Vampire Highland Fling
By: Cornelia Amiri | Other books by Cornelia Amiri
Published By: Ellora's Cave Publishing Inc.
Published: Aug 08, 2012
ISBN # 9781419941627
Available in: Epub, HTML, Adobe Acrobat, Mobipocket (.prc)
Murdina, a dark vampiric fey, hunts the Scottish Highlands for a man, but not for blood—Murdina wants love. She spots Cameron playing the bagpipes, and when a strong wind lifts his kilt, she takes a good look and decides he’s the one.
When Cameron meets a beautiful, mysterious woman who dances the Highland fling for him, his blood boils for her. Soon Murdina and Cameron are doing more than dancing. Wrapped in each other’s arms, they discover true love, but their time together is limited before Murdina’s fey sisters cross the portal to steal her back and probably kill him. Is their love strong enough to overcome the threat her sisters pose to Murdina’s heart and to Cameron’s life?
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An Excerpt From: VAMPIRE HIGHLAND FLING
Copyright © CORNELIA AMIRI, 2012
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Murdina should have immediately told her sisters a stone had fallen from the highland cairn. She didn’t. When she glanced in the well and saw the light in it, she knew. It was what she’d been waiting for. With the portal to the human realm open, she sneaked out of her round hut and made her way to the nearby cave. She stilled her thoughts and passed like vapor through the rock wall underhill and to the sod of Scotland.
Before her vision adjusted, she heard booming, high-toned, textured music vibrating through the air. Murdina’s bare feet tickled as she shuffled across the soft grass beside the mound of rocks. She breathed in the rich, spicy fragrance of myrtle growing across the field. Grass wavered in the breeze as the setting sun whisked ribbons of orange, purple and gold across the evening sky.
A sandy-haired man strutted down the narrow, paved road, one arm wrapped around his bagpipes, the mouthpiece stuffed between his full lips. With his fingers tapping the holes, he played a warm, joyful tune, infusing the air with energy.
Goose bumps broke out on her tingling arms as she drew nearer the stranger. Her gaze fell on the muscular legs beneath his Hayes kilt, a red and green tartan with thin white lines. She swept her gaze to his broad chest, which filled out his black tailored shirt. She appreciated the manly touch of the light bit of fuzz dusting his strong jaw, above his lip and on his firm chin.
The wind stirred and threw his kilt up, exposing a thick bulge. Even flaccid, it appeared long and impressive. She came to a stop and gazed transfixed at his bare cock before the breeze released its hold and dropped the kilt over it.
Her hunt for a man had come to an end already. She just needed to move in and capture her prey. She smoothed the silk skirt of the green dress draping her slender body. She knew the tune he played, singing out as she stepped close to the road. “Heel for heel and toe for toe, arm in arm and row in row, all for Marie’s wedding.” She stood in front of him now.
The music stopped. He gaped at her, his mouth wide open.
“Hello.” She forgot mortals were startled when people suddenly appeared before them. She made a mental note to remember that. As she gazed into his gleaming brown eyes, she felt the heat from them on her fey flesh.
His thick brows arched. “I didn’t see you there.”
He may not have seen her, but she saw him. Her attraction to him was so strong, she couldn’t look away. “I turned from my path when I heard the music and came to watch you play.”
He held his bagpipes with one hand and scratched his head with the other. “There’s just this road and the pasture.”
As she leaned her head back, her long red hair swayed across her back. “If you know how to look for them, you’ll find old paths all over the Highlands leading to places you wouldn’t believe.”
His gaze slid to her breasts, then he turned away, as if embarrassed. “I’m Cameron. I am coming from a wedding I played at.” He slapped his bagpipes.
The humans did that, they married. Fell in love with someone who felt the same for them until they both died, then found each other again in their next life.