Lady of the Breathnach Manor
Description
Eithne Breathnach, an orphan raised by her great grandmother, goes in search of her family's roots at the Breathnach Manor, a place shrouded in mystery and ancient folklore. Intending to come for only the summer, Eithne suddenly finds herself as the sole inheritor and lady of the mysterious manor, which up until this point had been kept in its perfect condition by seven seemingly normal lads who, as time passes, gradually show their true selves and powers to Eithne, reveling that the tales spun by her grandmother were not just old wives tales after all.
Quarantine + boredom + Not By the Moon + JB is my absolute bias = This, whatever it ends up being lol
Also, lots of steam. I havent decided if I will add rated chapters to the story yet, but there are some fairly steamy portions that just toe the line for those who like that. If not, dont worry, I have warnings and how to avoid them lol. If I get enough people interested then I will include a rated chapter :)
Foreword
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Nodding at herself in the mirror as acceptable she took a deep breath and turned to leave the room, instinctively making the decision not to lock her room or take her keys. Somehow she just knew it wasn't necessary. Turning to walk down the hall she paused as she reached the point where she would turn left, because at that very moment, dressed in an all white suit, striding from the opposite direction was he. He stared straight ahead, as if she were invisible, and then, having reached just abreast of her he stopped, turned his head, and locked eyes with her for the second time that day.
Again, time stopped. The silence was long and pronounced, his eyes burning deep into her very soul, her very being reaching out and connecting with his in a way she didn't know was possible through mere eye contact. Without breaking his gaze or saying a word he offered his arm and Eithne took it before she realized what was happening. She heard him take a sharp breath as her hand made contact with his arm, her fingers softly curling around his bicep and subconsciously squeezing lightly, he unconsciously flexing as she did so and giving her the first inkling of the powerful body he had hidden beneath his suit.
Her heart was in as he now guided her toward the dining room, his musky scent and overwhelmingly commanding aura was wreaking havoc on her heart, and it took all the self control she could muster to walk forward without showing any signs of outer agitation. Neither spoke, but an intense energy flowed between them, an undeniable tension of instant attraction, recognition even, as two souls knew their other half in the proverbial love at first sight and agonized over whether the feeling was mutual or only imagined as being so.
As they approached what Eithne assumed was the dining room the sounds of male voices talking and laughing increased in volume until suddenly they had entered what could only be described as a dining hall rather than as a simple room, and the room fell into sudden silence as the eyes of the other males turned to look at the new arrivals. Eithne heard him take in a deep breath next to her, and then he spoke, in that deep sultry voice that she knew would be the death of her.
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