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Rescuelander

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by Samantha Liddell


  Letticia please come quick

  Im stuck in the Winter Wonder Land.

  Scott.

  Me, being me a dramatic, drama-filled person, thought the worst—Was Scott is trouble? Was he hurt? I had to get to him fast. Without even thinking, I jumped out of bed in my Christmas lingerie, climbed down the ladder in nothing but my sexy Christmas panties, bra, Santa hat, and Ugg boots, and rushed outside to rescue my Scott from what my overactive mind was brewing up, which was Scott tangled up in Christmas lights about to get electrocuted, with wolves circling him ready to attack, which I would have to fight off with my very bare hands. Yes, very Claire, I know, but that was how my mind worked.

  Instead I found myself standing ankle deep in snow, freezing and on the verge of hypothermia from lack of appropriate clothing. But I was not paying any attention to this life-threatening issue, as what I saw in front of me was Scott sitting in the Santa sleigh, kilted up, with the song “Walking in a Winter Wonderland” playing. I felt as if all my Christmases had come at once.

  “I hear you have been a very naughty girl this year, Letticia Little, and by the looks of your outfit, I think I heard right. Please come over here right now and get what you deserve,” Scott ordered.

  Before I started to move towards him, Scott’s jacket landed in my arms. He was kind enough to throw me his jacket to cover myself up and look half-decent for what was about to happen next.

  By the time I reached the sleigh, I found Scott now down on one knee, holding a box in his hand. “Aye, Letticia Little, will you be my Mrs King, so I have more power to fight off all your exes that keep turning up?” Scott joked.

  I looked at Scott in disbelief, was this really happening? How had I met my very own Scottish warrior who was now proposing to me? How did I get myself in such a position? I had forgotten to answer Scott, as I was too busy reliving each stage of how I got to be at my destination.

  “Now is the time to say something,” Scott said, sounding worried.

  “Oh yes, sorry, Scott,” I said before a few more seconds of silence, until I finally replied, “Hells bells, yes, a million and one yes’s.”

  Scott proceeded to slide my engagement ring onto my finger, and thanks to the million and one Christmas lights we had hung up earlier in the month, the light was bright enough for me to see the full detail of the ring that was making its way onto my finger. In total disbelief, I was watching the same Scottish Thistle wedding ring that Sophie had found in Scott’s suitcase in my dream. Was this just a coincidence, or had Scott known about this ring I had fallen in love with in my dream.

  I pushed the thought to the back on my mind for the time being, as another thought entered. A circle has no beginning or end and is therefore a symbol of infinity. It is endless, eternal, just the way love should be, and just the way I felt towards Scott.

  That thought was interrupted as I noticed Scott getting up from his one-knee position, and he picked me up and swung me around and kissed me.

  “Aye, Mrs King, you make me the happiest lad in all of Scotland.”

  “Aye, Mr King, you make me the happiest Sassenach in all of Scotland,” I replied

  There was silence for the next minute; I could tell Scott was about to say something but didn’t know how to. “What is it, Scott?” I asked.

  “Well, I just have an idea, and it’s crazy, but well worth it.”

  “Well what is it, then?” I asked curiously.

  “I want to get married on New Year’s Eve,” Scott announced.

  “New Year’s Eve is perfectly fine by me, that will give me a whole year to plan the most amazing Scottish wedding,” I replied.

  “No, Letticia, this New Year’s Eve, as in six days away. It makes sense with your parents being here and all.”

  He had a point. I only had to think about it for a few seconds before I agreed. “Hells bells, let’s do it,” I replied excitedly.

  “And that, Letticia Little, or should I say, Letticia King, is just one of the many reasons why I am marrying you.”

  About the Author

  Samantha Liddell writes Scottish romance and is sure that in a past life was a Scottish monarch married to a kilt wearing warrior. However in this life she will just have to settle with living out her fantasies by writing novels.

  She is a mum to two beautiful, amazing daughters who mean the world to her.

  Samantha lives on the Sunshine Coast, Australia with the desire to one day actually travel to Scotland and see it in person rather than just in her imagination.

  Writing is like an escape from reality and she can take her readers along on her adventures, without them having to leave the comfort of their very own homes.

  Writing is Samantha’s passion and her addiction.

 

 

 


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