February 14, 2010
Love at First Sight Blogfest
Happy Valentines Day! To celebrate, I’m participating in the Love at First Sight Blogfest. I’m posting an excerpt from The Curse of Culcraig. I’m not sure it counts as a love at first. Maybe more intrigued at first sight. 
Set up:Hillary is in Scotland to research a book. Caid is staying at the same inn while he attends his aunt’s funeral. Here we go…
“No dinner for me,” Caid said. “I’m exhausted and just need my bed.”
“Can I no’ bring you some tea, at least?”
“No thank you, Joan. Just my room and a good night’s sleep.”
“Aye. Well, it’s likely been a long day, and tomorrow longer still.”
True enough. Simply thinking of the impending reunion made his heart race.
“The machine will probably be working again come morning.” Joan handed him his card. “We’ll try it again then.”
“Ta.” He slid the card back into his wallet.
“Take the green room. First door on the left. Right then, off you go.”
Caid nodded, hoisted his computer bag over his shoulder and lifted his suitcase. After climbing the stairs, he found the first door on the right. He gripped the brass knob and tried to turn, but it resisted. Frowning, he jiggled the handle a bit, and the door swung inward. Inside, a small lamp glowed softly next to the bed. He dropped his bag and case, and flopped onto the mattress. The room was very pretty and feminine. Though the flowers on the wallpaper and bedspread looked more blue than green to him.
What did he care? The bed was soft and that was all he needed. He toed off his shoes, flipping them from his feet onto the floor, and wriggled up so his head lay nestled in the pile of pillows.
At the sound of a door opening, he sat up. His eyes rounded and the air in his lungs shriveled. Hillary stood in the open doorway to the bathroom, practically naked.
His gaze swept the soft curve her hips, the low dip of her white silk panties then upward to the gentle swell of her breasts peeking out over the edge of her bra. Her hair, still damp from her excursion outside, fell sexy and tousled past her shoulders.
He sat up further, his jeans tight in the crotch and sleep now the furthest thing from his mind. Then he lifted his gaze to hers. Those dark green eyes shone wild and terrified.
Without a word, she slammed the door shut, closing herself in the bathroom. The lock clicked into place.
Bloody hell!
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lol, I loved this scene. Great choice!
February 14th, 2010 at 6:08 pmI like the way you made it quite natural that he would mixup those directions to his room. Marvelous scene.
February 14th, 2010 at 7:48 pmWhat a steamy scene.
February 14th, 2010 at 10:37 pmSo easy to see how the mistake happened but poor girl I hope she gets over the shock.
He had better come up with more than a length to enable him to make this up to her!
Loved this scene! How embarassing and exciting at the same time. And what do you do now?
February 14th, 2010 at 11:06 pmI love the uses of dialect, and how that gives a feel for place.
The room mixup is great, and your description of Caid’s reaction…sizzle.
February 15th, 2010 at 1:45 amThanks, Roni. I was debating between this scene and another, but I thought this one was more fun.
I’m glad you liked it Tricia.
Not to worry, Elaine, she gets over it soon enough.
Thanks, Elle. I’m not sure it’s really love at first sight, but I think it’s certainly an interesting start for them both.
Laurel, maintaining the consistency for the dialect was challenging, but I was pleased with the end result. I’m glad you liked it.
February 15th, 2010 at 4:25 amWonderful! I loved it. Neither is likely to forget meeting like that! Thanks for posting in the love at first sight blogfest. Your excerpt certainly does qualify!
February 15th, 2010 at 3:49 pmMerissa
Lol, awesome.
February 16th, 2010 at 8:59 pmNice! Great set up for this scene! I kind of feel bad for the poor guy!
February 17th, 2010 at 2:12 am