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Echoes of Scotland Street (On Dublin Street Series #5)
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Shannon MacLeod has always gone for the wrong type of man. After she drifted from one toxic relationship to the next, her last boyfriend gave her a wake-up call in the worst possible way. With her world shattered, she's sworn off men—especially those of the bad-boy variety.
Cole Walker is exactly the sort that Shannon wants to avoid—gorgeous, tattooed, charming, and cocky. But his rough exterior hides a good man who's ready to find "the one." He's determined to pull Shannon from her self-imposed solitude to win her heart.
As Shannon opens up in the face of Cole's steady devotion, the passion between them ignites to blazing levels. But when Shannon's past comes back to haunt her, her fears may destroy the trust Cole has built between them—and tear them apart for good.…
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Scotland Street
I think I'd worn Gran out with my music and my yapping on and on about Ewan. Her eyes kept fluttering closed and popping open and she'd mutter, "Oh dear," every once in a while. My boyfriend, the aforementioned Ewan, would be in Edinburgh soon to pick me up, so I saw no harm in waiting out on Gran's front stoop and letting her take a much-needed nap.
When I kissed her papery cheek and said good-bye, Gran offered me a warm smile, her lids already drooping. Letting myself out of the large house, I hesitated a moment in the spacious hallway. Her house hadn't seemed so big when Granddad was alive, but ever since he'd passed away three years ago, the house magically grew bigger and colder. Whenever I could, as I had done last night, I'd travel from my parents' house in our small town to stay with Gran for the night, sometimes even the whole weekend. Since Gran's house had always felt more like home than my parents' did, I took any opportunity I could to stay with her.
However, I couldn't stay the whole weekend because Ewan's band was playing a gig tonight and he wanted me there. He was the band's bassist. I was really excited to see him play, although I wasn't much looking forward to girls trying to chat him up after the show, like my friend Caro warned me would probably happen.
Shutting Gran's door, I turned and walked down a few steps to stand near the bottom of the stoop so Ewan could see me. He was seventeen, a few years older than me, and had just gotten his driver's license. He liked any old excuse to drive his wee, banged-up Punto, so I didn't feel bad about dragging his arse all the way to Edinburgh to come get me.
Digging through my bag for my phone and headphones so I could pass the time listening to music, I heard what sounded like a foot sliding along concrete behind me and I jerked around in surprise.
My eyes instantly collided with those of a boy.
He stood on the stoop of the house next door, a few steps farther up than me, and he was regarding me with something akin to shock. As I took him in, I felt my heart rate start to pick up.
His strawberry blond hair was slightly too long and disheveled, but he worked it because . . . I sucked in a breath, suddenly feeling a flutter of nerves in my stomach. The boy was utterly gorgeous. They didn't grow them like him at my school. As he stepped slowly down the stoop, the startlingly light green color of his eyes became clearer. They were "wow" eyes that I felt like I could drown in, and it occurred to me that perhaps I just might. When our eye contact finally broke, it was only because he was distracted by my hair.
Self-conscious, I tucked a strand behind my ear. The boy's eyes followed the movement. I'd been mocked for my hair for a long time when I was little, but as I got older I started to get compliments on it. This meant I was really unsure about other people's reaction to my hair, but I refused to change it. I'd inherited my hair from my mum. It was like the one thing we had in common.
It hung down to just above my bottom in soft waves and natural ringlets. Not ginger, not strawberry blond. It was closer to auburn, but even then it was just a hint too red to be auburn. When the sun or artificial light hit my hair, Gran said it was like a halo of fire around my head.
The boy's eyes returned to mine.
A really awkward length of time passed as we continued to stare at each other, and I could feel myself begin to squirm under the surprising tension that had sprung up between this stranger and me.
Searching for a way out, I dropped my gaze to his black T-shirt. It was a The Airborne Toxic Event shirt and I felt my lips curling into a pleased smile. TATE was one of my favorite bands. "Have you seen them live?" I asked more than a little enviously.
The boy glanced down at his shirt as though he'd forgotten what he was wearing. When he looked back at me, his mouth kicked up at the corner. "I wish."
I felt a rush of excitement at the sound of his voice and unconsciously stepped a little closer to the wrought-iron fence that separated us from each other's stoop. "I'd love to see them live."
He moved closer and I tilted my head back. He was tall. I was a small five foot three and the boy was almost a foot taller than me. My gaze wandered, no longer under my control, taking in his broad shoulders, down his lean, muscular arms to the big hand he had wrapped around one of the wrought-iron spearheads that embellished the fence. I felt a flip in my belly at the thought of being touched by one of those hands. They were masculine but graceful and long-fingered.
I flushed, thinking about what Ewan had done to me last week, except suddenly imagining this boy in his place. Guiltily, I chewed on my lower lip as I looked back up at the boy.
He didn't seem to notice that my thoughts had meandered into the indecent. "You're a fan of TATE?"
I nodded, feeling suddenly shy of this person who had elicited such a strong reaction in me.
"They're my favorite band." He gave me a small grin and I instantly wanted to know what he looked like when he laughed.
"One of mine too."
"Yeah?" He leaned in a little closer, his eyes searching my face as though I was the most interesting thing he'd ever seen. "What other bands do you like?"
The thrill of having his attention broke through the uncharacteristic shyness and I rattled off all the bands I could think of that I'd been listening to lately.
When I was done he rewarded me with a smile, and that smile winded me it was so good. There was something flirtatious there but at the same time boyish, charmingly boyish and utterly endearing. It was a great smile. A really, really great smile.
I sighed inwardly and leaned farther into the fence.
"What's your name?" he asked me, his voice low because we were so close now we could whisper and we'd hear each other. I could actually feel the heat from his body, and realizing we were standing quite intimately made me hugely aware of my own body as well as his. I flushed inwardly again, thankful I wasn't a typical redhead with blush-prone skin.
"Shannon," I replied, sure there was a hush in the air between us and afraid to break whatever it was by being too loud. "Yours?"
"Cole," he said. "Cole Walker."
That made me smile. It fit him perfectly. "You sound like a hero."
Cole grinned. "A hero?"
"Yeah. Like if there was a zombie apocalypse, the hero who tries to save everyone would have a name like Cole Walker."
His chuckle warmed me through and through, as did the way his eyes brightened with amusement. "Zombie apocalypse?"
"It could happen," I insisted because I never liked to rule out any eventuality in life.
"You don't seem all that worried that it could."
That was because I wasn't. I shrugged. "I've just never understood why people are afraid of zombies. They move really slowly and are brain-dead."
Cole snorted. "Two very fair points."
I smiled. "So, are you a hero, Cole Walker?"
He scratched the side of his chin, looking off into the distance. "What is a hero, really?"
Surprised by the deep and apparently serious question, I shrugged. "I suppose it's someone that saves people."
His eyes flicked back to me. "Yeah, I suppose it is."
Trying to lighten the mood, I gave him a flirty smile. "So, do you save people?"
Cole laughed. "I'm only fifteen. Give me a chance."
We were the same age, then. I was surprised. He could pass for eighteen. "You are really tall for fifteen."
His eyes drifted over me, a small smile playing on his lips. "A lot of people must seem tall to you."
"Are you calling me short?"
"Are you saying you're not short?"
I wrinkled my nose. "I'm not delusional. It's just not polite to comment on a girl's shortness. For all you know I'm really mad at the world because I'm vertically challenged."
"Maybe I'm really mad at the world because I'm tall."
I gave him a look that said as if and he burst out laughing.
"Okay, I'm not mad at being tall. But you shouldn't be mad about your height."
"I'm not," I hurried to assure him. "I was just making a point."
"A pointless point."
I giggled, thinking over our bizarre conversation. "Yeah."
Cole smiled, and I felt myself go all hot inside again at the way he was looking at me. "I doubt anyone notices your height anyway. You've got all that great hair and those amazing eyes to distract them." As soon as he said it he flushed and ran a hand through his own hair, as if embarrassed he'd complimented me out loud.
My cheeks burned with pleasure. "You've got amazing eyes too."
His momentary shyness instantly disappeared at my compliment. Cole leaned forward over the fence. "Please tell me you live here."
Before I could answer, a loud honk shattered the intensity between us and I jerked my head up to see Ewan approaching in his old Punto. Reality came crashing back down around me, and for some reason I felt a weird sense of loss when I looked back at Cole. "I live in Glasgow," I told him regretfully. I gestured to the car. "My boyfriend's here to pick me up."
Disappointment flashed in Cole's eyes. "Boyfriend?" His gaze flew toward the car and I watched his face fall.
My heart sank in my chest. "Sorry," I whispered, not really sure what I was apologizing for.
"Me too," he murmured.
Ewan honked the horn again and I blanched, moving down the steps, my eyes still on Cole. We held each other's gaze as I walked over to the car and slowly, reluctantly, got into it.
"Hey, baby," Ewan said, finally causing me to break my connection with Cole.
I gave my boyfriend a tremulous smile. "Hi."
He leaned over and kissed me before settling back into his seat to drive away.
Panicked, I turned back to my window to find Cole, but the stoop where he'd stood was now empty. A heavy feeling settled over me.
"Who was that?" Ewan asked.
"The guy on the stairs."
