To all my fans,
As many of you don’t know, I’ve been fighting cancer for a long time now.
I just finished 2 months of chemotherapy and radiation which was totally exhausting.
In July I find out the results to see if I’m better. Meanwhile the body is not doing so well.
So please forgive me for not keeping up my home page.
I think of you all often and hope to get back into the swing of things by summer.
Cross your fingers or say a prayer for me in the meantime.
The spring has been a might colder than usual, but I hope for a nice warm summer.
I’ll try to keep you all informed of my recovery and let you know if we got rid of the cancer or not in July. (When they do the pet scan)
I hope you are all well and happy and full of romance.
Love and hugs,
Mariah
Also be sure and check out my romantic places and the author's linked there. I will be adding more to these as we go along, but it's a great way to meet a few of my friends.
Angus thought quietly about the answer to her question. That some women were as cold as the snowy peaks of Ben Novis and others were as hot as a sunny desert. That some women were built sleek for speed, while others were made supple for comfort.
Letitia--the cold English blood flowing through her veins; her cool aristocracy brought down from her family's origins. He thought of her in bed, where he had found release and nothing else, where she had always withheld any show of passion beneath that slender little girl's exterior.
Then… there was… Candelinn--the hot-blooded Scottish lass, even now shooting fire through those beautiful green eyes at him across the distance of the room. With a body that left no doubt in a man's mind that indeed there was a woman next to him in the darkness.
Whose breasts could fill a man's hand and make him forget England and Edward and wars and everything else, except her writhing body, passion filled, meeting him every sensual step of the way.
Scott stripped his clothes and sank into the water's depth. He leaned his head back against the side and closed his eyes. The silence was a little unnerving and he peeked out to see his cabin boy looking out the window. He had his back to the man in the tub when suddenly the slender figure turned to the side in front of the window. The sun shining through her clothes left nothing to the imagination.
Scott's eyes widened at the obvious breasts shadowed beneath the shirt. The bath forgotten he stood and stepped out of the water. He started to dry himself, thinking he had to be mistaken when the sun once more revealed the profile of the definitely feminine form across the room. His arms ceased their drying motions at once. He stood staring in shocked surprise. Slowly he stood straight and tossed the towel over the edge of the tub. A smile turned up the corners of his mouth. This explained so many things.
