and The Demonic King Chases His Wife. Although I've read the first to 300 and the second to 500, which isn't the whole, I stopped because of the romance. Although yes, there was a period of time where they separated, but even then, cultivation wasn't really taken seriously. 
(Correct me if this changes past what I've read. I'm kinda judging, but what I've said is mostly true for what I've read so far. So you can't blame me)

The ones that I can really appreciate are Kumo Desu Ga, Nani Ka? and The Good-For-Nothing Seventh Young Lady.
The first one has almost no romance with the female character and is all about evolving to become stronger in order to survive. 
The second does have multiple males going after her, but she takes cultivation very seriously and puts in effort to cultivate. If not, she's usually doing important business stuff or figuring out problems. She's not even in love with any of the male throughout the entire story, only friendship. It's extremely slow romance as she slowly falls for a guy that only has a soul, but has a personality that I like very much.

You can find plenty of male cultivation novels, and a lot of them are famous. Almost all of them seriously focus on cultivation; pursuing the Dao with not a lot of romance. Even the ones with female leads still do cultivation seriously even if the male protagonist falls in love.

But NO! When it's a female, the cold and dark world of cultivation suddenly becomes all happy and vibrant! It's all about the male guy! Yes, I have seen darkness and coldness in female cultivation novels like the ones above, but definitely not as much as one with a male MC. It's like the whole world has to be nicer just because the MC is a girl!

For male MC's, most of them struggle to the top. They have to work their way to advance by slaughtering enemies and using them as stepping stones in pursuit of the great Dao. They always severely injure themselves while approaching the brink of death just to survive. There's always gore, evil, and darkness that the MC has to traverse through while maintaining their sanity.

But NO! It's different for a female MC! They do struggle, but definitely not as much. Enemies are slaughtered and used as stepping stones, but I've never seen a female have a Dao they want to pursue. Yes they injure themselves, but definitely not as bloody and gory. Life or death situations are way less compared to the latter. Things are seemingly brighter with a female MC.

The best part of it all is that they're buffed with their seemingly harsh past life. Almost all female MC's in cultivation novels have OP medical skills, assassin skills, and military skills from their past life. I've never seen a female MC cult. novel where she was originally born in a cultivation world and has to work her way up. I've seen several male MC novel's like that, but no female.

Yes, I know male MC's are like that too, but not a lot of them actually have the female tropes. A good portion of them are just male MC's who are in high school or college, or just an average worker. They have to learn harsh things and go through mentally insane things. On the other hand, females are granted buffs and don't start this way out when they arrive. (Correct me if there is a female cultivation novel like that)

In conclusion, the males usually have the tough life while the females can just relate to their past life to get things done. Not to mention getting help from the leading male(s) character(s).
 
You really can't sympathize with the female MC's suffering in their past life as they usually do a brief overview of what their other worldly harsh life was like (sometimes male as well). The males usually have to go through hardships throughout the novel which immerses the reader (most of the time).

Well, as a person who believes in gender equality, this is a frustrating problem for me. I just wish there'd be more novels where the female has to suffer hardships physically and mentally like the male trope does without the buffer and external help from their lover. I also just wish the female would pursue the Dao and not crazily fall in love.

I know you're all saying, "But Lemon! Those novels are to catch readers that love romance!"
I know! But do you think all males and females like romance cultivation novels? 
"But these are all romance cultivation novels!"
Where's the action filled, Dao pursuing cultivation novels with female MC's?!
Where's the female MC's that pursue a lonely road of cultivation like the male MC's?!
I bet there's tons of female and male readers wanting more action-packed, little romance female Xianxia/Wuxia novels!

To make matters worse, they make the males personality traits very annoying to other males! Only the Seventh Young Lady has satisfactory male traits including the leading male.