"I don't know." But I hope I get to find out.
Ewan started chattering on about the band, not bothering to ask me how my night had been or how Gran had seemed even though I'd told him I was worried about her. As the old car took me away from Scotland Street amid his incessant chatter, I felt like fate had just handed me two cups and I'd stupidly drunk from the wrong one.
Nine years later
I stared up at the sign above the tattoo studio on Leith Walk, worrying my lip between my teeth. There was nothing for it. I had to open the doors and step inside.
I blew out a deep breath until my lips formed a disgruntled pout. The sign for INKarnate was painted in bold font across a long panel of glass above its door. The two large panels of glass on either side of the glossy black door were covered in pictures of tattooed limbs, artwork, and bold red-and-purple signs that screamed TATTOOS, PIERCINGS, TATTOO REMOVALS at the passing public. In the center of the panel farthest away from me were two large white signs that proclaimed proudly SCOTLAND'S #1 TATTOO STUDIO and MULTI-AWARD WINNER.
Even I, who had no tattoos to speak of, had heard of INKarnate.
Okay, true, I'd dated quite a few blokes with tattoos, but that wasn't the reason I'd heard of Stu Motherwell's tattoo studio. I'd heard of it because his signs didn't lie and he'd even been on television a few times over the past few years. Stu had owned INKarnate for about thirty years now. He was an extremely talented and ambitious artist and was purported to only hire fantastic artists to work alongside him.
You'd think I'd be absolutely over-the-moon to get an interview for the admin assistant/reception position they needed to fill. However, INKarnate embodied everything I was running from at the moment. Everything that was bad for me.
I'd only applied for the job because admin jobs were scarce.
Ironic that this should be the only application that had produced a response.
What could I do, though? I crossed my arms over my chest, my eyes glued to the sign TATTOOS. I'd had to get away from Glasgow, and I had nowhere to go—Edinburgh was the only place I knew well enough to feel comfortable moving to, and it was expensive as heck. The hotel I was staying in was really a hostel and I couldn't afford to stay even there that much longer. Although I had enough in my savings for two months' rent on a really crappy flat, I wouldn't get a lease until I found a job.
I needed to eat and I needed a roof over my head.
As Gran used to say, beggars can't be choosers.
Letting my hands fall to my sides (defensive posture wasn't really a good way to start an interview), I waited for a woman with her pram to pass by the studio before striding up to the door and pushing inside. An old-fashioned bell at odds with the rest of the decor jingled above the door as I entered.
My low-heeled boots sounded loud on the expensive-looking white-tiled flooring. It was shot through with chips of silver mosaic pieces and was more elegant than I would have expected for a tattoo studio.
For a few moments I eyed the rest of the interior. It was like a typical tattoo studio but less . . . grungy. The main room was large and spacious. A small curved black marble counter sat to my left, and on it was a shiny iMac I would have given my eyeteeth for. Behind the counter was a massive closet I couldn't miss because its door was open, revealing a chaotic mass of files on the shelves inside. Opposite the counter on the other side of the room was a huge, well-worn black leather L-shaped sofa that looked really comfy. A glass coffee table was positioned in front of it, with a scatter of magazines on it and what looked like a bowl of shiny-wrapped toffees. Directly ahead of me was a mini gallery of sorts. The walls were white and nearly every inch of them was covered in tattoo concepts. The only walls that had been left bare were the partition walls placed here and there throughout the space. On them were television screens where indie and rock music played softly as a sound track to snapshots and video footage of the artists' portfolios.
It was all about art here.
But where were the artists?
I stared around at the emptiness, my eyes eventually coming to a stop on a door near the back left-hand corner. I could hear the buzz of a tattoo needle. The workshops must be back there.
Should I venture in?
I hesitated only to be shuffled forward by someone attempting to open the entrance door. Moving out of the way, I gave the young man an apologetic smile.
"All right?" He nodded at me in greeting before swaggering over to the counter. He hit an old-fashioned bell a few times.
Oh. Okay.
A few seconds later a figure appeared in the doorway at the back. A huge, hulking beast of a figure. I stared openmouthed as he moved toward us, and slowly recognition hit me.
The graying beard and long wiry hair, the jolly grin and crinkles around the blue eyes. No, not Santa Claus.
Stu Motherwell.
He approached the counter in slow, measured steps and I noted that the black motorcycle boots he was wearing had definitely seen their best day a long, long time ago. The buzz of a tattoo needle continued from the room beyond, so I guessed there was at least one other tattooist back there.
"Hi, son," he greeted the young man. "How can I help?"
"I've got an appointment for a tattoo removal in ten minutes."
"Darren Drysdale."
Stu bent over to look at the computer screen, clicking the mouse a few times. "Drysdale. Take a wee seat. Rae will be ready for you in a bit. I'd offer you a coffee, but my last assistant bought that fucking contraption and none of us know how to use it."
The customer snorted. "No bother, mate." He nodded at him and turned around, wandering over to the sofa to wait.
I then found myself under the scrutiny of Stu's bright blue eyes. He seemed to take stock of me for a moment and then he gave me a massive grin. "And what can I do for you, wee fairy?"
Wee fairy? That was new. If he wasn't my interviewer, I might reply that this "wee fairy" would ram her wee but effectual foot up his arse if he "wee fairied" me again.
It was possible I was a little angry these days.
But also desperate . . . so . . . "I'm Shannon MacLeod." I stepped forward and held out my hand. "I'm here for the interview for the admin position."
"Thank fuck," Stu pronounced jovially, striding around the counter to enfold my hand in his huge one. He shook it, shaking my whole body with the motion. "At least you look normal. The last one looked like she hadn't seen a human being in forty years."
"Oh?" How was I supposed to reply to a comment like that?
"Aye. She didn't even know what an apadravya or an ampallang was."
I winced just at the thought of those genital piercings. A brave man, was all I'd say, a brave man indeed who sucked it up and got either one of those. "You do those here?"
"Simon is our piercings guy. He does it all." Stu grinned. "I take it from that wee flinch you know what they are."
I nodded, not really comfortable discussing penis piercings with my possible boss—although I guessed if I got the job, that might very well become normal conversation between us. "Surely, you don't get a lot of requests for those, though, right?"
"I'm sure women the world over would prefer more than we do get." Stu chuckled at his own joke and started walking toward the back room, gesturing for me to follow him. "My office is through here. Let's chat."
We passed through the back door, entering a long narrow hallway where light from three doors streamed through. The buzzing noise was coming from the middle room. Stu pointed at them. "Three workrooms." He pointed to the one nearest us. "I share that one with my manager. He's our main tattooist and our finest artist, so he usually does the big projects, unless I take a particular interest. Fridays are his day off, so unfortunately you won't meet him today. The middle room is Rae's. She's finishing up a small tattoo at the moment. She does our tattoo removals as well. The last one is Simon's. He's a tattooist, but you'll find most of his appointments are for piercings." Stu nodded toward the closed door at the end of the hall. "My office."
We passed by the workrooms and I sneaked a peek inside the middle one. I saw the back of a skinny, purple-haired woman I guessed was Rae. She was tattooing what looked like a butterfly on the lower back of the curvy girl braced over a chair.
I peeked inside the last door, meeting the eyes of a nice-looking, tattooed bald guy. He had a customer, but he gave me a little wave as I passed. I returned it, thinking he had kind eyes.
"In we go, wee fairy," Stu boomed heartily as he opened his office and swept an arm in a gesture for me to enter before him. He frowned as I moved past him. "What did I say?"
I realized I must not have been able to keep my irritation off my face. Oh well, he'd caught me, so I might as well be honest. "Wee fairy? Not really sure how to take that."
"Well, I don't mean anything bad by it, lass." Stu strode into the room, passing me to take the big leather seat behind his cluttered desk. He waved a hand at the chair in front of me, so I quickly took it. "It's just with that hair and those eyes and the fact that you are in fact 'wee,' you remind me of a wee fairy."
Despite myself, I found I was fighting a smile. This big bruiser of a man seemed perturbed and worried that he might have upset me. "It's okay. I'm just a bit nervous about the interview."
"Och, don't be nervous." He shook his head. "We're just going to go over your work experience and then I'll introduce you to Rae and Simon. If you get the job you'll be working mostly with them, so I like to get their feel for a person."
From there we chatted for about fifteen minutes or so about my previous work in the administrative world. He was mostly interested in my experience as a receptionist for a tattoo studio in Glasgow. I'd worked there until I was twenty. I'd been dating a local biker at the time who was almost ten years my senior (yeah, my family had loved him), and his best mate owned a studio. The job lasted as long as the relationship, which was roughly eighteen months. It was charming really—he cheated on me with a skanky biker babe and I was the one that got fired. "Downsizing," my boss had called it. Yeah, more like his mate found it too awkward to have me around after I walked in on him screwing another woman.
I'd soon discover that was just one of the many joys of dating an honest-to-goodness bad boy.
"That all sounds great." Stu gave me a huge endearing grin that made me smile despite myself. He'd really made me feel at ease during the interview, and I'd begun to think that working at INKarnate might not be such a bad thing after all. "Let's go meet Rae and Simon."
