Snippet #2616208

"I asked for secluded, not hillbilly." Emily Dane mumbled to herself as she drove. The GPS had her traveling down a nearly nonexistent road for almost forty-five minutes now. "Where the hell is this place?" It was as if she said the magic words. Suddenly the brunette was no longer traveling down a forest, now she spotted a mail box with a wide driveway up ahead.

She slowed and pulled into the driveway, carefully parking next to another car. As she put the car into park, she marveled at the sheer size of it. She couldn't imagine that they got much business way out here, but it was surprisingly well kept. She turned off her car and pulled out the brochure. "Spa, restaurant, horse riding, boating, ghost tours, and more." She hadn't excepted so much. She just asked her agent to find an out of the way place so she could finish her next novel. "At least they have wifi for research."

Stuffing the brochure in her purse, Em got out of the car and started unloading her luggage. With her purse, laptop bag, and two suitcases in tow, she finally made her way up the front staircase and inside. A sigh escaped her lips as she felt the cool air conditioned air touch her body as she finally made it inside. "Thank god." Sure, she had been in this area before but she never could quite get used to the heat and humidity.

Smiling, Emily made her way to the front desk. She wore a American Flag crop top with fringe on the bottom and high waisted jean shorts and black converse. She tapped the bell on the front desk and fanned herself as she waited for herself to come and check her in. Sure, she was supposed to be there nearly a hour ago, but she had gotten lost a few times.

The sun beat down on his muscular back. He climbed out of the boat he was in onto the dock. Kneeling down, Alaric tied up the boat. With a refreshing sigh, he stood and turned back to the beautiful old plantation he was staying at. He loved it here, not that he would really admit that. The owners knew because he came back so often. He hadn't started coming until after his mother passed away. The first time he had stayed there after she died was on the anniversary of her death.

Alaric hadn't known why he came then but he found comfort staying in her room. It was like she wasn't gone. He could do his work and send it in or drive into New Orleans. If he could afford it, he'd just stay there. They had plenty of things to fill up his time.

He took out his SLR and aimed it at the plantation. The way the light shone on it, just made it feel alive. He snapped a few shots before heading inside. He wore a white shirt that clung to his muscles with a pair of jeans and tennis shoes.

Opening the door, he nearly hit the charming woman who owned the B and B. "Shit, I'm sorry, Ms. Pettigrew. I didn't hit you did I?" He asked, frowning. He took a hold of her arm in case she stumbled.