When Grier Meets David

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What was the spark that started the fire?

This is the first of a series of short articles/excerpts showing the meeting of main characters from Erin O’Quinn’s M/M work.

I’ll begin with my latest work, a series called “The Renegade and the Runaway.”

Grier Black (Gregory MacGregor) is a Highland outlaw, one of the clan whose name has been forbidden by royal law…and one who’s been stripped of his tartan and weapon too.

David Campbell is a young Quaker-trained lad from Philadelphia who’s been drugged and kidnapped.

Chapter One (Unkilted) is from the pov of the Scot. Here’s their first meeting. The grabbing of the hand is repeated, subtly, in the next installment of this two-novel series, when (ironically) it’s Grier who lies in a drugged state, awakened by David.

From Chapter One:

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Grier knelt, letting his eyes grow accustomed to the almost-darkness. Needing to see the figure better, he grasped the candle-holder and brought it close to the pallet.

 

He saw a pale face under a massive woolen cap…a man of eighteen or twenty…eyelids closed, long dark lashes…high cheeks and a full mouth…a lad dressed in a strange over-shirt that seemed to conceal some kind of flat bundle…

 

He was immediately captivated. Why would a young man lie in foul-smelling and stained clothing, yet arrive in a coach-and-four? Was he, like the old man, a prisoner—or a poppet? His slender body and handsome face hinted at stories he wanted to hear. And what was he protecting under the tunic?

 

He reached to lift the shirt. A swift, strong hand burst from the darkness like a thunderclap and grasped his wrist.

 

“Kill me now. Or if it please Christ, do not touch me at all.”

In the next and last novel of the series (Unbroken), Grier is the victim of a knife attack. He finally wakes from the opium-based laudanum the ship’s doctor has given him. From Chapter Eleven:

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The devil that was never far away told him to reach out and grasp the speaker, in the way this same stranger had seized his own arm…verra long ago, in another place and another time.

 

“Ye’ve taken it from me.”

 

A halting voice came, nearer now. “Taken what, Gregory MacGregor?”

 

“My heart, damn ye. Sit me upright.”

 

“Then release my arm. And do not curse me.”

 

Strangely, it took no effort at all to smile. He loosed his grip, letting his arm drop back onto the surface of the bluidy hard bed.

 

“How long?”

 

“Not quite a week.”

 

“Someone stood me up to take a piss. Someone…tore me from the hard stone.”

 

“The doctor, mostly.”

 

He opened his eyes and looked up at David. “Liar.”

The series is here, on Amazon’s series page. You may click one or both to buy!

THE RENEGADE AND THE RUNAWAY (2 novels)

✅  Slow Burn Gay Romance

✅  Slow Reveal

✅  Family Secrets

✅  Action and Adventure

✅  Humor

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