Simon's room was empty, but we found him hovering in the doorway of Rae's, watching her work as she talked with the young man who was there for what appeared to be his first session for a tattoo removal. The young guy blinked up at the doorway in alarm when Stu and I appeared.
Rae frowned at his abrupt change in demeanor before following his gaze. She smirked. "Don't worry. They're not all here to watch. Right, Stu?"
Rae's purple-and-black hair was cut choppy and short around her long, narrow face. She had a sharp nose and a thin mouth. A tiny jet stud sparkled on her nose, and a small silver hoop pierced the left side of her lower lip. Huge dark eyes and enviously long black lashes saved her face from being too severe. The more I gazed at her, the more I realized she was striking even without the hair and the piercings and the sleeve of black rose tattoos down her right arm. A skinny Harley-Davidson tank top and black jeans showcased her long-limbed figure.
"Who's Red?" She nodded her chin at me.
"This is Shannon. Shannon, these are my artists, Rae and Simon." Stu gestured to the tall, bald artist.
Simon grinned at me and I felt my warning flag start to fly. He had dimples, very, very charming dimples, glittering hazel eyes, and nicely developed muscles underneath his gray Biffy Clyro shirt. Tattoos covered every inch of both his arms. Black tunnels pierced his ears.
He was a problem.
Perhaps a job at INKarnate wasn't going to work out after all.
"You should hire her," Simon said to Stu without taking those pretty eyes off me. "She's hot. She'll attract interest."
Nope. Definitely not going to work out.
A snort erupted from Rae as she perceptively read the expression on my face. "Don't worry, Red. He prefers dicks. Like, actual dicks."
I blinked in surprise not just at her crassness, and in front of a customer no less, but at the implication. Simon was gay? He caught my look of surprise and laughed. "Yes, I'm gay."
I hated to admit it to myself, but the revelation made me relax instantly, the disappointment I'd felt only moments before disappearing. I grinned at Simon now. "If you're single I'll pass out with disbelief."
He laughed at that, seeming pleased. "I'm not. My boyfriend is called Tony. He's Italian."
"Oh, don't get him started on Tony," Rae groaned, rolling her eyes. "I love the guy, but if I have to hear one more tale of Tony's talented mouth and generous heart I'm going to vomit all over myself."
My eyes betrayed my shock and Simon patted my shoulder. "Don't worry. It's just Rae's way. She loves me really."
She harrumphed at that and turned purposefully back to her client, who'd been watching us with something akin to boredom on his face. "Hire her, Stu. You know I love shocking the fuck out of people, and Red here looks like she'll make that fun for me."
"I take that as a challenge," I said, feeling indignant at the accusation that I was somehow thin-skinned. "I've been around and heard a lot worse, I promise you."
Her mouth quirked up at the corner. "I'll take that as a challenge."
"You've done it now." Simon sighed.
"You're hired," Stu announced.
I looked up at him, feeling an overwhelming rush of relief. "Seriously?"
He smiled. "Aye, I like you."
That didn't sound very professional. "You're hiring me because you like me?"
"People have no idea how important that is to a successfully run business. If everyone gets along, if the atmosphere in here is great, people will recommend us."
"Oh yes, because my affable fucking nature, not my immense ability with a tattoo needle, is what brings in all the recommendations," Rae drawled.
Stu grunted. "It's not your affable fucking nature or your ability with a tattoo needle that brings in the recommendations. It's—"
"Cole," she finished for him, throwing him a grin. "But I'm not bad either."
Stu couldn't help smiling at that. "Aye, you're not bad either."
"Right." Simon turned toward us and shooed us with his hands. "Let Rae work." He smiled at me as we walked out into the hallway. "So, are you accepting?"
I thought about it as I wandered after Stu into the main room. A customer waited at the counter and Simon hurried over to greet him while Stu stared at me expectantly.
So Rae had a mouth on her and I was guessing no filter between said mouth and her brain, but underneath the prickly demeanor I sensed a real affection for her employer and her colleague. Stu was loud and blunt but easygoing and laid-back. And Simon seemed just as easygoing and nice.
It couldn't be the worst place to work.
Who was I kidding? They could be horrible and I'd still be accepting this job. I stuck out my hand. "Thank you. I'd be pleased to accept."
Stu beamed, shaking my hand and with it my whole body again. "Brilliant. How does Monday sound?"
"Brilliant," I echoed, smiling hugely for the first time in days, weeks even. I was relieved to finally be moving forward with my life.
Stu looked over his shoulder at Simon. "She said aye!"
Simon laughed. "Good news. Cole will love her."
"Oh, aye." Stu chuckled in a way that made me feel suddenly nervous. Who was Cole? Stu's eyes twinkled. "I'm actually semiretired. I'm not around a lot, so I leave the running of the place to my manager, Cole. He'll go over everything you need to know on Monday."
I smiled weakly in response.
I suddenly had a very bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.
* * *
The room was cold and narrow, but at least it was a place to rest my head for now. Although that didn't make the surroundings any less depressing. Not to mention I hated having to share the communal bathroom with the five other guests who were staying at the "hotel."
I'd finished filling out the employee details form Stu had given me before leaving INKarnate. On the one hand I felt incredibly lucky to have secured a job so quickly, and on the other I was absolutely dreading meeting my new manager. I had to hope that he was just like Stu or even Simon. Not a bad boy.
Grumbling under my breath about the miscommunication that had landed me in this situation, I pushed away the form and picked up my phone. No messages. As if I really expected there to be any—I hadn't been entirely visible back in Glasgow to my family, but at least I'd existed. Now it was like I'd been wiped from all recollection.
Ignoring the burn of anger in my gut, I got up and crossed the small room to where I'd piled my suitcases and five boxes with my belongings. I'd thrown most of my stuff out before moving. I thought it might help to purge myself of those memories in order to start over.
Searching through the boxes, I found the one I was looking for. The one box I'd kept from high school was the one with all my old sketch pads and art materials. Sketching always relaxed me—it took me out of myself for a little while. I seemed to need that a lot lately.
When I was packing up, I hadn't had enough time to go through all my old drawings, but tonight I had nothing but time and four grim walls. I needed something to take my mind off my family problems, and I didn't have money to buy any new books.
Hauling the box over to the bed, I wiped away the dust that had collected on the top of the sketch pads with an old T-shirt and curled up on the bed to look through them. Some of the older drawings made me smile. Drawing wasn't something that had come particularly easy to me at first. I'd loved to do it but was never able to make a sketch come alive. Until a boy in my first-year class (one I happened to have a massive crush on) in high school showed me how to hold a sketch pencil correctly and how to stroke against the paper, not draw in hard, unbending lines.
From there I caught on quickly and I was hooked.
The art lasted. The first crush didn't.
A sheet of paper fell out from the third sketch pad I'd picked up and suddenly I was reminded of another boy. A year ago I would have been able to look at the sketch and feel nothing but a prickle of pain—a ghostly reminder rather than the real thing.
Now, however, looking down at the drawing of my ex-boyfriend Nick, I felt bitterness well up in me. That bitterness was becoming a familiar part of me and I hated it. I just didn't know how to fight it.
But I leaned against my pillow, my fingers crinkling the sketch of the gorgeous Nick Briar. I'd gone out with Nick nine months after my first boyfriend, Ewan, had dumped me out of the blue. For a time Nick soothed the hurt Ewan had left me with. In my immaturity, I actually felt like I had won something over Ewan when I began dating Nick. He was nineteen and gorgeous and the lead singer in a rival rock band.
Nick had been the first of my bad boys . . .
* * *
The small club was dingy and smoky and much too hot. But I was filled with giddy excitement as I watched Nick sing onstage with his band, Allied Criminals. I thought their name was stupid and I wasn't a huge fan of their music, but I loved Nick's voice and his passion and how excited people were by them. I felt proud standing in the crowd as his girlfriend, and I promised myself I would always support him, no matter what.
Nick played up his brooding persona onstage, but in reality he was such a sweet guy. The night before, when I told him I wouldn't be able to make it to this performance because of a family thing, he'd been really cool about it. He was disappointed, but he didn't make a big deal about it like Ewan would have. And he made me feel special in a way that Ewan never had. Nick was always telling me how beautiful I was, how funny and interesting. I'd felt ordinary until I met him. I was completely falling for him, which was probably why I'd had sex for the first time with him a few weeks ago.
My friends were acting all immature about it and jealous, which was ridiculous. They thought it was a mistake for me to give it up to him and were really being unsupportive and ignorant about the whole thing. Lucky I had Nick in my life so I didn't have to put up with their silly naïveté all the time.
After Nick was so cool the night before, whispering sweet nothings in my ear while he made love to me, I decided I'd get out of my aunt's birthday party to come and see him play. I couldn't wait to see the look of surprise on Nick's face.
The band finished up and I hurried toward the door that would lead to backstage. A bouncer tried to push me back, but after I explained who I was he disappeared backstage and returned with the band's "manager." In reality he was Nick's older cousin, Justin, and I wasn't really sure what it was that qualified him to be their manager. I didn't really care just then. Justin recognized me and got me backstage only to disappear before I could ask which way I was going. I wandered in the opposite direction and came upon the band sitting around a randomly placed and barren pool table. They were drinking beer and talking loudly among each other with a couple of guys and girls I didn't recognize.