Yes this all sounds sexist, but hear me out. 
I know some like the romance part, but as a person who loves action-filled novels, the romance part isn't all that big for me. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy romance ones as well, but only if the MC is a male and the romance is kept in check and not exaggerated like the female ones. Very rarely will I enjoy a male lead in a female cultivation (Seventh Young Lady).

Yes, I am using past life experience for the female MC, but that's because I'm lazy. I can understand why the others use this buff of their female MC's, but apparently it's easy for the male and not for the female.
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Phew! I've let out enough of my pent-up emotions. Let's end this rant about inequality towards male and female MC's.

I will try to do as little romance as possible in this novel and keep cultivation serious. There will be a little, but I don't know if I'll include a handsome male lead or multiple male leads. It all depends on the direction of this novel.

Well, I hope you all enjoy this novel when I start releasing chapters. 
Lemon Grenade signing off... [Insert Radio Music]

After being assassinated on the front-lines by a friendly soldier, Zeng Xinyue stumbled upon a mysterious golden wheel in purgatory. The wheel spun and landed on a mysterious golden symbol which was imprinted on her soul as "Telekinesis". Then her soul vanished and reincarnated into a place known as the Five Heavens, where cultivation isn't a fantasy.

Xinyue was awakened with no parents. She was given average looks and no talent for cultivation. On top of that, the orphanage leader didn't like her and kicked her out as a newborn baby! How bad is this luck?!

Will she survive as a newborn baby in civilization fraught with dangers? Will she be abducted by the forces of evil? Will this be another female cultivation love story?
Find out in the next episode of Drago- 
"Wait! That's copyright!"
*exhales a sigh of relief*
"Close call..."

One of the things I like to do is to share novels that I enjoy reading. 
However, I only share those that are free so as to help (a little bit) of such a wonderful book not get lost in the thousands of novels out there in webnovel.
For convenience's sake, I will also put them here from now on.
This is the list as from 1 December 2019, and whatever titles I remember from previous recommendations. I will upload the earlier recommendations when I have the time (and amidst editing after the novel ends).
Below includes free and those that became contracted after it had been recommended (note, it wasn't because I recommended it, okay). heh. 
Also, note. At the time I recommend, I try to choose novels that will continue. However, whether it does, or not, is beyond my control. I bear no responsibility if the Author disappears, or if they do dro the novel (I don't like when that happens either, so I know the feeling).  
So any novels that I did recommend before, but hasn't updated for more than two months, I will not put in this list.
Free Novels (Alphabetical Order)
1. Immaculate Spirit by Newbiel (Magical Realism), Ongoing - Nathaniel, a teenage artistic genius in a coma for four years. Reawakened with another soul attached (Marc, CIA agent extraordinaire). It has music, action (spy and terrorist stuff). No regular updates, grammar is not perfect but in later chapters, there are editors (on and off). 
2. No Matter How Long Time Passes, I still Love you by Sweetflowlips (Romance), Ongoing - This is a refreshing take on the usual 'marry cold man - divorce' novels. First off, FL doesn't end up with the useless ex-husband and secondly, she's not such a wimp or flopping fish. /heh
3. Perfect match, Secret Marriage by caremel (Romance), Completed - 420 Chapters. 
4. The Prodigy: I Was Reborn And To Become A Saintess by _AngelGrace_(Fantasy Romance), Ongoing - A prodigy was reborn in a world of magic, into the body of a 'useless' Saintess - or so everyone thought. See how she overcomes the plots against her, makes herself powerful and collects men to her like bees to honey. Looks like reverse harem at the moment, but may be just one ML. There's magic, a bit of nation-building. Updates unstable but Author says will not drop.
5. TheUnion by CreamAndCookies (Fantasy), Completed -291 Chapters. It is fantasy medieval. Has romance, kingdom building and all the political intrigues. 
6. The Witch CEO is NOT a Demoness by SayuriHyuuga (Romance), Completed - 146 Chapters. FengJui, CEO and known to be like a dragon. Gets drunk, finds herself having a one-night stand (this may be viewed as r*pe since she was drunk) with a 'vagabond' (who is actually another CEO) that won't leave her alone now. R18. 
Became Contracted
1. Genius Seventh Prince by LazySky (Fantasy), Ongoing - Greyson was born as the talented seventh prince of the small Ley Kingdom in the desolate Snow Country but he ended up an orphan at a local church in the neighboring kingdom. Follow this genius and his rise to the top in a world where magic reigns supreme.  There are dragons! 
Special Mention
This is a book by a fellow reader, who is an Author. My first Author friend when I began the journey to write and learned a lot from her writing style. She has a wonderful style of writing that I can never emulate but I learn from. Her genre is different, but you'll certainly not lose out on trying it out:
Author: Rxel
1. Free and Unfettered (Free, completed)
2. Curse of the Mainframe (Contracted, ongoing)


