Professional rivalry gets ugly...

            Hello all.  Karl here.  The following is an excerpt from my upcoming romance novel, “The Vampire Highlander’s Captive Bride”:

            The wind off the moor whipped Count Vlad McTavish’s flowing mane of raven dark hair.  His black cloak billowed revealing a scarlet tartan lining.

            “Och blah!  Ye’ll no’ deny me agin, lassie.  D’ye think I dinna know who poot all that garrrrlic in me haggis?” he brogued.

            Clasping her torn bodice to her bosom Lady Montgomery looked up into Count McTavish’s steely cold gray eyes.  Defiance was in her voice.  “I will never love you,” she declared.  “I would sooner die than love a beast like you.”  But down deep she knew it wasn’t true.  A secret desire had been growing within her since the day she saw him putting on his kilt and she’d accidentally caught a glimpse of his sporran.

            Now, tell me Hannah Howell can do THAT!

            And now here’s your esoteric moment of humor:  Thetamesis!

            I am Karl Fogsen.  Thanks for reading.