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    Love in the Mist
    Love in the Mist
    Love in the Mist
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    Love in the Mist

    By S.R. Roddy

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    Dreams are said to be our subconscious thoughts and desires. What then does it mean to dream of someone from another time? Tasha questioned her own sanity, who falls in love in a dream? Then one fate filled night a mysterious man steps out of the mist boldly walking into her world. Will she be brave enough to follow the path fate has set her on or falter at the threshold?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherS.R. Roddy
    Release dateDec 10, 2012
    ISBN9781301693153
    Love in the Mist
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    S.R. Roddy

    Married with five children, three cats and one very large dog she lives happily in a small town north of Austin, Tx. She is an ordinary housewife who spends most of her day homeschooling her four teenage children. From a young age she discovered a deep love for books that has encouraged her vivid imagination and touched her romantic spirit. With the help and support of her family she spends her spare time writing with the desire to share her creativity with other avid readers like herself.

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    Love in the Mist - S.R. Roddy

    Love in the Mist

    By S.R. Roddy

    Smashwords Edition

    Text Copyright 2012 S.R. Roddy

    All Rights Reserved

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    This book contains explicit sexual content and is intended for mature audiences only. It contains scenes that may be offensive to some readers.

    Chapter 1

    He faced his opponent, two-handed sword at the ready. A sense of anticipation clung to those around him, all waited with baited breath to see who would draw first blood. Black curls blew in the wind, a leather strap all that kept it from his face. The men circled each other waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

    Tasha longed to see the glint of excitement in his eyes, but feared discovery. Forced to maintain a distance, her information was limited. Discerning small details was difficult, but she was unwilling to chance moving closer. Despite her, every belief that this was a dream and no one could see her, the realism of it all left a niggling doubt in the back of her mind. It was enough for her to question the safety involved in being too close to the others.

    She exhaled with a loud whoosh. Magnificent! Her vantage point in the trees allowed for an unobstructed view above the crowds. Bare to the waist, his chest muscles, glistened, in the early morning sun. Her panting breaths, a visible indication of her body’s reaction to his.

    Broad shoulders, burly forearms, well-formed pectorals and washboard abs that rippled with each thrust of his sword. God was she drooling? She couldn’t see it from this distance, but she knew from previous encounters, there was a light dusting of dark hair that covered his chest. It tapered off to form what her best friend liked to call, ‘a trail to paradise’ which disappeared inside his plaid. His waist narrowed forming trim hips that his kilt hung loosely on, held in place by a large leather belt. With every movement he made, she couldn’t help the slight inhalation of breath… waiting to see if the kilt fell to the ground, exposing the rest of his glorious body to her hungry eyes.

    His kilt was a masterpiece, woven in several shades of blue with a thin red stripe that she would recognize anywhere. Its similarities to the arisaid that she possessed were difficult to ignore. The thick material, a heirloom gifted to Tasha at her great grandmother’s request. Grandmère believed it was a symbol of the proud heritage she descended from. Now it sat in a trunk, deep in her closet along with other clothes from eras past.

    Tasha imagined hearing her grandmère’s voice as she explained its use. An arisaid is a plaid for females, although it’s worn more like a cloak than a skirt. It’s the pride of every woman to wear the colors of her clan.

    Yeah, go figure, the men wore a skirt, yet the women wore a cloak. Can you say ass backwards anyone? Tasha loved the vibrant colors of the material. She had no idea what the actual shades were, but the dominant dyes resembled cobalt and midnight blue.

    Her gaze was drawn once more to the man in the distance. He was a MacKay to his very bones, there was no doubt. This place she dreamt of so vividly was some sort of ancient MacKay stronghold. Her knowledge of such a location, or this man disturbed her. The confusion she felt each time she awoke, memories of this site lingering in her thoughts, overwhelmed her. How could she know so many details about a place she’d never visited?

    Her eyes wandered to the faded tower. The discoloration of the bricks told a story without saying a word. That was the original tower, a starting point for this fortress. The second tower was newer, the bricks barely touched by the sun beating down on it. They both sat at the top of a hill overlooking the valley, a silent sentinel against any who might invade the area.

    At some point in history, an ancestor decided to unite the two towers by building a wall, three stories high. The wall connected both towers, to form one impenetrable structure. The only windows existed on the third floor.

    History had been a hobby of Tasha’s for years. She knew during earlier times, a royal decree was required to fortify any castle, manse, or stronghold. It was her opinion that the kings of the time just liked having that extra control over their subjects. A little greed, probably played a part in it, as well. She was sure they managed to finagle money out of those who wished to have their people protected with walls.

    The clang of metal against metal floated through the air as she continued

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