Web Blog of Connie Vines, author or multi-genre fiction. Awards: H.O.L.T. Medallion (Honoring Outstanding Literary Talent), Orange Rose, Award of Excellence--Contemporary Romance; Independent eBook Award, Dream Realm Award. National Book Award and Frankfurt Book Award, nominee--YA Historical Fiction. Blog includes guest bloggers and snippets of WIP.
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became apparent that most of those left behind were going to sleep in this
hall. Most of the children already slept, huddled together in one corner like a
litter of puppies. It seemed they were just left to run wild until they
collapsed with tiredness. One of the women handed Liz a grubby sheepskin. She
stared down at it, and didn't know whether to toss it on the floor, or the
took about half an hour for them all to finish seeing to their needs. Then,
with a lot of shuffling, snorting and friendly pushing and shoving they settled
down. Some couples began to make wild noises which could not be construed as
anything other than lovemaking. Liz fidgeted. They sure didn't have any inhibitions.
guess we may as well make ourselves comfortable near the fire," she
suggested, feeling as awkward as a gauche girl. She'd spread the rug to one
side of the fireplace where no one else had settled and there was a moment's
silence as she and Andrew looked at their makeshift bed. He must have also been
doing his best to ignore the muffled giggles, panting and unrestrained sounds
of pleasure coming from various spots around the hall.
we go into the tower and see if anything happens?" Andrew knew his voice
came out thick and awkward. Her face was scarlet. With embarrassment, he
guessed, not because of the heat thrown by the fire. His head felt as if it was
stuffed with cotton wool. "I think you were right, Parker, I shouldn't
have had that second cup of booze. It was potent. Well, what do you think? Shall
we give it a try?" He gestured to the stairs, endeavouring to act as if
they both didn't know that quite a few of the couples spread about the hall
were engaged in hot sex. Good God! What a way to live.
you like." She coughed again. Poor Liz. She didn't know where to look.
"But I have a feeling that nothing will happen without the badge and
going to give it a try. You can wait here if you like. But I'm not going to sit
about without giving it a go."
didn't fancy going into the darkness of the tower. But the thought of sharing
that rug with Andrew was just as daunting. "No way. I'm sticking to you
like the proverbial glue. Supposing you did get whisked back, and I'm left here
well, you'd have the admirable Travis. He seems quite taken with you. He
couldn't seem to drag his eyes off you. And his hands kept wandering to your
hair." There was a touch of acid in his tone. Liz glanced sideways at him,
but his expression gave nothing away.
they did. But if you're going anywhere, I'm going with you."
one made any attempt to stop them ascending the steps. Liz couldn't stop
shaking as they peered into the dark tower room. It wasn't quite as pitch black
now the door was open. The flares in sconces high on the walls of the hall had
all been extinguished, but the fire still sent out a bright glow. "Wedge
something in the gap please, Andrew," she said, knowing she sounded weak
and feeble. "We don't want the door to slam on us."
he went down and came back with one of the heavy stools which he propped in the
doorway, ignoring the heads lifting from the sparse beds scattered about the
hall, and the curious eyes following his every movement.
ensured the heavy door was securely fixed ajar, then said, "Right. Hang
onto the waistband of the kilt. I'll need both hands free to feel my way around
didn't need any prompting. She clung, feeling more confident as the warmth from
his body surrounded her. She tried to stifle a laugh, but couldn't. This
situation was ridiculous.
you find it amusing. You have a strange sense of humor, Parker." Privately
he was glad she could find something to laugh about. He certainly couldn't see
anything amusing about this whole escapade.
just think it's odd, don't you? The pair of us shuffling about in this dank
dark place like a pair of wombats. Perhaps I'm getting hysterical, and need a
good laugh to ease the tension. Do you think we'll ever return?" Her
laughter died, and Andrew heard the note of real fear in her voice. For a
moment he was tempted to take her in his arms and convince her everything would
be all right, that she had nothing to be afraid of. But how could he? The
situation seemed hopeless. He was feeling very scared. Not that he would admit
it to her.
Blurb for The Laird:
Andrew, a wealthy
Australian architect, takes life too seriously, whereas his PA Elizabeth is
outgoing and fun-loving; a perfect foil for her somber boss. She is passionate
about Celtic lore and language. With great reluctance Andrew answers a plea
from his two elderly aunts to travel to Scotland before his uncle dies. He has
no desire to visit the land his father left under a cloud many years ago, but
Liz persuades him to take her along.
In the draughty and dilapidated castle, while exploring a disused attic, the
pair set off a course of events that propel them back in time to 1050 where
they meet Travis, coincidentally Andrew's double.