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Here With Me (The Adair Family Series Book 1) Settled in the tranquil remoteness of the Scottish Highlands, Ardnoch Estate caters to the rich and famous. It is as unattainable and as mysterious as its owner —ex-Hollywood leading man Lachlan Adair—and it’s poised on the edge of a dark scandal.

After narrowly escaping death, police officer Robyn Penhaligon leaves behind her life in Boston in search of some answers. Starting with Mac Galbraith, the Scottish father who abandoned her to pursue his career in private security. To re-connect with Mac, Robyn will finally meet a man she’s long resented. Lachlan Adair. Hostility instantly brews between Robyn and Lachlan. She thinks the head of the Adair family is high-handed and self-important. And finding closure with Mac is proving more difficult than she ever imagined. Robyn would sooner leave Ardnoch, but when she discovers Mac is embroiled in a threat against the Adairs and the exclusive members of the estate, she finds she’s not yet ready to give up on her father.

Determined to ensure Mac’s safety, Robyn investigates the disturbing crimes at Ardnoch, forcing her and Lachlan to spend time together. Soon it becomes clear a searing attraction exists beneath their animosity, and temptation leads them down a perilous path.

While they discover they are connected by something far more addictive than passion, Lachlan cannot let go of his grip on a painful past: a past that will destroy his future … if the insidious presence of an enemy lurking in the shadows of Ardnoch doesn’t do the job first

About the Author

Samantha Young is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of over forty books, several of which have been nominated for Goodreads Choice Awards. She writes adult contemporary and paranormal romance, YA urban fantasy, and YA contemporary fiction. Her books have been published in 31 countries. She resides in Scotland.

Here With Me By Samantha Young Introduction

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ROBYN
PRESENT-DAY
Ardnoch, Sutherland,

Scotland

For once, I wasn’t thinking about my camera or the scenery or the perfect shot. Amazing, really, when I was in one of the most beautiful places I’d ever been in my life.

Yet, it was difficult to see it right now when I was minutes away from meeting my father.

A man I hadn’t seen since I was fourteen years old.

People called the nervous flutters in their stomach butterflies. Butterflies didn’t cut it. Surely butterflies were when you were excited-nervous? What was happening in my gut right now made me feel physically ill. Even my knees shook.

And I hated that my birth father, Mac Galbraith, had that power over me.

I got out of my rental and forced my shoulders back, taking a deep breath as I strode down the gravel driveway toward the enormous security gates built into brick pillars. Those pillars flowed into a tall wall. On the other side of the gate, the drive continued, fading into the darkness of the woodland that shadowed its edges.

As I grew closer, I searched for a call button or cameras. Nothing. Stopping at the gate, I gave them a shake, but they were made of solid iron and immovable. Eyes narrowing, I searched beyond into the trees, trying to listen past the chirping of birds and the rustle of leaves in the wind.

A slight whirring to my left drew my attention, and I caught the light glancing off the movement of a lens. Ducking my head to look closer, I saw the security camera camouflaged in a tree.

I saluted the camera with two fingers off my forehead to let whoever was behind it know I’d seen them.

Now all I could do was wait.

Just what my nerves needed.

I turned, leaned against the gate, and crossed my arms and legs in a deliberate pose that said, “I’m not going anywhere until someone comes out here.”

Not even a few minutes later, I heard an engine and the kick of gravel. Pushing off the gate, I turned and watched the black Range Rover with its tinted windows approach from the other side.

My nerves rose to the fore with a vengeance.

Why oh why did my father have to be head of security at one of the most prestigious members-only clubs in the world?

Oh right.

Because of Lachlan Adair.

Jealousy and resentment that I hated I felt burned in the back of my throat. Ignoring the sensation, I crossed my arms over my chest and tried to look nonchalant as the Range Rover stopped. The driver door opened, and a man wearing black pants, a black shirt, and a leather jacket approached the gate.

I noted the little wire in his ear.

He was security.

But he was not my father.

“Madam, this is private property,” the guy said in a Scottish brogue much like Mac’s.

“I know.” I stared him down through the gate bars. “I’m here to see my father.”

“I’m afraid only members and staff are allowed entrance onto the estate. I’ll have to ask you to return to your vehicle and leave.”

Like I could give a rat’s ass that Ardnoch Castle and Estate was home to actors and movie and TV industry types who paid a fortune in annual fees just to say they were a member. “My name is Robyn Penhaligon. My father is Mac Galbraith. Could you let him know I’m here?”

The security guard was good—he didn’t betray his reaction to this news. “Do you have identification?”

Knowing they’d ask for it, I’d stuck my driver’s license in the ass pocket of my jeans. I whipped it out and handed it over.

“One second, please.” The guy returned to the vehicle and opened the driver’s door. He got in without closing it, and I heard him murmuring.

While his conversation with whoever went on, I returned to my car to get the sweater I’d thrown in the back seat. I’d been too hot with nerves when I’d left the hotel, but the chilled spring air now made me shiver.

A few minutes later, the guy returned to the gate. “Ms. Penhaligon, I must ask you to hand over any recording devices you have on your person, including any smartphones.”

