Fair warning, this is going to be a rather long story. It actually came to me in a dream, almost in clear, perfect novel length clarity. It will heat up rather quickly, and I hope my readers will fall for Lindi Quinn as passionatly as I did.
I hope you will also be patient with me. There's a lot of plot and descriptions and story line laid down in this first chapter. I think I am going to want to play with Lindi and Aidan for a good long time. And I know damn well I want to delve deeply and detailed into the ways that Aidan teaches Lindi Quinn to play big city games.
I don't want to just staccatto rap this story out. I think there are good things waiting to be found in these two young lovers. And I want to tell their story right.
Lindi Quinn refused to pay attention to the noise when it first started up beyond mild annoyance that it was distracting her from her reading.
"Damn." She mumbled in mesmerized lust. "That Vamp king is so fucking hot!"
After all, she knew who and what was causing the fracas.
She didn't have a problem with the tourists the way that some of the older townies did. She was young enough to be tolerant and smart enough to know that almost every business in town from the three local mom and pop diners to her dad's own veterinary clinic made most of their money during the summers and holiday weekends when the big city vacationers descended like the proverbial locusts.
Riverstill was the perfect tourist destination. It had something for every one. And for every season.
It was crossed and recrossed with rivers teeming with fish. Rivers pretty enough to be put on a postcard. Including the largest one which the town had been named after some two hundred odd years ago.
The Riverstill was a river that ran so smooth and still and silky that not even a totally plastered idiot could have managed to drown in it.
So they got the nature lovers all four seasons. The variety of spring flowers, ferns and fauna could and had made a staid scientist sob in ectasy. And Riverstill was listed in any number of tourist books as one of the best places to view autumn foliage.
They had two lakes; both large enough for water sports as well as fishing. And a fair to middling mountain that afforded enough challange to attract scores of weekend athletes and their young families.
Some fifty or sixty years ago the leading families of Riverstill had decided that if half the damn world intended to stubbornly insist on tramping through their home town they had no choice but to make the best of it.
And maybe a small fortune or two along the way.
So Riverstill also had two rather good golf courses and at least half a dozen small but pleasure providing amusement parks. As well as one large one that boasted three roller coasters and that crazy bungee cord ride that all the young idiots liked so much. Least until they were actually strapped in and stuck for the duration.
So Linda had been dealing with the tourists for as long as she could remember.
A fair number of them she'd rather liked. She still had many an old summer girlfriend that she kept in tough with via letters or as was now more common, over the internet. She'd even casually dated a few big city boys.
So no, Lindi Quinn really didn't have any pathological aversion to these teeming outsiders.
She simply held the small town opinion, usually kept politely to herself, that a large portion of them had the unfortunate tendency to behave like braying, jackass jackals.
So she simply shook her head, and tried to ignore the noise and keep on with her reading.
"Oh that's so mean! Somebody should stop that."
The speaker was Cassy Lynn, a pretty brunette who'd never had the backbone to stand up and stop anything in her entire life.
Lindi sighed, ah shit, and started to set down her book.
Cassy suddenly yipped. "His nose is bleeding!" She gasped. "Do you think we should go get Jack's mom?"
