My San Francisco Highlander
Finding My Highlander, #2
by Aleigha Siron
Publication Date: August 23, 2017
Genres: Adult, Time Travel, Contemporary, Historical, Scottish, Standalone, Romance
Synopsis
A love three hundred years in the making — After being knocked out in battle, Angus Cameron wakes in a terrifying new world with flying beasts, horseless carriages, crazy music, and strangely dressed people. Has he gone mad? When Angel Adair discovers a man in 1975’s San Francisco Lands End park dressed in little more than a Scottish kilt, is he just a confused drifter or her dream-lover come to life?
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About Aleigha Siron
A love three hundred years in the making — After being knocked out in battle, Angus Cameron wakes in a terrifying new world with flying beasts, horseless carriages, crazy music, and strangely dressed people. Has he gone mad? When Angel Adair discovers a man in 1975’s San Francisco Lands End park dressed in little more than a Scottish kilt, is he just a confused drifter or her dream-lover come to life?
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Excerpt
They faced each other on the bed. Her
nails scraped over his chest, thick with muscle and a matting of dark hair. His
powerful neck and biceps tensed when she touched those areas. She raked her
nails through his thick, wavy hair, kissed and sucked along his neck and
shoulders, rubbed her hands over the broad slope of his back down to his tight
butt. With ravenous hands and mouths, they explored what their eyes couldn’t
see. Hard abs rippled under her fingers, but he froze to marble when she slid
her fingers around his long, thrusting shaft.
He rolled over her, kissing and rubbing against her with his big hands and long body. His mouth, a hot cavern of desire, trailed a fiery path at her neck, shoulders, and finally closed over a nipple already peaked from his questing attentions. Moisture built between her legs. His deft fingers found her heat. When he slid between her legs, she felt the hard tip of his shaft at her entrance and panicked. Pushing back toward the headboard, she pressed her palms against his chest. “Wait. Stop. Please, wait.”
Brian froze at her command. His muscled arms pulsed like overstrained ripcord under her fingers. This was madness. They’d lost control, and she had no one to blame but herself. They’d taken things too fast and too far. This isn’t how she wanted her first joining to happen.
“Angel?” He pushed her shoulders against the pillows and rose above her while disentangling their lower bodies. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Angel listen to me, lass.”
When he fully rolled away from her, goose bumps coursed over her body from the loss of his heat. Frustrated and confused by the powerful pull of his body, his hands, his heat, she buried her face in her hands.
“You’re right, lass.” His words came in short pants. “We must stop and take a breath—consider our actions.”
He rolled over her, kissing and rubbing against her with his big hands and long body. His mouth, a hot cavern of desire, trailed a fiery path at her neck, shoulders, and finally closed over a nipple already peaked from his questing attentions. Moisture built between her legs. His deft fingers found her heat. When he slid between her legs, she felt the hard tip of his shaft at her entrance and panicked. Pushing back toward the headboard, she pressed her palms against his chest. “Wait. Stop. Please, wait.”
Brian froze at her command. His muscled arms pulsed like overstrained ripcord under her fingers. This was madness. They’d lost control, and she had no one to blame but herself. They’d taken things too fast and too far. This isn’t how she wanted her first joining to happen.
“Angel?” He pushed her shoulders against the pillows and rose above her while disentangling their lower bodies. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Angel listen to me, lass.”
When he fully rolled away from her, goose bumps coursed over her body from the loss of his heat. Frustrated and confused by the powerful pull of his body, his hands, his heat, she buried her face in her hands.
“You’re right, lass.” His words came in short pants. “We must stop and take a breath—consider our actions.”
About Aleigha Siron
My San Francisco Highlander is Aleigha’s second full-length romance novel in her Finding My Highland Series. Now, an Amazon best-selling author of Time-Travel romance, she is working on the third book in her Finding My Highlander Series as well as a collection of romance poems. She’s also working on early character sheets for a Regency Romance series.
After more than twenty-five years writing and delivering management and other training programs, Aleigha Siron turned her writing efforts to fiction and poetry. When not writing, you’ll often find Aleigha walking along the shore with her trusty four-legged companion, Strider. The whoosh of waves across glistening sand and the turbulent swell of the sea at sunset dissolves the noise of the day. If this fails to conjure the muses and stimulate her creative juices, she’ll sip a glass of wine and read.
Aleigha loves all forms of writing, but historical and romance fiction provide a favorite escape, especially those with time-travel themes. A firm believer that everyone secretly yearns for the romance novels’ essential HEA, she knew this was her genre.
