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Blayne Cooper has also written under the pen name Advocate. With each novel she tackles a new personal writi Blayne Cooper has also written under the pen name Advocate. With each novel she tackles a new personal writing challenge. The result is a diverse collection of lesbian fiction. Blayne has held a number of interesting, and sometimes rather unusual jobs sunflower sexer , and completed a stint as a Combat Medic in the Army National Guard. Today, she is a project manager for a legal publishing company by day, and writer by night. The next year she married and in she graduated from the University of Oklahoma College of Law and was admitted into the Oklahoma Bar Association.
That same summer, her spirited daughter was born. A gregarious son completed the family in She easily ranks her children as her greatest accomplishment. Some Scottish words and phrases are contained within. The giving just never ends with me, does it? It involves two women. Everyone else is welcome to pull up a chair and enjoy. This story is intended for an adult audience only. So how bad can it really be?
English, in case you were wondering. Oh, yeah, there are some naughty words sprinkled throughout the story to assure my quick entrance to hell should the sexual content fail to do the trick. TN and Stephanie, your feedback helped make this a better story. Finally, Nene Adams lent a much appreciated helping hand with some historical information. To the most underrated and awesome holiday of them all: The one, lonely day each year when the line between the living and the dead blurs, when ghouls and goblins lurk in shadowy hiding places, just waiting for you to walk by, and when the chill that runs down your spine just might be more than the autumn breeze.
Do I really need to say more? No one in Scotland can escape from the past. It is everywhere, haunting like a ghost. O livia Hazelwood jumped down from the bus steps and was immediately greeted by a blast of cool fresh air. Liv stepped away from the parked vehicle to allow the other passengers to move past her. Each one was sticking their hands in their pockets for warmth as they waited for the driver to make his way around to the side of the bus and open the luggage bin. A pair of warm hands landed on her shoulders, and Liv spoke without turning around, identifying their owner through touch alone as her eyes sought out their bags.
Liv glanced at her watch. Though I feel incredibly grungy and disgusting and might offend your client. Liv smiled and reached up to squeeze the long fingers still resting on her shoulder. She was about to say more, when the driver carelessly tossed their bags on the ground in front of them. I have a camera in there. The driver grumbled something obscene about yank tourists as he slammed shut the luggage bin and began marching up the street, intent on having his early morning cup of coffee in peace. She grabbed both bags and handed the smaller one to Liv.
Wordlessly, both women unzipped their bags and pulled out sweatshirts and tugged them over their heads. Liv shook her head. Despite spending the entire day before on a plane and all last night on the bus, her companion was in an excellent mood. To anyone else Kayla would have appeared her normal, reticent self. But in a very short time, Liv had grown quite adept at reading her tall lover.
Liv bit her lip and nodded. Working with Kayla researching the paranormal had sounded a lot less daunting when she was back home in the States and not about to face ghosts or spooks or whatever it was they could find. And in my truck. She lowered her voice. That almost always gives me a cold. I had a two Snickers on the bus at 2: She could see a busker standing on the street corner far ahead of them, his bagpipes wailing out into the cool morning air.
They were at the gates of Edinburgh Castle at the very top of a downward-slanting street called the Royal Mile, home to dozens of pubs, historical buildings, and colorful shops selling tartans, pure butter shortbread, and souvenirs to eager tourists. She closed her eyes.
Just then, a woman in a green silk dress and heels walked out of the restaurant on the arm of a man in a tailored blue suit. Liv pressed her nose to her sweatshirt. It smelled like stale cigarettes and the faintest hint of detergent. Liv was going to have to trust that Kayla knew what was acceptable within her own circles. Especially since she herself had spent the last two years in the Peace Corps in Africa, wearing jeans, t-shirts, and boots nearly everyday.
Kayla smiled reassuringly and without hesitation bent down and kissed Liv gently on the mouth. I have one-hundred percent faith in you," she pulled back and Liv caught sight of twinkling eyes, "with or without clothing. For a moment she was tongue-tied, and she simply looked up at Kayla, her emotions showing clearly on her face. Ooo, I did something right.
