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About the author:
Michelle is an author, college professor, reader, and mom of five. Reading and writing have always been an integral part of her life.
What inspired you to write your book?
I've always had a passion for medieval romance, historical fiction, and Highlanders!
Here is a short sample from the book:
A hand placed the soap on a small stool near the tub, but the flash of plaid was not Bonnie’s dress. Elayne squeaked and tried to pull as much of herself under the water as possible.
“My Laird! What are ye doing here? I’m indecent!”
Declan’s eyes roved over what he could see above the water and wanted to see below. That small smile tugged at his lips, and Elayne found herself once again smirking back in spite of her state of undress. His behavior was improper, but as he gazed at her, the intensity in his eyes bore into her. She found herself not caring about impropriety. His desire for her showed plainly on his face, and tremors of excitement coursed through her.
“I dinna think ye are indecent,” he said softly. He stepped around directly in front of her and pulled the stool closer to the bath. “I think ye are beautiful. More beautiful than I anticipated.”
He tugged his own grimy shirt over his head, exposing his firm, lightly furred chest, and tossing it to the side. He lifted the soap and sat on the stool at the foot of the bath. She watched him like a hawk, waiting to see his intentions, when he reached beneath the water and grasped her foot. Pulling it from the water, he began to rub the sole with his thumb, soap frothing between her toes. Elayne gasped sharply, then groaned in pleasure and relief.
“We are unwed, yet here ye are, in my bath, touching me. One would question your intentions, Declan.”
“Aye, I’ll nay lie, what I am thinking is nay honorable at all. Ye can rest assured, this is the most we will expose to each other for now.”