Nick was nowhere to be seen.
Alan, the lead guitarist, glanced up and stiffened when he saw me, his eyes flickering beyond me nervously before they snapped back to me. "Shannon." He stood up abruptly and the guys all looked at me in much the same way. "I didn't think you were coming tonight."
I smiled back, but my lips trembled. The tension my appearance had caused had alarm bells ringing in my head. "I wanted to surprise Nick. Where is he?"
"Uh, I don't know." Digby, the drummer, shrugged, looking at the other guys with a faked nonchalance that they returned.
Not Alan, though. His lips pinched together as he watched them, and when his eyes swung back to mine I stared into them stubbornly. My directness made him flinch. Alan and I got on pretty well. In fact, I sometimes got the impression he liked me. He flirted with me all the time and was always so considerate of me. I'd always brushed it off because I was mad about Nick and no one else could come close to how I felt about him.
"Where is he, Alan?"
Alan's eyes softened with regret. "He's in the cloakroom, Shannon." He nodded in the direction behind me as the others shifted uneasily.
Feeling my heart bang away in my chest, I turned on my low-booted heels and strode with more confidence than I was feeling down a narrow, dark walkway. I came to a stop in front of a black-painted door with the word CLOAKROOM in peeling white paint across it.
I heard the gasps and grunts coming from inside and I knew what I was going to find, but I just had to see it for myself.
With a shaking hand I turned the door handle and threw it open.
In the small, dimly lit room that was no bigger than a large closet, I saw Nick with his jeans down around his ankles, thrusting into the blonde he had pinned against the wall.
Nausea and pain like I'd never felt before welled up in me as they both jerked their heads around in surprise at the intrusion. Nick's eyes widened when he saw me and suddenly the blonde was forgotten as he called out my name in horror and let her go. She stumbled to the floor when Nick bent down to pick up his jeans.
I ran out of there, ignoring Alan and Nick shouting my name as they chased after me. I lost them in the crowds of the dirty bar and I hurried all the way to the bus stop. I didn't go home. Instead I found myself knocking on my friend Caro's house. She let me in and I sobbed all over her, apologizing for assuming she was naive, when in the end I was the only one who could be faulted for that . . .
* * *
Nick was an important lesson. Yet somehow it took another man cheating on me before I learned from it. Eventually I got wise to his type. However, I later got caught up in a different kind of bad boy: the kind who didn't cheat but still found a way to wreck my life.
But no more.
I tore up the sketch of Nick into a hundred little pieces.
Never again.
I 'd found it hard to sleep the night before I started my new job, butterflies fluttering around like wild things in my belly as I worried about the next day. When I managed to drift to sleep, it was with the hope that my manager would be very much a younger version of Stu. I could deal with a Stu.
So it was with more than the usual amount of first-day jitters that I stepped into INKarnate on Monday, which was probably why I almost tripped over my own feet at the sight before me.
Simon was standing in front of the marble reception desk talking quietly to a very tall guy who had his back to me. I got a brief glimpse of strong, broad shoulders and long legs before he turned and my eyes collided with his bright green ones.
Holy . . .
My stomach plummeted.
Dread filled me.
Please, no, no, no. Be a customer. Please be a customer.
Those eyes crinkled attractively at the corners as their gorgeous owner threw me a friendly, boyish smile that penetrated my anti-bad-boy force field. The eyes and smile would have brought me low on their own, but unfortunately those eyes and that smile were enhanced by sexy scruff on the stranger's jaw, and the messy, unkempt strawberry blond hair that framed his attractive face. If that wasn't enough to affect a woman, the tall, handsome stranger had a fit body. A very fit body by the look of things. His navy T-shirt did nothing to hide the perfect V of his torso or his lean, muscular arms. And those arms were covered in elaborate, hot tattoos.
"Shannon," Simon greeted me, yanking my gaze away from the stunning disaster in front of me. "This is Cole, our manager."
Was fate really this heartless?
Cole grinned at me again, and familiarity punched me in the chest along with dismay as he took a few steps toward me and held out his hand. "Cole Walker. It's nice to meet you, Shannon."
I reluctantly stepped forward and took his hand in mine.
I instantly regretted it.
His strong, slightly callused hand with the chunky silver ring on its middle finger felt really nice. It engulfed my small one and I felt surrounded by him.
I ripped my hand away, unable to meet my new manager's gaze. My eyes dropped to the loosely laced black engineer boots his dark jeans were tucked into.
"Shannon?" Cole said my name like a question and I had to unglue my eyes from his feet to meet his gaze. Up close the familiarity I'd felt moments ago only strengthened in feeling as he narrowed his eyes on me. He took in my hair for a few long seconds.
Recognition slammed through me.
No way.
"So, are you a hero, Cole Walker?"
"What is a hero, really?"
Months, even years, after our meeting outside my gran's house all those years ago, I'd often thought of the good-looking boy I'd connected with after only a few minutes of conversation.
Cole Walker.
Cole freaking Walker.
All grown-up.
And he was my new manager.
I was so screwed. I'd be less screwed, though, if he didn't remember me, which I was pretty sure he wouldn't. A guy like him—he was bound to have flirty conversations with women every day. No way would he remember a random conversation with a short, pale redhead nine years ago.
"I know you." Cole stepped back, tilting his head as he scrutinized me with a small smile on his lips. He looked charmed by me, which immediately sent my force field back up at full power. "Shannon." Unbelievably, recognition lit up his beautiful eyes. "We've met." He grinned back at a smiling Simon before returning his attention to me. His eyes were filled with pleased surprise. "On Scotland Street. Years ago."
He waited for me to respond.
I could tell him I remembered him, but surely that would only encourage the flirtiness I saw glittering in his gaze. I remembered he liked my hair and my eyes. Who was to say he didn't still like my hair and my eyes, and moreover would like a chance to see said hair spilled across his pillow as he screwed me? A screwing that he would most likely promptly follow up with screwing me over.
Keeping my face perfectly blank, I shook my head. "Sorry. I don't remember."
Disappointment caused his smile to wilt. "Really? We talked about bands and zombies and stuff. Your boyfriend picked you up. You're from Glasgow."
Christ, did he have a photographic memory?
I only just managed to stop myself from wrinkling my nose in annoyance. "I am from Glasgow," I answered calmly, not unfriendly but not friendly either. "And my gran lived on Scotland Street, but I don't remember you. Sorry."
Simon tried to muffle a snort of laughter behind Cole.
Cole shot him a displeased look over his shoulder and Simon turned around with an innocent whistle and casually walked into the back.
Sighing, my new manager turned to me with a frown puckering his brow. "You really don't remember me?"
"Sorry." I shrugged apathetically, which only caused his frown to deepen.
"Long time ago, I suppose." He continued to stare at me in an assessing way and I began to squirm uncomfortably. The more he stared, the more I stared, and the more I stared, the more I noticed how deliciously lickable he was.
The tattoos only made him more so.
I blamed the artist in me for my weakness for a man with great tattoos. There was what looked like initials worked into a tribal design tattooed on the left side of his neck. On his left arm was a sleeve tattoo in black ink of a wolf standing on a rocky precipice. It sketched upward into his biceps, and the upper body of a woman in profile appeared to transform out of the top of the wolf's head—her face was upturned; her hair billowed in the wind and disappeared under the fabric of his T-shirt. On his right arm in a reddish brown and black ink was a flying eagle, the tips of its wings disappearing under his T-shirt too. Dangling from the eagle's talons was an old-fashioned pocket watch, but I couldn't make out what time was set on it.
"You like what you see?"
I blinked at the innuendo in Cole's voice, dragging my eyes from his tattoos to his face. He was wearing this sexy little smirk that would have worked like a charm on me a few months ago.
But a lot had happened since then. I raised an eyebrow. "Do you flirt with all your new employees?" I said, unamused and pretending to be unimpressed.
Cole's smirk turned into a grin as his eyes roamed over my hair. "I've never had one like you before," he murmured.
"Efficient, smart, responsible, reliable?" I said through gritted teeth.
Laughter danced in his eyes. "Well, I hope you're all those things too." Clearly pleased with himself, he chuckled and turned around to head toward the reception desk. "Good hair, by the way," he shot over his shoulder.
For the first time in years I cursed my bloody hair.
"I'm thinking about dyeing it pink," I lied as I followed him behind the desk.
Clicking the mouse on the computer, Cole muttered, "And I'm really a tattooist by day and a time-traveling immortal highlander by night."
Before I could respond, he threw me a wry smile and gestured to the computer with a nod of his head. "Desktop." The mouse moved over the screen as he showed me the digital appointment book, the spreadsheet on which they kept their supplies updated, a list of their suppliers' contact details, and a folder with information on regular clients.
"Now." He sighed and threw me an apologetic look. "We have an issue with filing." He turned around, his arm brushing mine as he did so, and unfortunately I couldn't stop my body from reacting to the touch. The hairs on my arms stood on end, and the blood heated in my cheeks. Cole didn't seem to notice as he waved an arm at the huge closet in front of us—the one with the masses of paper files. "Our last assistant was completely inept—"
"And a fucking homophobe," Simon's voice snarled in my ear, and I jumped in fright to discover he was standing at my shoulder.
