A Wolf in Wolf's Clothing
Book 3, Sisters of Colford Hall
From Montlake Romance - Amazon Publishing
Book 3, Sisters of Colford Hall
From Montlake Romance - Amazon Publishing
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A Wolf in Wolf's Clothing is a story brimming with love, desire and conflict that makes the reader long for more. This is the first story of Ms. Macgillivray that I've read and I highly recommend it to readers who enjoy stories that have witty dialogue, intelligent characters, and sensuous passion filled with fairy tale-like magic. ---- The Romance Studio
So what would you do if you were being stalked by a Big Bad Wolf -- the two legged variety?
Excerpt from A Wolf In Wolf's Clothing (Book 3 of the Sisters of Colford Hall)
As the small knoll materialized in the ghostly
fog, he cut the wheel, switched off the engine and allowed the car to coast
across the lawn to halt under an oak tree. The slight roll in the
landscape saw the mound overlooking the thatched house, nestled into the odd
crook in the land.
“My, what a perfect location for tonight’s bit
of work,” he said, his low voice loud in the stillness of the night. “All
the better to spy upon you, Little Red Riding Hood.”
Pocketing his keys, he opened the car’s gull wing
door, and then paused with foot balanced on the body’s fame while his eyes took
him Raven’s home.
The bungalow was two stories, though the
second level was likely just a bedroom and bath due to the steep incline of the
roof. The only time he’d been in a thatched house was when he was small,
in the months after his father had committed suicide. He’d been too young
to remember much of that time in Ireland. Des remembered. That period
of their lives had left deep scars in his older brother. Trev figured
he’d look down his nose at Raven’s humble home. Instead, he was
fascinated. An air of warmth and welcoming beckoned him toward the
cottage, aglow with its amber lights.
He sat on the hood of the car and studied the bucolic
structure, trying to pinpoint Raven. Playing Peeping Tom was easy.
The place was constructed of so much glass. A gardener’s cottage
once, there were two greenhouses― one on either side of the whitewashed abode.
The first had likely been a hothouse, the other for plants that required
a more temperate clime. Raven was an artist, a painter. The report
Julian Starkadder had compiled about her said she was working toward a one
woman show for a local gallery come next spring. The smaller glass room
had been turned into a studio. Even from this distance he could see the
easel, though it was too far away to tell what she currently painted upon the
large canvas.
Aside from the
two glassed in spaces, a dining room had been added, also with glass walls.
Raven Montgomerie’s life was on display, but he figured she never
considered that. Some beautiful women loved to put on a show for anyone
looking― even Peeping Toms. Still, for someone as gorgeous as Raven, she
didn’t live her life on the stage she created here. He’d be willing to
bet the Lamborghini on that. Raven was merely far away from people,
nothing even remotely close, so obviously she felt no need to hide behind
drapes.
“Where the hell
are you, Red?” he asked. “Come out, come out, wherever you are.”
All these walls
of glass and he couldn’t spot her! Exasperated, he knew she was at home.
She’d been working on the preparation for the gala all day, doing final
touches. After supper he’d grown twitchy, so had driven past the banquet
hall that her brother, Cian, had rented for Montgomerie Enterprise’s big bash.
As he spotted her coming out of the building, he swung into a parking lot
down the road and watched while she slid into her ancient MGB. Keeping a
distance, he followed her until she took the turn off for the cottage.
She was still there. His predator’s sense confirmed that.
Growing
impatient, he pushed off the car and trotted toward the cottage. The MGB
was parked at the side of the house, attesting to her presence within.
Staying to the shadows, he circled around the larger greenhouse and
toward the back of the dwelling. As he cornered the far side, he pulled
up when he saw Raven. Her face was framed in the kitchen window, an
overhead light nearly a spotlight on her. From her movements, he saw she
was washing dishes.
Raven’s face
was more than beautiful, it was arresting, with a hint of feline ethereality.
While her jaw reflected the same Montgomerie stubbornness as her sisters,
the thinness of her countenance softened the effect. Trev shuddered.
His whole body cramped with longing.
“Longing?” he
echoed aloud.
Music floated
on the night air, and it took a moment to identify the song coming from the
kitchen, Constant Craving ―an oldie by KD Lang. Raven’s mouth moved as
she sang along with the words. Though he couldn’t hear her, a shiver
slithered up his spine. Yeah, he knew something about constant cravings.
Five months of it. Ever since he’d seen her back last May at her
grandfather’s funeral.
He recalled
sitting with his brothers at the rear of the small church, watching the seven
sisters in the pews at the front, then later while they exited the ornate
building. That memory haunted him. So peculiar, beyond her beauty,
there was little about Raven that would normally attract him. No, Raven
Montgomerie was not his taste in women. And yet, he’d known in that
breathless instant when their eyes collided, outside the ancient Norman kirk,
that in five months’ time he’d be coming for her.
“Though hell
should bar the way…” he said under his breath.
She was the key
to getting him closer to the Montgomeries, so the Mershans could finally mete
out their long-overdue vengeance. His inner voice warned Trev that their
objective had damn little to do with his coming here tonight. A ravenous
need was rising in him, something dark, dangerous. A force primeval...
