Cottage By The Stream

When Sarah fled to the Scottish Highlands to evade a psychopath, she had no idea that she was embarking on an adventure like no other and that her life was taking a turn towards the truly bizarre.  There she meets the Watcher, Ian, who helps her to defeat her stalker--a being  from another realm called a Repeater.


Published: 10/2010
Length: Epic Novel
Word Count: 139,609
Genre: Paranormal/Historical Romance
Rating: Spicy
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)




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Gail Wolfe


© Copyright by Gail Wolfe, October 2010
© Cover Art by Melody Lane, October 2010
ISBN 978-1-60394-466-3
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636


This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.


Once again, late at night he crept to the library to find her curled up on a chair near the fireplace with a book on her lap and a glass by her side. Walking in on bare feet and dressed in nothing more than pajama bottoms and a robe he walked close to her.

“You’re up late again,” he commented nonchalantly as he took the other chair.

“I couldn’t sleep,” Sarah stated without looking up from her book.

“That seems to be happening a lot lately.”

“I have a lot on my mind.”

“I imagine ya do. Is there something you’d care to talk about?”

“Nope,” she said as she flipped a page in the book.

She reached for her glass but Ian had removed it and set it aside. “I know better ways to induce sleep than drinking.” He moved to her chair and took the book from her lap and set that aside as well. Taking her hands he helped her up and guided her to the couch. He untied the belt to her robe and slid it from her shoulders revealing a short nightie beneath.

“Hey!” she began to protest but he shushed her with peck on the lips. Lips that he wanted to do more than just peck. He wanted her back in his arms. He wanted her soft body close to his, He wanted her soft lips kissing his with a passion he had only glimpsed but had been denied. Ian had decided enough was enough. He was done waiting.

“Lay on your stomach,” he instructed. She gave him a curious look but did as he asked. When she was settled on the couch he gently started to knead her shoulders. Instantly she began to relax. Working further down, he started on her upper back and shoulder blades.

“Ummm.” she purred, “If I knew you could do this, I would have come to you in the first place.”

“All ya had to do was ask.” he informed her as he worked back up to her neck and shoulders. He felt the instant the tension started to slip away. Her purrs of contentment were deep and throaty, and he could just imagine what she would be like in the throes of passion.

Gently, he bent down and kissed the back of her neck and waited for a moment to see if she would reject him. She didn’t reject him, nor did she encourage him. He took that as a good sign. He kissed her shoulder and licked at her neck before placing a lingering kiss there. She arched her neck slightly, giving him better access.

Sarah began to relax under Ian’s talented fingers. The tension she had been holding in slowly melted away. She let one arm slide off the couch, in a silent invitation. As his hands roamed her back, he continued to kiss her neck. He was making her melt in oh so many ways. Her nipples became hard as she arched her neck just a bit to give him better access. Her body tingled as his hands roamed down her back, one hand sliding lightly over the side of her breast. Another moan escaped as sensuous feelings built in her. Her breathing changed as he worked his way down her back. His kisses trailed down as he moved.

As his hand reached the small of her back she couldn’t help but raise herself just a little.

She noticed his breathing had changed as well. Working his way back to her shoulders, he leaned close to her. She could feel the heat from him through her nightgown. His weight on her back was erotic. She wanted to turn and take him in her arms.

“Turn over,” he whispered into her ear. She did as he asked. When she was settled again, he sat on the edge of the couch and gazed at her. Lightly touching her face, tracing her brows with a finger, she saw his eyes had dilated making them seem a darker blue. When his finger brushed her lips, her tongue slipped out and licked it lightly. This caused him to still his movements. Again her tongue slipped out but this time it circled the tip of his finger. His eyes locked onto hers, as he moved in to replace his finger with his lips. Sarah rose to meet him. One arm slipped around her back to support her as his tongue slid into her. She melted even as she slipped her arms around his neck. Their breathing quickened as the kiss deepened. Groaning softly, Sarah deepened the kiss as their tongues explored deeply.

Ian broke the kiss, only to trail kisses along her jaw line to her neck where he sucked lightly and licked. Sarah arched her neck again as she buried her fingers into his hair. She held on with one hand and explored his back, shoulders and slipping inside his robe to explore his chest with the other. With his free hand he cupped her breast and squeezed gently. She arched into his hand as he played with her hard nipple. Easing her to the couch he pulled her breast free of the loose gown and began to suckle on the nipple. Sarah thought she would explode. She was wet and she ached. She wanted him. She wanted him inside her. Her skin was sensitive to his touch, and she wanted him to touch her everywhere. As he lavished his attention on her breast his other hand roamed to her side and further down to her leg. As he brought his hand back up he brought the gown up as well.

Caressing her stomach he found his way under the nighty and cupped her other breast. Sarah parted his robe with her hands and slid it from his wide shoulders. “Ian.” she called softly.

Ian rose to her, his face inches from hers, “You’ve the softest skin, lass. Tis like silk and satin in one. The softest lips to kiss,” he nipped her bottom lip and smiled, “Och Lass, the things ya do ta me.” He kissed her again, his body lay upon hers and she could feel his erection on her lower stomach. Oh he was so big, and felt so hard. She moved her hand between them and wrapped it around him. He stilled for a moment and a small shutter ran through him. He lifted his head and looked at her. Her eyes were dilated and lowered to a sensuous look. Her lips that were kiss swollen, smiling lightly as her hand squeezed him through his pajama bottoms. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts into his chest. He uncovered the other breast and began to suckle that as well. Her raised gown exposed her stomach and he caressed the area with his hands as well as his lips. Lower and lower his kisses went. Reluctantly, Sarah released her hold on him and ran her fingers through his curly hair. Ian lapped at her navel as he listened to the purring coming from her. He trailed his hand down to her juncture to feel her wetness through her panties.

When Sarah felt his hand slide between her legs she knew she was on the verge of a great orgasm. It would have been her first but isn’t that what made it so great? She arched her hips as she arched her neck and opened her eyes. “Please Ian.” she begged as she shifted her hips. “Please.”

Ian’s chuckle tickled her tummy. “Easy lass, I’ll take ya where ya want to go.” He kissed her lightly as he moved his fingers along her panties. She had thoroughly soaked through, and his fingers played with the silky wetness. He passed lightly over her nub and she raised her hips again. “Please.” she pleaded again almost sobbing. She lay her head back with her eyes closed silently begging him to ease the torment. She felt him trace the outline of her nub and lightly skim over it several times. The tension was building.