This is a rebirth story of a normal girl, Kylie. She was a normal girl, living a normal life. Married and had kids. Nothing outstanding about her, but nothing terrible either. Then she was attacked and left to die. 

Her soul screamed in pain at having to leave behind two small children that needed her, yet she couldn't do anything. As she entered eternal darkness ... it took her some time to realise that she was not dead. She was alive, only yet to be born.

And she was a boy.

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The AWESOME Cover Design is by Chryiss

She's also an Author here in Webnovel so check out her stories: [RE: Life as a Tree] and [My World To Live] 

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Summary:

- MC is OP 
- Sincere Brotherhood
- True sibling bonding (no incest)
- Humour (I try)
- Action
- Slow Romance 
- Revenge/Face slapping 
- Sensitive issues (LGBT, r*pe - but not that the MC is a r*pist)


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FAQ:

Q: Will MC end up with a girl, or a boy? 
A: That would be a spoiler; but if you REALLY have to know, it's answered Auxillary Chapter, the FAQ (Spoilers).

Discord: : https://discord.gg/ZWnDEcG

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Hi. Thanks for dropping by. Please bear in mind that I am a new author, and English is not my first language. I am writing because I find it enjoyable, and am only now finding the courage to actually pen it out for others to read.

This is a reincarnation story of a girl who had lived one life, and will experience another. Follow her along her journey of discovery: of herself, as she walks an entirely new path. Yet, at the same time, she seeks to find closure from her old life. 

World background: Current Earth, with names of countries being just Country J, Country SA etc. 

First, the MC is the typical OP character. Second, it's a slice of life story mixed with OPness of MC. If you don't like Gary Sue / OP characters, with a slow story pace, then this is not for you. 

There are elements of adventure/action, romance, some comedy and a little bit of mystery.  It is also a story about friendship and the bonds we make as we grow up.

The rating is due to certain scenes and sensitive issues from Volume 3 onwards. 

Please review. Your feedback is appreciated.

If you want to show support for this poor Author:

https://ko-fi.com/psyberrose

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Other Books:

1. Courage to Love (ongoing)


 
One Year Later
 
Dear sister mine,
Your last letter filled me with so much joy. It's superb to hear how well you took up married life. I cannot believe your stable master put Debranua and Fiadhaich in the same stockyard before your wedding. And now you have a foal running around as elegant as you describe.
Your happiness shines all through your words. And your happiness means mine as well in more ways than one, as you may guess.
Stanley and I are expecting. Can you imagine it to happen so fast? Alright, so we have been, you know, tempting destiny and other parts of our persons long before the bans were put. Oh, Catriona, I love him so dearly! We did not even try to resist. To become the Countess of Arleigh proved to be a pale boon compared with our married bliss. He's the utmost gentleman, everything I ever dreamed of in a husband. And I have only you to thank. Meeting and marrying your Highlander savage—sorry for that—gave us the chance to live out our love. I'm sure you don't mind it, do you? As for me, I don't mind you choosing that man in the least! Much on the contrary, I must confess.
I hope you consider a visit to us soon. I did not forget you do not care for town, but I will so much enjoy having you here. Do it for me, please. I will use my condition as an excuse not to travel to the wilds of the country where you made your home. Even if you miss me so much as you state. And I believe you when you say so.
Send news soon!
Your beloved sister
Anna
 
