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The Girl On The Bus by Raven McAllan
Julia ran out on Tay five years ago, so she can't be the woman he sees on the bus. However, when she ends up being the one taking notes at his meeting, he knows he will move heaven and earth to make her his once more.
Will she agree, or will she run again?
Be Warned: BDSM, public exhibition, spanking
That profile ... oh, that profile. Silver. It couldn't be, surely he kidded himself? One night, five years ago. How on earth would he know for sure? But the hair, like silver silk shot with diamonds glittering and sparkling in the light. It was her hair, her profile ... wasn't it?
Get a grip, man. That was the other side of the country
However, Tay was as certain as he could be. He'd been looking unconsciously for her all that time. So often he'd almost walked up to someone and called out her name, only to stop at the last moment before some unknown woman thought him a crazy stalker.
Once, he'd almost lost his manhood when a guy objected to Tay calling a woman that name. A woman Tay hadn't even realized accompanied the guy. He'd made his apologies and retreated as the smug bastard bragged about how big and tough he was, and that no one messed with him ever. The guy hadn’t even been a Dom, just a half drunk Glasgow Ned. Tay had been sorry, but no way could he give much credulence to a guy with a tattoo of Hello Kitty on his neck. In full color at that. Even so, Tay was a lot more wary of approaching anyone now. A writhing, crying, so-called macho man wouldn't go down well. He imagined the headlines...
No, don't imagine them, just carry on and see if yet again your memory is playing games. And don't flipping crash. He slammed on his brakes as the bus stopped, and wrenched his mind back to the present.
This time he overtook the vehicle to let the rest of the traffic move on. Once passed, he sent a mental apology to a mini driver who hovered, waiting for the occupant of a parking bay to drive away. With a mental shrug, Tay slotted into the newly vacant space the mini driver intended on taking, and sat there, his car engine idling as he waited for the bus to catch up. The other driver gave him the v sign. Tay waved and grinned.
Yep, he was being an idiot, but needs must. He just hoped with his aviator sunglasses and baseball cap on he wasn't easily identifiable. Not a good move if the driver recognizes me.
How many times had he been reminded he was a public figure and any, any misdemeanor would be spotted and filmed? An actor misbehaving became a sure fire investment for some person's five minutes of fame and the star's everlasting shame.
Tay gave a mental shrug as he remembered his meeting. Really, a baseball cap and shades shouted look at me, look at me. With one eye open for anyone who might see through his pitiful disguise, tell him off or capture him in a photo breaking the law, he sent a quick text.
Delayed, will phone, re schedule for three pm please.
Laura would be furious, but Tay reckoned if the people waiting to meet him wanted him—really wanted him—they'd grit their teeth, mutter about male divas, and wait for him. His sister loved him, whatever anyone else thought.
Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.
Her very understanding, and long-suffering DH, is used to his questions unanswered, the dust bunnies greeting him as he walks through the door, and rescuing burned offerings from the Aga. (And passing her a glass of wine as she types furiously.)
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Why did I write The Girl on the Bus?
It all stemmed from actually watching a white van man, and a bus driver trading insults, Glasgow style, in the middle of a busy street. They were holding the traffic up and couldn't care less. Some of the insults were shall we say, inventive.
Cars started to toot their horns, passers-by stopped and stared, and I giggled. I'd looked at the bus, because I was waiting to cross the road and seen someone with very pale hair on the upper deck. Looked away and the bus turned the corner. I crossed the road and saw it at the next stop, and the girl had gone, and a bloke sat in the seat. It got me thinking and The Girl on the Bus became an idea.
At that point, I didn't really know where the story was going or why. I'm a pantster, so I wait until my characters speak to me. Tay decided to do that in the middle of the night! Cue me getting up and starting to write. I know to my detriment that to ignore these middle of the night ideas is a big no-no.
Now I'm darned pleased I didn't stop in my warm bed, but listened to Tay shouting at me instead.