"Hello this is Megan Lockhart the Author,
I would just like to start off by saying Thank you for choosing to read my story. And now I'm going to get down on my hands and knees and stare up at you with big puppy dog eyes (I'll even make the cute little whiney nosies if that helps) and beg that you vote and comment on every chapter.
So in short,
PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT, PLEASE, PLEASE, PRETTY PLEASE.
Also this is the first draft of this story, so expect grammatical errors, missing, misued, and mis-arranged words. Thanks and so sorry.
Thank you,
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England 1818
Nan walked along the beach, content to listen to the steady push and pull of the tides and the cry of the seagulls, as they flew overhead diving towards the water every so often to snatch a fish that had swum too close to the surface. Today was sunny and warm, though the slight breeze that brushed across the beach foretold the fine weather would soon sour. Already heavy gray clouds loomed in the distance, by night Ashford would have its normal onslaught of early autumn rain. Nan hoped to gather enough drift wood before then to last the night. Lord knew that while her dwelling provided certain shelter from the rain, it did little to stave off the cold.
So, she’d walk until dusk collecting her wood, or she’d intended to until the distinct shape of a booted foot caught her eye. Just around a sandy hill, littered with tall grass, and hidden behind a dried up old tree that had fallen to its side due to the steady erosion of its soil anchor, was a well clad foot. And attached to that were legs, a torso, hands, arms, and a head covered with long sandy blonde hair that lie loose across the man’s face. A face that was neither too old, nor too young, but somewhere in its thirties, his skin was weathered and tan giving him a rough lo..." http://wattpad.com/story/952408