Catriona folded the paper with a wistful smile. In the drawing room, the watery late afternoon sun tinted the carpet with smooth colour.  Anna and Tremaine tied the knot six months ago, to her father's exasperation and her sister's utter elation. They were no doubt the perfect match, fond of London and its dubious entertainments. But if that was what Anna wanted, Catriona would respect her wishes. 
Debranua foaled a few months ago, Craig having confessed he had facilitated it even while Catriona and Fingal were working with the stallion. Embarrassed, he admitted that he thought both would produce a magnificent breed. He was right. They named the little one Samhradh, summer, to remember when she and her husband met.
A movement in the room told her the nanny brought Ava to her mother. The three-month old baby displayed a tuft of dark hair, but the eyes were still undefined, dark brown probably. Catriona took the girl and gave a break to the nanny. Anna had been so effusive when she came to know of her niece. Aunt and niece had yet to meet. 
But her father saw his granddaughter.
After Anna's wedding, he sat with Drostan and accepted he could do nothing about how his daughters ignored his designs. So, the alliance between the McKendrick and the McTavish had been validated much to everybody's satisfaction and Catriona's relief. A rift between the clans served nobody, though Fingal demanded Angus apologise to his elder daughter for his behaviour when they last met. At Marie's coaxing, the McTavish acquiesced.
The presence of Ava made it all easier, however. Catriona's parents melted at the sight of the little girl. Fortunately, they did not live nearby, or they would spoil her rotten. 
Mother and child approached the window to watch the butterflies as Catriona rained kisses on the girl's rosy petal cheeks. 
Two fierce arms enfolded them, accompanied by the scent of horse and man. The love of her life. Her head rested on his broad shoulder with a contentment that spread itself warm and soothing inside her.
"How's this little hoyden doing?" The throaty voice asked as a masculine finger feathered his daughter's chin. The big hand caressing their girl brought tears to her eyes. How could such a giant be so heart-melting towards the baby? The sight of them together always filled Catriona with overflowing emotions.
A tender smile reflected on the glass pane back at Fingal. "Drowsy. She's just awoken." 
"Five minutes for the hurricane to start," he teased while his head bent for him to brush her temple with his mouth. 
               She laughed. "You impossible man." 
His arms tightened around them. "Since I met you I've dreamed we'd make a baby daughter just like you." 
"You don't say." Her head burrowed in his tartan.
"So I won't have peace until I'm very old," he jested with a smile moving on her smooth skin.
"If next time it's a boy, I'll have my revenge."
"We'd better hurry up and get down to it, then."
"How focused, Mr McKendrick," she taunted, knowing he always 'chastised' her when she called him that.
"Hm," he growled. "Wait until tonight, and you'll see who is this Mr McKendrick." 
"I can hardly wait," she confessed.
His knuckle lifted her chin to him. "I love you, Catriona." 
"I love you, Fingal." And his sculpted lips touched hers before Ava demanded her share of attention.
 
 
The End 
 
 
 
 
Continue reading on to a preview of The Lass Initiated the Laird - Erotic Novella
 
 
 
 

