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568 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 3, 2015
His eyes are deep, intense pools that pull me in. They welcome me to drown in them, tell me I might even enjoy it. I’m such a fucking goner. I was from day one.
I feel like it all belongs to me. It’s a startling thought, the idea that she could. It’s not just that it feels like she’s mine. It’s the idea that maybe, in another world, in another life, she could be.
“In the light of day, I can see all your cracks and your darkness and your flaws and I fall in love with it all. And I hope you can fall in love with everything that I am, all that lurks in my dark, all that shines in my light. I want you to love every little piece of me, because it all belongs to you.”
“The risks of love are always worth it.”

“Why the hell did I have to meet this beast, this superman, who blows my mind in the bedroom, mows down rugby players for a living, rescues helpless animals, looks like a fucking god, and just happens to cook, just before he has to leave?
I clear my throat, trying to act cool. “So, am I your girlfriend or what?”
He grins at me. “You’re my girlfriend. My girl. My woman. And I’m all yours.”
“My man,” I say, kissing the stubble on his cheek. “My beast.” I pause. “My sex slave.”
“Bloody right I am,” he says before kissing me so deeply that it steals my breath away.
“Just say the words, please. Tell me that you want to stay, that you’ll try and I promise you, I promise you, I will make it work out.”


My name coming from his mouth sounds
like some kind of Gaelic dessert. Naturally
that thought puts an image of him spreading
me open on the table and eating
me like a dessert.

I'm stunned by the sight of him.
No, floored. My knees actually feel weak,
and I dig my heels down into the
grass to try and keep upright.
"We should get coffee this week. If you want, that is."
"Coffee would be great," I say. Dick would be better, though.
I'll be the one if you want me to
Anywhere I would've followed you .. ►♫
I will never, ever run from you, Lachlan.
I'll only run toward you. Always.
"I'll never think you're anything other than beautiful."
"You know how to say all the right things," I tell him.
"Because I'm with the right girl," he says against my skin.

I'm losing myself in you. Every day.
And it's the most wonderful, terrifying feeling
in the world. If I'm being completely honest
here, you're starting to drive me a bit
mad in my affections for you.












"Lovestruck? Please.
This is me you're talking about.
Kayla Moore. Maneater extraordinaire."























What happens when she has to come back home without him?
, their relationship slowly builds up as it moves to the romantic, charming, historic and atmospheric city of Edinburgh,
where it culminates to them finding a deep and emotional love for each other.


“Why the hell did I have to meet this beast, this superman, who blows my mind in the bedroom, mows down rugby players for a living, rescues helpless animals, looks like a f*cking god, and happens to cook, just before he has to leave?”
“…my bed feels empty. Like it’s missing someone. And not someone who leaves in the middle of the night or the next morning. Someone who will stay.”
“I can’t stop staring… even though I manage to glide my fingers over my mouth to make sure I’m not actually drooling. He’s probably the most stunning man I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I immediately want to rub myself all over his face. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.”
“My past belongs to me and no one else.”
“You’re leaving on Sunday,” I tell him. “That’s less than a week.”
“So?” he says. “What does that have to do with anything?”
I cock my head. “It means…well, what can happen between now and then?”
“I can f*ck your brains out,” he says gruffly. “That’s what can happen.”
“Everything she offers up is so beautiful, but it’s never enough. I don’t just want to touch her and be with her, I want to fuse with her. I want to sink inside her so deeply that she’ll feel bereft without me there.”
“I love a broken, damaged man who might run the both of us into the ground.”
“I’m so in love with you,” he whispers, the roughness of his cheek pressed against mine. “So in love. There is no bottom. I just keep falling.”

I swear, I’m not afraid of love. There’s just no one out there for me and I’ve made peace with that. If you can’t find a man to share your heart with, well…share your vagina with him instead.
“I’m going to kiss you,” he says.
Oh Jesus, is this happening? I’m not going to survive this.
“Please tell me you’re not joking,” I whisper.
There was nothing I could do.
She’s a riptide.
I’m just a man without oars.
“Tell me what you want, love,” I tell her, my voice rough with lust. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give you what I have.”
“Don’t stop,” I hiss as he plunges back inside, deeper this time, coaxing another unrestrained noise out of my throat. “Don’t you ever stop fucking me.”
“Jesus,” he swears, gravelly and low. “I’ll bury myself in you, if you let me.”
“I want you,” he says with a gruff tenderness. “I want more of you. And I don’t care how I get it.”
I search his eyes, greener now than they have ever been. They’re bright and burning and I know he wants me. I can feel it in my bones, and the thrill is like a million bombs going off at once. How did this even happen? I’m absolutely spellbound by him.
I clear my throat, but even so my words are quiet. “You have me.”
“Who am I?” I ask softly, heart pleading. “Who am I to you?”
She turns to face me… “You’re Lachlan McGregor. And you’re mine.”
“I will never, ever run from you, Lachlan. I’ll only run toward you. Always.”
“You’re my beautiful world. And I’m whatever you want me to be, just as long as you know that I have never, ever felt this way about someone in my entire life” … “I’m losing myself in you. Every day. And it’s the most wonderful, terrifying feeling in the world.”
“I can see all your cracks and your darkness and your flaws and I fall in love with it all. And I hope you can fall in love with everything that I am, all that lurks in my dark, all that shines in my light. I want you to love every little piece of me, because it all belongs to you.”















He leans forward and kisses me softly on the lips.
"See you soon, love."
Fucking. Swoon.
Bram, Linden, and Lachlan McGregor.
The Scottish trifecta of hot guys.

THE PLAY was such an amazingly beautiful and touching erotic romance - you'll soooo want your own Lachlan after reading it!! (Or your own Kayla of course, if you swing that way ☺)




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”I, Kayla Moore, am a lonely, lonely girl.”
”Maybe this is just all lust wrapped up in a very sexy, soulful tatted bow.”