"Which was why our last assistant was canned," Cole informed me. When I looked back at him he was studying me warily. "You're not a homophobe, are you, Shannon?"
I barely registered the question. He had a lovely accent—it was refined and lilting and it did gorgeous things to the sound of my name.
Realizing they were both now tensely waiting on an answer, I hurried to assure Simon, "Definitely not. Love's just love, right?"
Simon relaxed and smiled at me. "Love's just love, sweetheart," he agreed.
I smiled back at him, but when my gaze returned to Cole, my smile wilted. He had been staring at me with this disarming look in his eyes, a soft look that made me feel things I had no right feeling. At the sudden change in my demeanor, Cole frowned, clearly confused by my reaction to him.
"So, the files . . . ?" I urged.
Cole blinked. "Files? Oh, right, files." He cleared his throat and gestured back to the closet. "These are Stu's files before he went digital. We don't need them—they date back to when the studio first opened—but Stu wants to keep them. Our boss can be a bit stubborn sometimes." He said it with such affection I knew Stu's stubbornness didn't bother Cole in the least. "The files were moved when a pipe burst in Stu's office, but the assistant who moved them turned them into a disorganized mess. Accounting files have been mixed up with art files and they're all out of chronological order. I'd like you to reorganize it whenever you're not needed on reception."
I took a step toward the mess. "Why don't I digitize them instead? It'll free up the space in here. The mess doesn't exactly give the greatest impression to your customers."
Cole seemed to consider it. "It'll take you longer . . ."
I shrugged. "I like to keep busy."
His eyes moved over the top of my head to Simon. "Can it be? We finally hired a receptionist who knows what she's doing and actually wants to work?"
"Bigger miracles have occurred," Simon said, a smile in his voice.
Feeling immediately flustered, I pretended otherwise by turning to the reception desk. "Where's the printer?"
"It's in Stu's office. I'll get it and bring it here for you." Cole strode toward the back rooms and disappeared down the corridor. My eyes followed him against my will.
"Don't worry," Simon said.
"Worry about what?"
He gave a huff of laughter. "About getting your knickers in a twist over Cole. He has a tendency to have that affect on people. Believe me, I've never wished harder for someone to miraculously wake up gay one morning."
Despite being annoyed that Simon had somehow guessed my immediate attraction to our boss, I couldn't help giggling. "What about Tony?"
Simon waved my question off. "We both have fantasy lists of people we're allowed to fuck if they ever turned gay. Channing Tatum is on his. Cole's on mine."
"Does Cole know you fancy him?"
"He's seen my whole list. Tony printed them for evidence of our pact in case fantasy ever becomes reality."
I was still stuck on the fact that Cole knew Simon fancied him and yet seemed perfectly at ease with him. "Doesn't it bother Cole that you fancy him?"
Simon grunted. "Why would it?"
"Some men, particularly men like Cole, are weird about that stuff. The idiots think it threatens their manhood."
"Speaking from experience, are you?"
I made a face at the thought of my ex. "I once knew a guy who beat the shit out of a bloke who came on to him in a bar. It was one of the ugliest things I've ever seen." Blinking away the memories, I discovered Simon staring at me with an arrested look on his face. It was as though he sensed it wasn't the only ugly thing I'd ever seen, and wanted to know why. The thought of anyone in my new life knowing what I'd been through caused a wall to shoot up inside me; its impenetrableness must have been reflected in my suddenly blank expression.
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3.5 STars ~Reviewed by ANN & posted at Under the Covers Book Blog ECHOES OF SCOTLAND STREET is a book that I was very looking forward to because of Cole Walker. He was such a great presence in the other books in the series so I was eager for him to get his happily ever after. While I adored Cole more in this book, I don't think I can say the same for his heroine, Shannon MacLeod. I didn't hate her but I thought that there were too many flaws in her character that made the book a little more difficult to read. With her judgemental ways and tendency to jump to conclusions about someone else's character, it really made me see her in a different light right off the bat, especially since her conclusions about Cole weren't based on anything solid. As she tries to distance herself from him, it just made the conflict of the story seem very weak. One simple clarification could have easily fixed the conflict and as a result, I just didn't enjoy this book as much as I thought I would. When a Contemporary Romance roots itself in those kinds of conflicts, I tend to lose interest quickly unfortunately. I waited patiently for Shannon to win me over, but I found that she didn't completely do that by the end of the book. She never quite made me feel like she was good enough for Cole and as a result, I don't think she ever really grew on me as a heroine. Samantha Young excels at dialogue and it's one of the things that really makes the books fun. Cole and his co-workers all have a wonderful dynamic and when you add the previous characters into the mix, you have a great number of characters who you easily come to love. Because of that, readers often have formed attachments to characters like I have with Cole and expect wonderful things for them. I guess because my expectations didn't line up with what happened with this book, my rating is lower than usual. For me, the dialogue really saved this book whereas, ironically enough, the miscommunication between Cole and Shannon affected how much I enjoyed it. *ARC provided by publisher
I could not love this series more. Every single one has been excellent. Can't wait for more!
I'll admit - I thought I might have a hard time getting into Cole's story. I mean, I still think of him as the 14-year-old sweet kid from book #2. Even though we caught a glimpse of grown-up Cole in Hannah's book, it wasn't the same as him being front and center. And sexy. And a dirty-talker. I think Samantha Young knew that we might still have a remnant of teenage Cole in our minds when we started Echoes of Scotland Street. Which is why she eases us into it. The first scene in the book is between 15-year-old Cole and 15-year-old Shannon. They have this awesome conversation outside his grandmother's house. Shannon likens him to a Tony Stark, Clark Kent or a Peter Parker. She says Cole Walker is a super hero name. So true. Flash forward a bunch of years and Cole is all grown up. He's put his drawing talents to good use as the star tattooist at a well-renowned shop in Edinburgh. He's been surrounded by people who love him and are interested in him. Shannon, on the other hand, has been in one failed relationship after another. And, after the disastrous end of her last one, her family has pretty much written her off as a lost cause. Shannon is seriously in need of a super hero. But, she sees Cole as the villain with his tats and his piercings - just like all her other boyfriends. There is one thing about Echoes of Scotland Street that I loved more than anything. It might surprise you. For a bit, this book goes along like many others. Cole pursues Shannon. She blows him off. On and on we go with only Cole's persistence and confidence and Shannon's inane stubbornness to pull them through the story. I have to tell you - so many times, I sit here and think that there's no guy who would put up with so much crap from a girl. The best thing is, Cole doesn't. He truly is one of the best book boyfriends ever. Because, when Shannon's words and actions prove to be too much, he tells her so and writes her off. I loved it. It proved how comfortable he is in his own skin. And that he has a strong moral compass and isn't a doormat. All necessary qualities in a good man. And, as it turns out, Cole's stand was exactly the kick in the pants that Shannon needed. Once she saw beneath the false mask she herself had constructed on him, she was able to see Cole's inner hero. And it was then that he was able to do things for her she didn't even dream of. Your mind went right in the gutter, yeah? I meant That Cole was able to help Shannon conquer the demons of her past and to start to work through a lot of the guilt she was harboring. But, truthfully, grown-up Cole is a sexy beast who knows his way around the bedroom. Samantha Young doesn't let us down - this book is super hot and super satisfying in every way. We see lots of our favorite couples from previous books too. And, we get to meet the subject of the next book in this incredible series. It's a brand new guy - I'll keep it a surprise, but suffice to say, I'm already jonesing for his story. In the meantime, Echoes of Scotland Street will tide you over. It's everything you love in the On Dublin Street series.
I loved Cole's story and continue to fall more in love with the entire family.
I am a big fan of Samantha Young and this series. This time around we get Cole and Shannon's story. They shared a brief encounter when they were just teenagers that neither one of them forgot. Reunited years later but Shannon is no longer the girl she used to be. Ms. Young knows how to grab the reader. I found myself enjoying their story despite the fact that I couldn't stand the way Shannon treated Cole a lot of the time. I tried sympathizing with her and her past but found it hard at times to understand why she took that out on Cole without provocation. I'm winding down to the last few books and don't want to say goodbye to these couples.
Love, recommend, get lost in the lives that have been created, ...I knowwwww did?
