"Eireen climbed astride his hips, letting the coverlets slide down around her waist. He looked startled at first, then his breath became fitful and trembling. He squinted at her in the flickering candlelight as if he were in pain and cast a brief, mortified glance down at himself. "Lassie," he said. "L-look at it. Wha if Ah dinnae - it - it's ower muckle, is it no?" "Hush, dearie. You'll be fine. Let me show ye." "

- from The Firelands, Chapter One, The Seduction by E. Madison Cawein