“Excuse me?”

“Nonmembers are not allowed onto the estate with recording devices. This ensures the privacy of our guests.”

“Right.” At least that meant Daddy Dearest didn’t intend to turn me away.

Shit.

A little part of me almost wished he had.

I grabbed my phone out of my car, glad I’d had the sense to leave my camera in my room. I trusted no one with my baby.

“Is that everything?”

“Yup.”

“Please return to your vehicle. The gates will open momentarily, and you will follow me onto the estate.”

I nodded and got back into my rented SUV. A four-by-four had seemed like the right choice for spending time in the Highlands, and this one was affordable. Deciding to fly to Scotland without booking a return ticket gave my savings account serious palpitations. I had to be careful with my money while I was here.

As soon as the security guy couldn’t see my face anymore, I let out a shaky exhale and waited for the gates to open. While I did this, the guy turned the Range Rover around and drove up the gravel drive to give the gates room. They swung inward seconds later, and I drove forward.

The driveway led through woodlands for what felt like forever before the trees disappeared to reveal grass for miles around a mammoth building in the distance. Flags were situated throughout the rolling plains of the estate—a golf course. Tiny distant figures could be seen playing.

Eyes back on Ardnoch Castle, I sucked in another breath.

I’d never felt more out of place.

It was a feeling I was used to when it came to Mac.

I never felt a part of his world.

He’d never let me.

The castle was a rambling, castellated mansion, six stories tall and about two hundred years old. I knew from my research that while it was the club’s main building, there were several buildings throughout the twelve-thousand acre estate, including permanent residences members paid exorbitant amounts to own. According to Google, the estate sat on the coast of Ardnoch and was home to pine forests (which I could attest to), rolling plains (again, saw that), heather moors (really wanted to see those), and golden beaches (really, really wanted to see those). While I wasn’t sure how this visit with my father would go, I kind of hoped it went well enough for a tour of the estate.

Even if I did feel like a fish out of water.

As I followed the Range Rover up to the castle, I mused over the security here in general. While there was a great big gate and walls at the main entrance, how did they ensure members privacy when there were twelve thousand acres to manage?

Something to ask Dear Old Dad if we ever got past the awkward, “Why didn’t you love me enough to stay in my life, leaving me with rampant abandonment issues that have impacted me to almost fatal levels?”

There went my stomach again, roiling like a ship caught in a storm.

“Jesus Christ,” I whispered as I pushed open the driver’s door. The castle was like Downton Abbey on steroids. There were turrets, and a flag of the St. Andrew’s Cross flew from one of the parapets. Columns supported a mini-crenellated roof over an elaborate portico that housed double iron doors.

As I got out, the wind blew my ponytail in my face and battered through my sweater. It was much windier here without the protection of the trees. And it had an icy nip that surprised me, considering it was almost April. The smell of saltwater hung in the air despite the fact the castle sat two miles inland.

I loved the air here. Crisp and fresh. It filled me with energy.

Neck craned, I stared up at the flag and heard the creak of the iron doors opening. A man wearing a traditional butler’s uniform, including white gloves, stepped out as if to greet me.

But then he was halted by the appearance of another man.

Drawing a breath, I stepped out from behind the driver’s door and closed it, forcing myself to look at the very tall, broad-shouldered figure heading my way.

A mixture of overwhelming emotions flooded me as I recognized the man. He wore a tailored gray suit that didn’t quite civilize him. His thick, salt-and-pepper hair needed a trim and curled at his nape. His cheeks were unshaven.

He appeared to be in his late thirties but I knew him to be forty-four years old.

Expression neutral, he strode toward me with determination. As he drew closer, I realized how much I looked like my father. His hair was darker. But I had his face shape and his eyes.

Those were definitely my eyes. The same light brown around the pupil, striations of gray and green bleeding into the brown from the edges of the iris.

Mom always said at least my father had given me something good.

Mac Galbraith stared at me stonily. That bland countenance disappeared as he swallowed hard. “Robyn?”

“Mac.” I held out my hand to shake his.

He stared at it for a second as if not quite sure what to do.

Manners compelled him to shake it finally. He squeezed my hand before seeming reluctant to release me. The action caused a complex response I hadn’t expected. Tears threatened, and I glanced away, as if casual, unaffected. Staring at the castle, I said, blasé, “This is some place you have here.”

“It’s not mine,” he replied. “It’s Lachlan’s. The Adairs.”

Yeah, like I didn’t already know that. There was that awful resentment again. I forced myself to look at my father. “I guess you’re wondering why I’m here.”

“Aye. Not that it isn’t a nice surprise.”

Was it?

I narrowed my gaze, trying to discern the truth in his statement. “It’s not something I can just blurt out on the driveway of a castle with a man I barely know hovering at my back.” I referred to Security Guy who was still with us.

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Product details:

Edition	International Edition
ISBN	1838301747, 978-1838301743
Posted on	May 11, 2021
Format	pdf
Page Count	526 pages
Author	Samantha Young