Echoes of Scotland Street by Samantha Young (Audio Edition) Narrated by Elle Newlands On Dublin Street Series #5 4 Stars - Cole was everything I knew he would be. Caring, strong and not a player which was awesome. This book was quite enjoyable. I do wish it would have been from Cole's point of view as he's the character we've read about from the past 5 books. That said, he was very upfront with his thoughts so even though this book was from Shannon's pov, we still got to see most of what he is thinking. Shannon was coming out of a bad relationship and I felt she progressed through her emotions well. Also, the secondary characters in this story were a lively bunch and only added to the story. Elle Newlands did a fantastic job as narrator. She puts a lot of feeling and emotion in her performances. ~Paragraphs and Petticoats~
I can't believe how much has happened since the first book, On Dublin Street. It's unreal to see how the "old gang" has been doing, years later. We don't often get that opportunity with books. It's like having an extra long epilogue. I'm all for that! In Echoes of Scotland Street, we get Cole and Shannon's story. Remember Cole? He was the shy, sweet kid from Down London Road? Well, he's all grown up now. I'm happy to say that he turned out well! Jo did an excellent job of raising him. I have to say, I was a little worried about him in the beginning, however, and I thought that this was going to be the one book in this series that I wasn't going to like. You see, Cole was kind of...pushy? forward? in the beginning, and did not seem to take hints that his advances might not be welcomed. I wasn't sure how Shannon would deal with that. I was pleased that Cole listened and took heed to Shannon's feelings. I had mixed feelings about Shannon. Her family and her prior boyfriends really did a number on this girl. There were times that I wanted to scream at her to get it together and to quit overthinking things. You only had to see how much Cole was cherished by those around him, in order to see what kind of guy he really was. That boy had the patience of a saint, let me tell you. Other times, I could understand where Shannon was coming from, and why she felt the way she did. There's no way she could have gotten over everything in a few short weeks. In Echoes of Scotland Street, we get to meet a new batch of characters. I liked them okay, and it was nice to meet the friends in Cole's life, but I would have liked more time with the old characters who I love so much. Yes, they are still in the book, but I am greedy and wanted more time with them. All in all, this was a great book by Samantha Young, and I flew through the pages quickly. I am getting ready to read the last book, Moonlight on Nightingale Way. It's going to be bittersweet, and I know that I will be cherishing each word and sentence. I'm just not ready to say good-bye, yet.
Never disappointed, and I love catching up with all of the characters' stories!
Love Samantha Young books. Glad she finally wrote about Cole's story!
I did it! I'm all caught up on the On Dublin Street series and ready for Moonlight on Nightingale Way releasing in June 2015! I know I am way late to the ODS party, but I was belatedly excited when I finally met Cole in Down London Road and then realized the Echoes on Scotland Street was his book. I really liked him as a kid and couldn't wait to see what he would be like as an adult. Unfortunately, this book a little disappointing and the characters lacked that special spark found in some of the other previous stories. We first met Cole in Down London Road as Jo's little brother, all angsty and artistic. Growing up, his dad wasn't around and his mom was a drunk, so he largely depended on Jo. After Jo and Cam got together, Cam took Cole under his wing, enrolling him in judo and encouraging his art. How adorable. Echoes on Scotland Street takes place nearly nine years after Down London Road. Our little Cole is all grown up and one of the top tattoo artists in Scotland. Cam and Shannon couple met years ago as teens on Scotland Street, a moment that neither of them forgot. As fate would have it, they meet again when Shannon MacLeod moves to Edinburgh and walks right into the same tattoo shop Cole works, INKarnate. After a string of abusive relationships, Shannon decides to turn over a new leaf in a new city with new friends. This book had a good beginning. New girl in town with sad past meets boy, wrongly judges boy based on looks and past experiences, pisses boy off, cue tension. The chemistry between Cole and Shannon was way off for me in this book. I didn't feel that spark and connection that I felt with couples in previous books. After Shannon pushed Cole away, she began really seeing him for who he was — a nice guy. But all of her remarks about how attractive Cole was seemed overdone. Overall, their relationship seemed forced to me. Further, so many of the sex scenes were borderline cheesy and lacked that signature Samantha Young tension. What I did like about this book was seeing where everyone is so many years after the beginning of this series. Braden's hair is graying and Joss (or should I say J.B. Carmichael) is a bestselling author. All of our beloved couples have kids and Cole is doing so well. I love that Elodie and Clark still have Sunday dinners Each new person who joins them has an instant family – I loved that. Their family is truly a family that sticks together, even if most of them are not blood. * I received an advanced copy from the publisher in exchange for an honest review. 2.5 stars
3.5 Stars - The 5th installment in the ODS series is all about Cole Walker—Jo's wee brother, first introduced in Down London Road. With the love and support of the Carmichael-Nichols-Sutherland-MacCabe-Sawyer clan, Cole has grown into a confident, creative, down-to-earth, easy to talk to, intelligent, caring and compassionate adult, despite what his appearance might suggest to people. At a few inches over six feet with broad-shoulders and an amazing body, it isn't his natural good looks that raises eyebrows and turns heads ... it's his tattoos. Having worked at INKarnate, an award-winning tattoo studio, since he was a teenager, Cole went on to graduate from the Edinburgh College of Art, earning a reputation as one of the best tattooists in Scotland. But underneath his bad-boy exterior lies a loyal, family-oriented man who has never been a fan of casual, opting for relationships instead. The story begins with a flash back to a chance encounter on Scotland Street between a 15-year-old Cole Walker and a 15-year-old Shannon MacLeod who share a few minutes of random conversation before going their separate ways. From there, each of their lives take very different turns, but that brief moment they'd shared together leaves an indelible impression upon them both. Nine years later... Shannon has come to Edinburgh to start over, wanting to keep distance from her old life. She'd always gone for the wrong type of man, drifting from one toxic relationship to the next. Her last boyfriend—the pièce de résistance. So Shannon's sworn off men—especially those of the bad-boy player variety. But ironically, the only interview she's landed since moving there is with INKarnate, a place that embodies everything she's running from at the moment. Cole is exactly the sort of guy that Shannon wants to avoid—gorgeous, tattooed, charming, cocky, and seemingly determined to pull her from her self-imposed solitude, causing her to unjustly lash out at him. But with a childhood marred by abuse and neglect, Cole has no interest in waisting his time on someone he doesn't think is worth it. As Shannon realizes how unfair and irrational her comments were and opens up to Cole about everything she's been through, he begins to see that all the assumptions she'd made about him had absolutely nothing to do with him. And before long, the passion between them ignites to blazing levels. But when Shannon's past comes back to haunt her, her fears may destroy the trust Cole has built between them—and tear them apart for good.... Hmm... I had slightly higher expectations for Cole's story. Fans of the series fell in love with the sweet, artistic, irresistible young teen who was fiercely protective of his big sister in Down London Road, and watched him mature with each new installment. Now he's a sexy, successful, swoon-worthy adult who, after such a difficult childhood, I'd hoped would find a wonderful woman. Shannon wasn't it. Perhaps it was because I already felt such a strong emotional connection to him going into this story that I found Shannon's assumptions about Cole to be overly judgmental. Overall, I didn't love it, nor did I hate it. The friendship and camaraderie amongst the secondary characters at INKarnate was highly entertaining, which was a bonus. Another well-written read in the ODS series, Echoes on Scotland Street is a sensual story wrought with sexual-tension, misunderstandings, forgiveness and hope with a satisfying HEA.
This was another wonderful love story by one of most favorite authors & Ms. Young never disappoints. The plot & writing is first-rate, the characters well developed & plenty of steam- just perfect! Thank You!!
Great continuation of the series. Recommend!
I love the On Dublin Street Series. Echoes of Scotland Street is the 5th book in the series and is Cole Walker's story. We've seen Cole as he grows up in each of the novels, and I've been so excited for him to finally get his story and find his own happily ever after. In fact, he's turned into one sexy beast, and I just loved him and everything about him in this installment. Shannon MacLeod is new to the series and is Cole's love interest. Of all the female leads so far in the series, she has been my least favorite, but she did grow on me as the story progressed, just not as much as the other females thus far in the series. She's had a tough go of it though, and as you get further into the story, you find out why she is the way she is and reacts the way she does to certain things. You also get to find out a lot more about Cole's past, which just makes you want to hug him and squeeze him even more. The romance in the story is hot, sexy, and chemistry filled, as are all of Samantha Young's novels. Another thing I love about the book is that it incorporates all the previous characters from the series into the story and I really enjoyed getting glimpses of them and seeing where they were at and what they were doing at this point in their lives. Overall, Echoes of Scotland Street is another great installment in a series that I've fully enjoyed. Samantha Young delivers another hot guy and another steamy romance to all her fans all wrapped up in a great story..........I mean, what more could a contemporary romance fan ask for.
Amazing book. I love books that give off a sense of realism. Without that aspect the book would appear bland. Cole's story was a great addition to this series and I can't wait for Logan's.
I've yet to be disappointed with any of Samantha Young's books. Just wish there were more out there to read!!