Or else I probably would have been too chicken-shit to do it at all. Kayla pulled open the massive wooden door and gave a handsome young man dressed in a tuxedo jacket, bow tie, and kilt, her name. The man smiled at Kayla, then his brows drew together when he realized Liv was with her. He looked down at the clipboard he was carrying. Liv began to fidget as she watched the host and Kayla engage in a quiet discussion about something. After a moment, the man smiled and motioned Liv to join them. They were led through a small hallway to a courtyard that was hidden from the street.
A long, steep, stone staircase later and they were in a large, well-lit room called The Secret Garden. Please, make me rough it some more. Kayla laughed and shook her head, shifting a shock of dark hair over her shoulder.
The room was magnificent, looking like an urn-filled terrace. Flowers were everywhere, their heady scent perfuming the air and mingling with the aroma of fresh-baked bread. The ceiling was painted with images from the tarot and included a happy, very chubby cherub playing the bagpipes. They were seated in a corner of the room and given a wine list to examine while they waited for the rest of their party. Kayla looked at the list and frowned. Liv shrugged lightly, relieved that no one seemed to care what they were wearing and pleased that she had a moment alone with Kayla before their meeting began.
Her hand shot up and she gave a wave. Liv turned around to see a very striking woman animatedly speaking with a rail-thin man, who was nearly bald, except for a longish chunk of silver hair that was combed over the top of his head in a ridiculous attempt to hide its shiny surface. He walked with a cane. She felt a pang of jealousy that she knew was irrational. Not nice, she chided herself. The dark-haired woman stood up to greet their tablemates.
She towered over both of them. Her hair was long and a glossy black, pulled back in a gold clasp that rested at the base of her neck. Her skin was as flawless as fine porcelain. Glen raised an inquiring eyebrow at Liv but quickly dismissed her and focused on Kayla, who she pulled into a quick hug. Baggy sweatshirt or no, Kayla was a beautiful woman. Grudgingly, however, she admitted that that was probably not a very mature response.
Maybe later she could just trip her on the way out instead. The man smiled engagingly as he pumped her hand. His hair shook along with his body and he reached up and lifted his hair back into place. I wanted the best," he puffed up his narrow chest a little, "and here you are, just as Ms. He looked at Liv who was now on her feet alongside Kayla and waiting patiently. Kayla mentally kicked herself for her lack of manners. No wonder I pay Glen to take care of this part of the business. It was almost enough to make Liv forgive Kayla for not telling her she and Glen had been involved romantically.
Liv slowly turned to Kayla and glared. You are so dead, Ghostbuster. Robert Keith immediately slumped into his chair with a sigh of relief. He propped his cane against the wall behind him. Glen and Kayla remained standing. It was wholly by accident that the women had discovered that Liv too had heightened telepathic skills.
And for whatever reason, each woman brought out these talents in the other. A small part of Liv wondered how much that had to do with the bone-deep, almost innate, attraction they had for each other. She regarded Kayla carefully; the sculpted planes of her face, the sensuous curve of red lips, the penetrating intelligence that shone so clearly in those pale blue eyes. No, she thought a little dreamily. She would have had my heart in any case. A long moment passed while Mr.
Keith busied himself with the wine list and menu, then Kayla and Glen took their seats and the Scotsman launched into a detailed diatribe. Their first course was nearly over when Kayla quietly put down her fork, looked Mr. Keith in the eye, and asked, "Are you on any medication? Of course we believe you. Liv went a little pale at the thought of Mr. Keith going into more detail about what had supposedly happened in his house. She subtly pushed away her plate of sweet potato and apple gallette and reached for her water. Her eyes flashed another warning to Kayla while her voice remained as smooth as silk.
Redding," Robert broke in, willing to do whatever it took to convince her. Glen appeared content to acquire her calories in the form of a very expensive bottle of wine courtesy of their new client. When the wait staff retreated, Mr. Keith leaned towards Kayla and with a deadly serious expression said, "I know what I saw. And now, thanks to my blabbermouth cook, so do the papers. Though, to her annoyance, Mr. Keith seemed intent on addressing both Liv and Kayla when he spoke. Robert shook his head emphatically. I intend to open my home as an inn next month. The damage is already done.