PREVIEW OF THE LASS INITIATED THE LAIRD - EROTIC NOVELLA
 
Oxford, England, 1816
 
He had been hard for her for the better part of the morning. If you did not count the last seven years, that is.
For seven agonising years he relied on his own imagination and self-relief to keep his sanity in place. Or his insanity in check, more like. 
Samuel Bryce McDougal, or Sam as the McDougal and his wife Aileen called him, sat at the desk in his professor's study with Mrs Stratham. Her role in this household comprised of being the professor's children's governess, doubling as assistant when her duties allowed. For now they did, since Professor Walter Hayley travelled to Cambridge on an academic assignment together with Mrs Dora Hayley and their two children.
Which meant Sam and Harriet were alone in the house.
Which meant they had to make progress with the paper he would present shortly.
And it also meant that he was at the bursting point for the woman he had wanted since he first set eyes on her as a freshman at eighteen.
The green eyes so like his father's went no higher than her creamy ample bosom covered by her demure dress for fear of giving himself away.  Those prominent mounds haunted his dreams and carnal fantasies for such a long time he knew exactly what he wanted to do with them, had he the chance of one day coming within touching distance. 
The image almost undid him. His rampant erection engorged to the point he was sure he would shame himself on the spot. The breeches he wore when in Oxford squeezed the poor flesh cruelly. His nostrils sucked in air, twitching his spectacles, his skin flooding with that kind of colour that afflicted only a red-haired person. In short, him.
For years, his fellow students tried to convince him to accompany them to those rackety bawdy houses they used to frequent, rich noble heirs that they were. In between lectures, they boasted their prowess with the so-called Cyprians on offer. 
Invariably, he declined. 
He wanted none of them. He had no wish for a meaningless tumble when there was only one woman who never left his mind. 
The result being he remained a virgin. 
Perhaps, he should follow their advice and try to assuage the urges of his body with one of those dolls. He careened too close to obsession, and it was getting out of hand.
"Is anything the matter, Samuel?" Even her lyrical voice contained the power to unbalance him.
With no other option, his stare met hers. Those enormous blue eyes seemed to engulf him in a maelstrom of madness. On an oval face, framed by wheat ringlets, they fairly frayed him. 
At twenty-five, his hormones clamoured for the satisfaction that one of his own hands was not capable to offer anymore. Solely, a woman. This woman. 
"Not at all, Harriet," he answered, unable to control his gaze when it lowered to her full lips. Her tongue moistened them, causing his heart to speed up and pump even more blood to the wrong place.
Sam was well aware that he would never be any woman's choice—not first choice, at least. Too awkward, too red-haired, too big spectacles. And bookish to distraction, he did not come out as exactly charming or manly. Paying for their favour might be his last resort.
"We should continue then," she replied but did not bend those blue temptations to their work. Instead, her gaze roamed from the slick hair falling on his brow, the green eyes fixed on her, to zero in on his lips, which were as red as his— Well…the tip of him, the very leaky tip of him.
The things his friends said a woman's lips could do!
Fuck!
He needed to leave the room. At this second! Or he risked shaming himself. Worse still, his distended member demanded its due fare. One unavailable to him. So he must go and get the relief that was at his disposal.
"Excuse me," he said and stood up fast and clumsy. In shirtsleeves, without a coat to cover his denouncing midriff, he turned in a quick motion. Out of the study, he nearly ran to the chamber Professor Hayley allowed him to use in his absence. To protect Harriet, the Professor said.
At that instant, he was not so sure she was that protected.
With that thought, he burst into his chamber and shut it with an urgent click.
 