Title: Echoes of Scotland Street Author: Samantha Young Publisher: NAL Series On Dublin Street #5 Reviewed By: Arlena Dean Rating: 4.5 Review: "Echoes of Scotland Street" by Samantha Young Book Description: "Shannon MacLeod has always gone for the wrong type of man. After she drifted from one toxic relationship to the next, her last boyfriend gave her a wakeup call in the worst possible way. With her world shattered, she's sworn off men—especially those of the bad-boy variety. Cole Walker is exactly the sort that Shannon wants to avoid—gorgeous, tattooed, charming, and cocky. But his rough exterior hides a good man who's ready to find "the one." He's determined to pull Shannon from her self-imposed solitude and win her heart. As Shannon opens up in the face of Cole's steady devotion, the passion between them ignites to blazing levels. But when Shannon's past comes back to haunt her, her fears may destroy the trust Cole has built between them—and tear them apart for good… What I liked about this novel.... I thought this was a sweet read of how these two met while teenagers for a short time then going on a different path ending up survivors of 'cruel hands' that fate lead them. We see from the read that Coles hard life has left him a kind hearted and protective young man (with tattoos)while Shannon has horrible physical and emotional scars that she finds that even though she has moved to a new town she is still flagged with past memories. This was some read of having loved someone who constantly belittle you and making you believer you are worthless, definitely having your self esteem and confidence completely knocked out of you. What will happen when Cole and Shannon meet again? This is where I say you must pick up this well written inspiring story to find out how this author presents to so well to the reader. This is this authors fifth series of 'On Dublin Street' and this one where Cole is now a intensed handsome tattooed man who is a tattoo artist. Now reconnecting with Shannon he knows that she is the one for him but will she be willing to take a chance with this 'bad boy' since she had been burned by a string of bad boys that almost destroyed her? But is Cole all bad? Will Shannon be willing to take a chance with this charismatic, charming, sexy and tattooed guy? This is where I say you will have to pick up this well written series to see for yourself how well this author presents it to the reader. I will say that the sex scenes were off the chart 'provocative, sensual and so very passionate. The characters for this most part where many were from some of the series as well as this one were well defined, developed, realistic, colorful, believable and even the dysfunctional ones....all giving the reader the attention needed to keep ones interest during the read. I found this story a good contemporary novel from where you may be brought from tears to laughter as you read through this emotional and intensed read with some rough and gritty edges. But in the end you are given a romantic read that will make you ... well I will stop here and say read it for yourself and you will see how this story focus on second chances for this hero and heroine!
I'll admit, I put off reading this book for a little while because I was afraid I would be uncomfortable reading about Cole as the role of romantic lead. Since I devoured this series in a short period of time, I watched Cole grow up as a minor character in the other novels. I thought it might be hard to separate the man he is today from Jo's baby brother, as I knew him. Yes, it was a little awkward at first, but I got over that pretty fast. I've loved all the men in the On Dublin Street series, but Cole is probably my favorite. *sigh* He's just so swoony. (And I only feel slightly uncomfortable saying that now.) I do think Samantha Young realized it might be difficult for some readers to embrace Cole as a sexy man after reading about him as a kid for so long. She wrote the book in a way that introduces him as he is now without getting too sexy, too quickly. We got a little glimpse of him as a grown man in Fall From India Place, but he's center stage now. What a man he's grown into! He's a tattoo artist who is renowned for his work. He might be a big, beefy guy with tattoos, but he has a heart of gold underneath. He still carries with him the pain of his upbringing by a truly terrible mother. I just want to hug him and tell him it will be all right. Remember when Cole met that pretty little redhead at his grandma's house at the end of Before Jamaica Lane? She's back! Can I tell you how much I LOVE THAT? I'm so glad they brought her back around. Shannon MacLeod has had a string failed relationships with bad-for-her men and she's officially sworn off bad boys forever. When she gets a job at INKarnate, it's a blessing and a curse. With it comes new friends in a new town, a place to live and ... working side-by-side with Cole Walker. The guy she's afraid she shouldn't have walked away from years ago. Of course, all signs point to bad boy, so she tries her best to avoid the pull she still feels for him. Avoiding Cole doesn't last for long. I don't know how she resisted him as long as she did, in all honesty. He had no problem letting her know he was interested in her. Afraid of getting hurt, she pushed him away over and over again. It took a fight, and a moment of clarity thanks to Hannah, to bring her around. I was so glad it did. I loved them together. They had tons of chemistry and they were pretty hot together. Cole is all man now... and he's a little bit dirty. (I am NOT complaining. It was smoking hot.) As unsure as I was about reading this book, I have to admit that I really, really enjoyed it. It was a great second chance story, of sorts, with characters I couldn't help but love. Well, one I already loved but that I got to get to know in a different way. I really enjoy this series. I feared this would be the last book because I didn't know which other secondary character could possibly get a book of their own. Thank goodness it is not the end! Shannon's brother Logan was introduced during this book and will have his own story early next year. Hooray! I received a copy of this book from the publisher, via NetGalley, in exchange for an honest review.


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The blue allure of a northeast Colorado sky is both a burden binding a person to the prairie and a breathy whisper urging flight. Shunning the weight to favor the whisper, I broke from home at 25, grasping a gold band and a diploma. Only the young can bear such glossy, honest hope. As I marched, I lost one gold band and acquired another, joined, then, by two graceful and well-loved daughters. This second match ended staggeringly after a pair of slippery decades, with my finger painfully shed of its gold.
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I live, now, in the house he built, where so long ago I was formed, judged, and released. It, and the massive, forever sky, are my most clear reference points. Long undone is the hopeful, flighty blue whisper, and while the landscape seems familiar it is curiously dulled. I'm left blurred and myopic, as when winter wind flings bitter, obscuring flakes.
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Many people online are expressing shock and outrage at a new video from Saudi-owned Al Arabiya called "Understanding the Qatar Airways ban."
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Hello everyone!! Today I am sharing a series I LOVE again with you just cuz I wanna make sure you know how cool it is! LOL! And I have a giveaway!
Title: Saved by the Spell (Book Two of the Anna Wolfe Series)
Author: Casey Keen
Genre: Paranormal & Urban Fantasy Romance
Expected Release Date: October 11, 2013
Reveal Host: Lady Amber's Tours
Two worlds in danger.
A Grand Witch behind bars.
A stunning Werewolf and a devilishly handsome Warlock's pursuit for her affections.
You think you have it bad? Grand Witch Anna Wolfe awakens to find herself imprisoned by Micah, the Prince of Darkness. Micah's on a quest for world domination—and it's not just the Netherworld that's in danger. The human world is threatened as well. Now, it's up to Anna to escape from Micah's clutches so she can locate The Scholars and an ancient book before both falls into the wrong hands.
With a fiercely loyal Werewolf and immensely powerful Warlock by her side, what can go wrong?
A lot apparently.
If fighting off the Prince of Darkness wasn't enough, Anna's emotions are a whirlwind, as she battles between what fate demands and what she actually wants.
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…His magic continues its course through me, draining all of mine. I need to resist… to fight him. I have to do something before he has the chance to completely snuff me out or find The Scholars. My jaw clenches and my hands roll into tight balls. My shoulders tense, preparing myself for the upcoming battle. I focus all of my energy into stopping him. Bit by bit, my magic shoves its way past his like a bully on a schoolyard. His grip stiffens. A trickle of blood glides down the side of my forearm from his piercing fingernails.
"Go ahead, Anna, fight me. I guarantee it will only hurt you more."
I throw every memory and emotion Micah has created or tarnished, tossing them into the raging furnace of hate burning inside of me. I slam my eyelids shut and Valen's face pops inside my head. I need to get back to him. I squeeze my eyes tightly, channeling all the vigor I have, hoping to push Micah out. A fissure breaks right down the middle of his magic, allowing mine to explode to the surface. I feel his power retreat as mine conquers his. I flip my eyes open, stealing a glimpse of his face…
My Review:
I was hooked from book one! And now, book two is not only great, it's exceeding my expectations and making me wait for book three is pretty much killing me!! Anna is captured at the end of book one, and starting in this one, you see who has her, where he has her, why he has her, and what he plans on doing with her. Let's just say the creeptastic factor has just sky rocketed. WOAH. AND, everyone back at home is scrambling to try to figure out a way to get her out. This one is also written a little different. Since Anna is captured, you can't know what's going on, so you still get Anna's first person POV, but you also get a third person POV from the others at home. I think this made for an interesting take. Stupid Micah stealing Anna away has made this little interesting change very intriguing.
Anna is learning to fight really hard, for her life, for her survival, and just outright for her. And Martello, Janie and Kristy are all doing their parts at home to try to help find ways to find Anna. Roman and Valen are now almost outright fighting for Anna's attentions. Micah is just creepy. He's definitely scary and I want to run away, quickly, with large steps. And as Anna learns more about herself, her love life, it's quite complicated, and it's only going to get worse, things are spiraling into somethings awesomely crazy!
I just can't talk about the guys right now. I mean, Micah may think he's in the running, if only by force, but I just want him to die…. Valen and Roman, well now that's a whole new set of wine glasses. I like them both, one more than the other, but I won't say anything, as you just need to read this one on your own 🙂
This one is maybe a little slower in the beginning as you are learning as Anna is about her kidnapping, but once things start up, you will need a seat belt to hold on to your seat. It is way fast paced and if I can just say, HOLY SHIT BATMAN-HOW YOU GUNNA LEAVE ME LIKE THAT AGAIN!!!! There is another, very epic, mouth opening, jaw dropping, pee on yourself cliff hanger. If you aren't a fan of cliff hangers, this one may kill you. I'm so very impressed! A GREAT, PHENOMENAL, WHIRLWIND RIDING 5 PAWS!!
Book 1, I'll Be Damned
I'll Be Damned, Book 1 of the Anna Wolfe Series
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Book Length: 437 pages
Publisher: Nevermore Press
A sister kidnapped.
An impending war between Heaven and Hell looming around the corner.
A Grand Witch who has no idea what she is.
The Prince of Darkness's obsession in claiming her.
Two sinfully gorgeous men pulling her in two different directions.
