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    Highland Moon #1 (BBW Scottish Werewolf Shifter Romance)
    Highland Moon #1 (BBW Scottish Werewolf Shifter Romance)
    Highland Moon #1 (BBW Scottish Werewolf Shifter Romance)
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    Highland Moon #1 (BBW Scottish Werewolf Shifter Romance)

    By Mac Flynn

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    Life is short in the old village where Muira, a young girl blossoming into womanhood, has spent all her days, but her life is about to begin when she begins her new position as servant to Castle Campbell. The old laird and the old castle are cold compared to her home with her mother and brother, but the innocent girl will learn the pleasures of womanhood when she stumbles on a dark secret. The secret consumes her and leaves her breathless for more of what she knows is sinful, but nobody told her sin would feel so good.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCrescent Moon Studios, Inc.
    Release dateJul 7, 2017
    ISBN9788826464060
    Highland Moon #1 (BBW Scottish Werewolf Shifter Romance)
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    Mac Flynn

    A seductress of sensual words and a lover of paranormal plots, Flynn enjoys writing thrilling paranormal stories filled with naughty fun and hilarious hijinks. She is the author of numerous paranormal series that weave suspense, adventure and a good joke into a one-of-a-kind experience that readers are guaranteed to enjoy. From long adventure novels to tasty little short-story treats, there's a size and adventure for everyone.Want to know when her next series comes out? Join The Flynn newsletter and be the first to know! macflynn.com/newsletter/Also check out her website at macflynn.com for listings and excerpts of all of her books!

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      Highland Moon #1 (BBW Scottish Werewolf Shifter Romance) - Mac Flynn

      Highland Moon #1

      BBW Scottish Werewolf Shifter Romance

      Mac Flynn

      Copyright © 2019 by Mac Flynn

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      Contents

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      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

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      1

      He was a monster. My upbringing had taught me that such creatures should not suffer to live, and yet I loved him and lusted for him.

      Muira? Muira, where are you? I heard a voice call.

      I sighed and set down on the ground the small flower that was in my hand. There were hundreds like it around me for I sat in the midst of a thick patch of heather. The plants were a colorful sea of fragrance that wrapped around me and comforted me like a soft blanket.

      Muira! came the voice.

      Coming, Mother! I called back.

      I stood and hurried down the steep hill to the small stone house at the edge of the village. A meager garden stood behind the stone walls that surrounded it, and there was a strong thatch roof atop its sturdy frame. A curl of gray smoke rose from the chimney and into the gray sky over the large village where I had been born and raised. There were dozens of similar cottages placed on terraces with a few larger ones nestled among them and along the road. A single road meandered between them, but there were countless paths to the outhouses, wells, and the far-flung fields of the hilly valley in which we all resided.

      The village as a whole sat atop a large plateau over the green fields of the valley. The mountains above us were rocky and barren but for a few patches of grass, but the fields below were thick with the promise of a good harvest of wheat. Even as I stood there I beheld the small figures of people as they swept across the fields to gather the food before the autumn rains and frost ruined the year’s crop.

      Beyond the fields towered more tall mountains, and the opposite side of the valley still held its spots of wilderness. Thick forests of ancient trees climbed the gentle slopes and abutted the fields. The only break in the trees came from a spring that meandered down the mountain and cut through the thick forest on its way to the opposite end of the valley.

      The only residences of any great consequence were the large church, and the grand stone castle a half mile from the village and up the steep, grassy slope. The church had a tall, peeked roof of thatch, and a simple bell that rang and summoned us to mass. Each family attended and sat upon the thick, uncomfortable wooden benches, and the good father read us our fill of brimstone and fire. My family attended frequently, as did the others in the village, and our souls were thought to be safe from the devil’s influence.

      How wrong I was, and how closely was the sudden change to involve the castle and its inhabitants. The Laird of the castle, Laird Kynan Campbell, owned the village, the stone houses, and all the green, rocky fields. Shepherds tended his many flocks and farmers grew and harvested his crops. We paid him a tax to live on his land and be under his protection.

      The lands of the Laird Campbell sat on one of the larger roads from England to my home of Scotland. The inn

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