Six Sentence Sunday

Welcome back! Elena has had a busy few weeks. She flew to Scotland and met the arrogant, sexy Scot, Faolan MacGailtry on the plane, and then was kidnapped by him an hour later. Insisting he was there to protect not hurt her, Faolan delivers Elena to her destination then kisses her senseless before disappearing into the night. A week later, Elena is attacked by four men, who make their plan to rape her very clear. Although she fought valiantly, her head slams into the side of her SUV and she loses consciousness, leaving her at the mercy of her attackers. The scene picks up with her alone in her room, wearing nothing but a bathrobe and no memory of how she got there or of who undressed her. As sound of footsteps approach...


The Six
There was nowhere to hide; they’d find her easily if she tried to escape through the window. She grabbed the fireplace poker and stood behind the door, ready to bring it down on whichever of them came in first. Heart pounding erratically in her chest, she stared in horrified fascination at the doorknob as it turned and the door slowly opened.

“Elena?”
 
She’d never expected to hear that unforgettable voice anywhere again, but especially not in her own bedroom--she stepped out from behind the door, but she didn’t drop the poker. “What the hell are you doing here?” 
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Six Sentence Sunday

Elena is relieved to get clear of Faolan MacGailtry, the darkly dangerous man she met on the plane to Edinburgh. Then he forces his way into her car at the rental lot and orders her to drive. He claims someone was trying to kill her and he was just keeping her safe. She is relieved when they do, in fact, pull up in front of her hotel. What happens next is a surprise to them both.

The Six
He groaned, and Elena felt the heady power of a woman who knows she’s desired-- she was being devoured and had no will to stop him. His kisses claimed her, and she wanted him to keep kissing her until her last breath.

Breathing heavily, he pulled back slightly and nibbled on Elena’s lower lip before running kisses along her jaw to her neck. With his face buried in her hair, he whispered her name once more, “Elena.”

Then he pulled away from the embrace, opened the door, and walked away without a backward glance. Faolan disappeared into the mist as though he were nothing more than a figment of her imagination.




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