As the owner of the coffee shop Deja Brew in Savannah, Georgia, Anna thought her life was ordinary. That is until her sister is kidnapped by a demon, prompting two handsome men to march into her life unexpectedly. Valen, the sinfully gorgeous, overprotective werewolf who is Anna's sworn guardian and Roman, the most handsome and powerful Warlock in the entire Netherworld.
Suddenly, her world is stripped of everything she knows and replaced with frightening news about who she really is – a powerful Grand Witch. Now, it's up to her to draw out her dormant magic, rescue her sister and stop an impending heavenly war threatening to eradicate the human race all while staying alive.
…Searing, damp stones press into my cheek, squishing my other eye closed. I sit up, wiping the nasty grime off my face. The slickness of it makes me wince. God knows what it is. I try to take a deep breath, but fail. Breathing is a chore in the dense, blistering air. It feels like I'm inhaling globs of boiling water. I stand, allowing my limbs time to regain their balance. Suddenly, I'm running down a passageway without any light to guide me… Thousands of butterflies take flight in my stomach as a current of air swiftly engulfs me. I'm falling at a high rate of speed, like the dip in a roller coaster, minus the excitement and safety harnesses. I try to scream, but panic hijacks my voice. I hit the bottom hard, miraculously unscathed.
I stand, wiping a sticky substance off my jeans. I try not to dwell on it. Lifting my arms, I extend them in front of me, searching for a doorway. My hands grope over the hundreds of clammy bricks surrounding me like the bottom of a well. In the loud silence, I hear my name, but Janie isn't calling me. This voice is lower than a whisper, almost inaudible. Am I losing my mind? Confinement in closed quarters and pitch-black darkness have been known to do that. Again, I hear my name… Anna… It echoes off the tightly enclosed walls, and smacks my ears. It grows louder before abruptly stopping. A velvet voice soothes my sore ears, but makes me jump backwards. The back of my head rams the wall, forcing me to slink onto the ground. My muscles tense and my entire body begins to throb. I prop myself against the bricks, hoping it will cease. I attempt to fold my legs into my chest, but they rebel in pain. I focus my thoughts on survival, rather than the insects I know must be blanketing the ground…
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My Review
What if I said I am soooo mad!!! Wanna know why…. BECAUSE I HAVE TO WAIT! This book was a refreshing, fun, adventurous read, and just when I was all serious, it's the end. LOL Yeah I really liked this one. I know it's going to be a series, because I will seriously put a cajun hurtin' on someone if they don't gimme the rest soon. 🙂 LOL OK, now that I've gotten that part out, let's talk goodies. First, this story starts out with a normal girl. She isn't anything special, she owns a cool coffee shop in Georgia, she has some pretty cool friends- who made me giggle lots- she has a slightly crazy and unhinged family, but they are sweet… And then one day she starts getting these weird messages that someone is coming for her. AND THEN her world literally spins painfully out of control.
Anna is complicated. I really liked her character, except I swear to God, if she doesn't get smart and stop making the most STUPID decisions ever, I am going to kick her… yeah ok. LOL First, I like her because she has a normal every day life. She's insecure from the last bad news dude, but she's doing her thing with her coffee shop, and she has a fun girl friend who keeps her upbeat, and my favorite is her gay bartending friend who literally made the story for me. I like that she does grow as a character… except… seriously, when people are out to get you, and the person trying to protect you say "stay here"… DO NOT go running off by yourself… like ten times. HAHAHAHA This of course causes lots of actions scenes to come about, but I totally wanted to punch her in the face. She talks about not being the stupid girl in the horror movies she watches, and then she does it. And yet, I can't find it in myself to dislike her. She's grown on me, and she's an interesting character, and I really want her to make it out of her predicament. 🙂
Valen and Roman are HAWT!!! H-O-TTTTTTT!!! Seriously. I am of course all Team Valen- I mean come on, he's a werewolf so of course I chose him. BUT, Roman is seriously got a few of my hairs kinked. He's hot in a totally different way. Valen is the sweet, kind, over protective WOLF, who of course goes hot and cold and I wanna beat him up too. LOL Then Roman is Mr Serious face, who is all about learning the hard way, but dude is like walking Man Candy! GO TEAM VALEN…. BUT I really hope Team Roman gets a good girl 🙂 Maybe Kristi or Janie 🙂
Then there's Micah…. Soooo, you know the saying "The devil in the church hat"…. Dude is smoking hot, seriously powerful, and TOTALLY EVIL CRAY CRAY!!! And it only gets worse from there. I have a feeling Lucifer is going to make an appearance soon and I totally can't wait to see how that's gunna play out. 🙂 Anyways, the plot- major interesting. I wasn't expecting that last little twist. And seriously, that ending, you are totally killing me. Well placed cliff hanger. I need some hints soon though. I am very intrigued with how the author writes. It's easy which makes the flow of the book so much better. I am seriously excited for book two to come out, even if I'm also impatient. I recommend this to anyone who likes paranormals and urban fantasy. It's got almost everything you could want! 5 WOLFISHLY, MAGICALLY DELICIOUS PAWS !!!
Author Bio:
I was born in Philadelphia, PA and grew up in the suburban outskirts of this amazing city. I love anything paranormal and/or supernatural – seriously I live in Philadelphia! For those of you who don't know, this city is an awesomely haunted place! This healthy paranormal addiction has provided me the motivation to write my first book, "I'll Be Damned." I graduated from Drexel University with a Bachelor's Degree in Psychology and I'm currently working on the Anna Wolfe Series
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Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/WolfeSeries
Twitter: https://twitter.com/AnnaWolfeSeries
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Casey-Keen/e/B00C0XICK0/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1
You Yube link: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC6S9Vtgh9Iscn7QjP8LmlvQ
Ok, so leave me a comment, and I'll pick a winner to win BOTH BOOKS! 🙂 Yep, we're giving away both to a winner! 😉 you're welcome hahahaha 🙂
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Widely condemned as racist and offensive, the US President told the four Democrats known as 'the Squad' to return to the "broken and crime infested places from which they came".
Despite the almost unanimous criticism, Brexit Party leader Farage has praised Mr Trump's words as being politically shrewd.
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David William Feherty is a popular golfer who belongs to the USA. He is a former golfer on PGA tour as well as on European tour. After the retirement from the sports world, David joined as a television personality. This American golfer is best known for his stunning and extraordinary performance in the professional field. Presently David is associated with CBS sports as a reporter. To know more about David Feherty and his net worth in 2019, read the following article.
Early Life
David Feherty was born on 13th August 1958 at Bangor, County Down, Northern Ireland, in the United States to Vi Ferherty and Billy Feherty. He lived with his family from his childhood. He has a strong bond with his parents. This former golfer is of Irish – American ancestry.
David is the owner of two citizenships of Northern Ireland and USA as well. He had an inner interest in golf from his early childhood times. So he learned this since his childhood. Feherty completed his education life before he stepped into his professional career.
David had tied his knot with Caroline Feherty, a South African beauty Queen and maintained his relationship until 1995. This couple has two sons. After the separation of David and Caroline, he married to Anita Feherty in 1996. Together they have a daughter named Erin. In present time David is the father of five children named Karl, Shey, Rory, Erin, and Fred. His 2nd wife Anita has two children from her former relationship.
David Feherty chooses his profession golf as he was very fond of this game. In 1976 he started his career in Europe. In European Tour's he won 5 times in his career. In the year 1994 and 1995, he played on PGA Tour in the U.S.A. In his professional life, he played for Ryder Cup team for Europe in 1991. David joined CBS Sports in 1997. He chooses his profession as an on-course reporter cum journalist and golf analyst.
In his life, David contributes for a Golf Magazine named Sidespin. In his career Feherty presents himself as an author as he wrote four books called A Nasty Bit of Rough, An Idiot for All Seasons, Somewhere in Ireland a Village Is Missing an Idiot and Subjective History of the Ryder Cup. These books are best sellers as well. He is an anchor of the popular talk show named Feherty on the Golf Channel. He worked for KTCK, Dallas' sports radio station as a guest.
David performed in Yes, Dear in 2005. In 2015 he left CBS and next year joined NBC, a renowned golf channel. He received the Army Civilian Awards in 2012.
Awards & Achievement
David Feherty achieves much honor as well as awards in his professional life. In1986 he owns Italian Open as well as Bell's Scottish Open. David received the winner trophy in BMW International Open in the year of 1989. In 1991 he won Credit Lyonnais Cannes Open, and in 1992 he got Iberia Madrid Open trophy. Other than his European Tour wins he received some awards including Irish PGA Championship in 1980 and 1982, ICL International in 1984, South African PGA Championship in 1988 and Bell's Cup in South Africa in 1992.
Net Worth of David Feherty
David Feherty is an Athlete cum Golfer, Announcer, and Journalist who has an estimated net worth of $5 million. Estimation of his net worth comes from his sports career as well as from journalism. He is the owner of a luxurious mansion in Dallas, Texas. Other than this he has a huge collection of numerous stylish and ultramodern automobiles in his collection.
David Feherty belongs to the world's richest athletes as well as golfers. As a sports person, David is very famous worldwide. He maintains his craze through his social interactions. He is active on different social platforms including Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter. He enjoys 62.5k followers on the popular site Instagram. Other than this he has almost 630k followers on Twitter. He has a huge fan base which helps him to achieve more success in his life.