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Contemporary Paranormal/Mystery set in Scotland.
The Magic of the Loch
(Shapeshifter/mystery/paranormal/Contemporary)
Michaela Grant travels to Scotland for a holiday, knowing this vacation is her last. A medical condition threatens her life and any chance of a future—until she meets Alan MacLachlin, a man forced to exist between two worlds.
Alan is the legendary Loch Ness Monster. Once every fifty years he returns to human form in search of his soul mate, the one woman who can break his curse. He believes he has found forever with Michaela, but to claim it he must figure out how to save her life.
Michaela and Alan vow to take what time has to offer, but another threat looms. A sinister shape shifter with a vendetta against Alan is making Loch Ness his personal hunting ground. Now he’s threatening Michaela. Alan must discover who the shifter is and stop him before it’s too late.
"A tale of curses, folklore and revenge, Magic of the Loch is wonderful story for paranormal romance readers. Ms. Nutt has created a sweet romance spun from a legend and delivered a suspenseful story as well."
USA Today Bestselling Author
Catherine Bybee
Excerpt:
His touch felt so good, warm and gentle for such a large man. She found herself leaning into his palm. Kiss me. The thought whispered in her mind, but he somehow knew what she craved.
He took her mug from her hand and placed it on the table next to his as he leaned forward, his lips hovering over hers.
“Just a taste. Aye?” His seductive whisper stroked over her mouth with the effect of a soft kiss. His hand slipped to the nape of her neck, drawing her closer as he deepened the caress.
Heat spread through her, warming her from the inside out. He tasted of the sea, whiskey and sweet temptation. The more she indulged, the more she wanted. The thick beat of awareness ran through her blood, making her heart beat faster. Her hands cupped his face. His five o’clock shadow barely prickled her palm.
The kiss ended if only to take a breath, but he didn’t move away. His lips still hovered near hers as if to reclaim them again.
“I knew you’d be a good kisser.” Her voice a hoarse whisper, laced her words like an invitation for more.
His lips slid into a seductive curve. “Did ye now?”
She nodded her head, still a little breathless.
“This was a mistake, ye know.”
“It was?” She tried to move away, but he held her still.
“Shush. I only meant it was a mistake on my part to indulge with a promise of only one taste. I want so much more.” His mouth covered hers again, taking her under his spell.