My San Francisco Highlander
Finding My Highlander
By Aleigha Siron
Genre: Time-Travel Romance
Release Date: August 23, 2017
A few words from
Aleigha.
Everyone
remembers their first kiss. That moment fraught with nervous trepidation.
According to several research articles, both men and women experience a certain
amount of anxiousness when they kiss. Following that very first kiss there are
many more to come with different partners. Some we remember and others we
forget as quickly as we forget the person who bestowed it.
But then there’s
that special first kiss. The one with the person who will become our great
love. That kiss is never forgotten. Your feet, your palms, your fingertips all
possess high sensory receptors, but the lips are one of the most sensitive
sensory nerve areas in your body. When you kiss your brain floods with a range
of hormones, the pulse increases, you may feel dizzy, or overheated. Experts
credit kissing with a wide range of health benefits such as reducing stress,
improving relationship satisfaction, increasing sexual stimulation, and are you
ready for this, reducing cholesterol! We all need to engage in a lot more
kissing.
Here’s the first
kiss between my lovers, Brian and Angel.
My San Francisco
Highlander – First Kiss
“Brian. Brian,
can you hear me? Please answer.” Panic assailed her at the thought of not
finding him. “Dammit, Angus Brian Cameron, answer me right now!” Squawking
seagulls offered the only reply.
Exhausted, she
slumped against a tree and slid to the ground. “Where are you, Brian? Please
answer me.” No one could possibly hear that whispered plea.
Eyes closed, she
leaned against the tree and listened as the wind ruffled through branches
overhead. Then she rolled over on her belly and scanned underneath the thick
brush. There! A weird clump of greenish-blue and brown cloth peeked out between
a wide tree trunk and a cluster of wild rhododendron bushes. She crawled under
the prickly branches and found Brian rolled into a fetal position, unconscious,
with streaks of blood staining the dirt. She touched his shoulder gently,
afraid he’d wake thrashing and ready to fight. He didn’t move.
“Brian,” she
shook his shoulder. “Angus Brian Cameron, wake up.” When he didn’t move, she
lay down behind him, wrapped her arms around his muscled body, and carefully
moved his hand from his ear.
“Brian, you have
to wake up now.” He moaned and tucked tighter into a fetal position.
“That’s it. Wake
up. It’s me, Angel. I need to take you back home. You are too big to carry, and
I didn’t bring my car.” He moaned again but didn’t move.
She leaned up on
one elbow and wiped sweat and dirt from his brow. She bent to his ear, “Brian,
it’s Angel.”
She didn’t know
what possessed her to kiss him, but she began to feather light kisses over his
temple, down along his jaw and back up. When she reached his ear, she sucked
his earlobe between her teeth and bit down. Lightly at first, and then she
nipped his neck at the juncture of his shoulder, this time with more
force.
He rolled over
until she found herself partially pinned beneath his hard body, staring up into
eyes as green as the overhead canopy. His burnt chestnut hair fell over his
forehead in disarrayed clumps. Her breath stopped, but she didn’t flinch or
turn away. She held his gaze, his beautiful, startled gaze. The hard body
pressed against her chest and hips did strange things to her insides. He dipped
his head and pressed a light brush of lips over her mouth, then glazed her lips
with his tongue until she opened her mouth and welcomed his intrusion.
When he lifted
his head for breath, she attempted a bit of levity, always her awkward first
response to passion. “You’re not supposed to make a girl run all over creation
trying to catch you.” She looked down at his leg pressed between her thighs
where his erection hardened against her hip.
“And I think
you’re bleeding all over my jeans.”
Aleigha Siron is
an Amazon best selling author of Time-Travel romance. After more than twenty
years writing and delivering management and other training programs for
modest-sized to Fortune Five Hundred companies, and ten years developing
community crisis-intervention training programs, Aleigha turned her writing
efforts to her first loves, fiction, and poetry. Her poetry has appeared in
numerous anthologies and university presses over the past few decades (under
her alter ego’s name.) Following a difficult period in her life, she discovered
solace in romance novels that inspired her to write in this genre. As she says,
"who doesn't desire a guaranteed happy-ever-after scenario?" Always
interested in the concept of time-travel, she knew her first few stories would
follow that theme.
When not
writing, her trusty four-legged companion/helper, Strider, accompanies her on
sunset walks along the shore. During these quiet walks under an expansive sky,
with the whoosh of waves across the sand and her gaze drifting over the rolling
sea, her best glimmers of inspiration come to mind. Following the recent
discovery of distant Scottish ancestors, she embarked on a trip to the
Highlands that is still weaving stories in the Finding My Highlander Series.
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