Harriet followed Samuel's retreat with interest. She knew exactly what was happening to him, what usually happened to men lusting after a woman.
At thirty-one, widowhood did not intimidate her. Long ago, such status meant she obtained release from a bad marriage. If her late husband understood that drinking and brawling in London's underworld consisted of the best amusement life could offer—and then die from one of those soused fisticuffs—it was nothing to do with her. Except she had been left poor and indebted, desperately in need of employment. 
The polished education her father, an attorney for the crown, bestowed on her, came in as her salvation. One year into her position, the Professor had brought the Scot. Mr McDougal had been barely more than a lad at the time. 
She thought the awe with which he boyishly regarded her endearing, certain he would grow out of it. The freshman possessed his own lodgings near the campus, afforded by his powerful Highlander of a father. Academic assignments brought him often into the house to work with the Professor. 
He grew into a man before her very eyes. Lean and tall, six feet four probably, the round spectacles did not hide the clear green eyes or the freckles on his translucent skin. As he came into adulthood, though, his hair darkened into a reddish brown and his cherry lips firmed into a sensuous shape. It made him compelling in a distinct way. The fact he treated her with nothing but the utmost respect, despite his obvious desire, counted points in his favour. 
All of a sudden, her mind started weaving the most absurd reveries involving her employer's protégé. Together with shameful body reactions she never ever dreamed of transpiring in her arid and infrequent marriage bed. She took note of this awareness of him mere months ago, the discomfort of it wreaking havoc with her lucidity and composure. She must be an inglorious wanton to harbour such unacceptable tendencies towards a man who not only was much younger than her, but also a part of the Scottish lofty aristocracy. 
As Samuel took his leave, she did not miss the immense bulge in the front of his breeches. Her fingers itched to undo each button on either side of his hipbones, letting the flap fall to wrap her hand around him. Test the hardness, the heat—tunnel her fingers along its whole extension. The ache and moistness the image produced got her breathless. And eager for any resolution.
Would the hair cradling him between his thighs be lighter or darker than the slick strands on his head?
The afterthought brought a scalding flush to the surface.
What the deuce! 
 
 
 
 
 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
 
 
 
 
Lisa Torquay comes from a multi-cultural family. She graduated in History and got a Master degree in British Empire. She has worked as an English and History teacher at high schools. She got married to a Norwegian and moved to Norway, where she has lived for three years. Writing has been her passion since she was thirteen.
 
 
 
 
Dear reader,
I really hope you have enjoyed this book. If you did, would you please post a review on Amazon and/or Goodreads, or on your bookseller of choice? Your opinion will help other readers who like this genre of romance spot it. A couple of lines, no more, stating what you enjoyed about it. 
It will be an honour to hear from you. 
Cheers,
Lisa.
 
 
 
 
Connect with Lisa Torquay
 
www.lisatorquay.webs.com
Facebook/Lisa Torquay

 
Other Books by Lisa Torquay
 
      Build It Higher (Contemporary Romance) 
 
      Her Irresistible Guardian (Contemporary Romance)
 
      For the Earl's Taking
 
      The Lady and the Desert Scoundrel
 
      The Forbidden Duchess (Rogues from War 1)
 
      Claiming His Estranged Viscountess (Rogues from War 2)
 
      Igniting the Countess
 
      Duke of Treason (Rogues from War 3)
 
      The Lass Defied the Laird (Explosive Highlanders 1)
 
      The Lass Defended the Laird (Explosive Highlanders 2)
 
      The Lass Beguiled the Laird (Explosive Highlanders 3)
 
 
 
Coming soon!
The Lass Initiated the Laird - Erotic Novella (Explosive Highlanders 3.5)

HE IS THE MAN SHE COULD NEVER HAVE LOOKED AT WITH MORE THAN A POLITE GLANCE…
 
Catriona McTavish longs for the Highlands where she lived until she was fourteen, before her English mother took her and her sister to London for the best education money could buy. After years away from her beloved country, she can take it no more. As an advertisement for a horse expert jumps onto her sight, she regards it as the ideal opportunity to visit her birthplace again and see the best horseflesh in the Highlands—all under a false name. She never imagined her future brother-in-law would take siege of her body and her mind, endangering her very soul, but her father has signed a marriage agreement between her sister and the commanding laird.
 
SHE IS THE WOMAN HE COULD ONLY KEEP IN HIS BED, NEVER IN HIS LIFE…
 
Fingal McKendrick has a problematic horse he needs to put on the mend. When he realises the horse expert he'd agreed to come and help his Arab stallion is a woman called Emily Paddington, he has an urge to send her packing; not only because she's a woman, but also because she's the most maddeningly confounding lass he has ever met. Beautiful, feisty, and utterly skilful with horses, she draws him in perilously. Despite the blistering craving she arouses in him, he must keep his distance, for he has agreed to marry another for a clan alliance.
 
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