Her daughter, the uppity thing, said for me to post them to her! Keith, they were the only other people who lived in the house. Keith huffed, before taking another bite. I specifically requested you over several other paranormal researchers that Ms. People will believe what you say. Kayla all but sneered at her new employer. And why was Glen interviewing the residents of Mr. Keith, unable to sit quietly by for another second. And my home has been host to its share of minor hauntings over the years. As is the case with nearly any self-respecting, authentic structure in Old Town.
Liv let out a shaky breath, saying a quick mental thank you. She loves her job. Keith tore off a piece of bread from a loaf that sat in the center of the table and used the chunk to sop up the juices and blood from his steak tartare. He popped the sodden treat into his mouth. Liv looked down at her food to block out the vile image. Her fork was nearly to her lips when Mr. Her stomach churned and she nodded her agreement, officially giving up on lunch. But nothing evil and certainly nothing that could be physically dangerous.
Glen had some serious explaining to do. She was about to say as much when Mr.
Keith added, "Scary sells. And what I saw was clearly the work of something terribly wicked. Liv and Kayla sat silently in the back seat of the taxi that sped its way down Portobello High Street. Portobello, which was only a few miles from the heart of Edinburgh, dated back to the eighteenth century and was a popular seaside resort. By the early part of the nineteenth century, however, it had been annexed by Edinburgh and was now considered a sleepy hamlet of the city. A bit rundown, it still had its own brand of charm. Liv reached up with one hand and rubbed her temple, pressing against the throbbing pain that had developed there.
The women collected their bags from the front seat and began walking downhill along a short road that dead-ended at the beach. The temperature had dropped throughout the day, and a cold wind was blowing in from the gray sea, which was visible several hundred yards away. The sun was gone and a blanket of heavy, dark clouds had settled so low to the ground that Kayla imagined she could feel their weight on her shoulders. Liv adjusted her bag over her shoulder and stuffed her hands into her pockets for warmth. She could taste the salt of the ocean on the back of her tongue.
I should have thought to bring one. Liv let out an explosive breath and reluctantly stopped. A gust of wind sent her shoulder-length hair into disarray and Kayla found herself wanting to reach out and smooth down fair bangs. She shifted her bag higher on her shoulder and, cocking her head slightly to the side, looked Kayla dead in the eye.
That was easier than she expected.
Liv silently walked around Kayla and headed down the street, checking the address plates mounted on each of the old Victorian houses as she moved past them. She jogged until she had caught up with Liv and was padding alongside her. Kayla threw her hands in the air, her own frustration boiling over. And it would have been nice to know I was having lunch with one of your old lovers.
Like some sort of unimportant afterthought. Her headache was getting worse, and she was overtired and hungry. She slung it over her own shoulder where her bag was resting and gestured towards the pale yellow, three-story home just to their right.
Kayla nodded quickly, eager to grab onto anything positive. The owners are really great too. Not five minutes later, after a short but warm greeting by the owners, Kayla was turning the key to their room. They were on the second floor and she had specifically asked for the room whose large window faced the beach. Liv sat down on the bed and opened the box of candy, releasing the delightful scent of chocolate into the air.
She all but swooned. Then she brought the fragrant bloom to her nose and sniffed appreciatively. Liv had excused herself to go to the ladies room near the end of their meal. When she returned to their table, Mr. Keith and Glen were already gone and Kayla was just hanging up her cell phone.
The look on her face reminded Liv very much of a painfully shy adolescent. The simple truth is that she never even crossed my mind. It, along with my heart, has been otherwise engaged. And this is really only our second argument.
Echoes From The Mist has ratings and 8 reviews. In this sequel to Cobb Island, paranormal researchers Kayla Redding and Olivia Hazelwood begin their . Echoes in the Mist has ratings and 29 reviews. Ivy said: Well, if you're the H in this novel, you bide your time and plan your revenge, while relax.
She hadn't really known Kayla then. I find that hard to believe, considering how tired I am. Wordlessly, the women undressed each other, trading kisses and tender touches that spoke more of love than passion and tasted faintly of rich milk chocolate. The covers were pulled down and they slid beneath the cool sheets. A peaceful sleep stole over them while two mysteries, begging to be explored, waited for them across the misty streets of Edinburgh.
Sunlight was streaming through the window, painting yellow-gold stripes across the comforter tucked neatly around her and Liv. I guess we were beat.