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Disappoint him? "Nae, sweetling. Childbearing is risky. I lost my mother to the fever. And then my wee brother also passed. I would understand completely if you are unwilling to go through birthing a bairn."
She taunted, hoping to get a rise from him. She’d be waiting
’til the world and all its realms no longer existed.
He remained behind an impassive facade.
Oonagh scrutinized him through narrowed eyes then grasped a
crystal pawn from the ebony and ivory chessboard. “What brings you to the
palace, Dugaid? You have not bothered to visit your mother in many a decade,
preferring to cavort with those of the earth realm. Perhaps you are more of
their ilk than fae.”
She took a deep breath and sang,
accompanying herself on the lute.
Her voice was that of an angel.
Finn found himself caught in the
web she wove with her words, her song a soulful love ballad. Unable to shift
his gaze from her, he more than likely smiled like an idiot.
When she finished several
enchanting songs, she attempted to coax Archibald to sing along with her. He
refused, but Jamie volunteered and together they sang a merrier ditty about
four drunken warriors and one sassy wench.
In his anxious state, Munn couldn’t
conjure an invisibility glamour. He used the speed spell instead and darted
faster than a human eye could see, tripped Elspeth in passing then dashed
through the castle gate before Donald reached the couple. He giggled with glee.
There was more than one way to bring Elspeth and Finn together. If he must keep
tripping one or the other to force them into each other’s arms, so be it. He
peeked around the edge of the wall.
Just in Time for a Highland Christmas A Highland Gardens Novella The 3rd tale in the series.
e-book: $0.99 through July 31st
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Can a determined brownie craft a perfect match in time for Christmas?
When the Chief of Clan MacLachlan travels to the stronghold of his feuding neighbors to fetch his betrothed, she is gone. A year later, she is still missing. Making life more vexing, a band of reivers are stealing clan cattle, leaving behind destruction. Archibald MacLachlan determines to capture them and administer harsh punishment.
Though once in love with the man, Isobell Lamont refuses to wed her clan's enemy. After running away, she joins the band of reivers set on revenge.
Can Archibald forgive the raven-haired beauty? Will a journey through time bring them together for a Highland Christmas?.
7/11 Note: Giveaway has been extended and will end on July 16th.
Here is another great giveaway from BookSweeps. I've teamed up with 20+ fantastic authors to give away a collection of medieval, Scottish, and old world romances to two lucky winners. PLUS a brand new eReader to the Grand Prize winner!
You can win my novel Just Wait For Me from the Highland Gardens series, plus books from authors like Margaret Mallory, Emma Prince, and Amy Jarecki.
Patrick closed his eyes and growled deep in his throat as desire pooled in his groin. Their kiss, potent and deep, an intoxicating aphrodisiac, became more and more heated. At first, he’d been shocked by the arc of power, but he couldn’t stop himself from claiming what he sensed belonged to him. What started as an unconscious display of dominance became a much more meaningful symbol of possession.
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rubbed the furrow lining her forehead and slumped into the sofa cushions. Gah,
she must be going crazy. She poured herself another glass of wine and took
several quick sips.
Was she hallucinating?
Even with the poor lighting, she found the man fabulously
attractive. Scrumptious. He could have walked out of the steamiest
romance novel. Intense, dark eyes—if only it had been light enough to see the
color—set in a face only the Celtic gods could have molded. The sexy cleft in
his chin made her mouth go instantly dry. The mere thought of him left her
breathless and achy with need.
Had she really reached out to a stranger? How stupid. What
if he was a nutcase?
She flicked her gaze to the dark windows then the locked
front door. The house was secure.
A psycho? She hoped not. The man seemed familiar. She felt
as though she'd met him before. Though where could that have been?
The only explanation for the insanity was Munn. He was a
Spiraling into another fine rage, she leapt from the chair
and marched to the door. She tugged, never expecting to find it unlocked, but
this time, the door opened. Hurrying along the passageway, she passed two
guardsmen deep in discussion. Although they glanced up and nodded when she
passed, they didn’t bother to block her way. Confident no one else would
attempt to stop her, she quickly made her way down the circular stair, across
the courtyard, and through the castle gate. She ran along the path to the
garden, blind to everything save her destination.
She found Elspeth sitting in the midst of the frost-dead
plants with Alexander.
“Where is that miserable brownie?” Laurie asked. “How do you
call a brownie to you?”
Elspeth and Alexander, as one, flipped wide eyes up from the
book they read.
“You dinnae,” Elspeth said after a moment. “They appear only
when they wish.”
Laurie glared at the horizon, raised her arm and made a
fist. “Damn you, little man. I’ll find a way to keep Patrick close to my heart.
You’ll not force us apart.”
Queasiness once again rumbled in Laurie’s stomach. Her
vision blurred. She clutched her belly and swayed. Was this magic too? Had Munn
put a hex on her?
“Laurie!” Elspeth jumped to her feet “What is it? What has
Laurie didn’t have the breath to answer. She stumbled over
the gravel path and threw out an arm, reaching for the wall, but it was too far
away and she was too weak. She slid to the ground and lost consciousness.
Laid out in a geometric grid, the castle garden provided a
well at the center for irrigation. Heavy wooden planks held the soil in beds,
most containing medicinal and culinary herbs and vegetables edged by lavender
and white violets. Strawberry plants filled one bed and a large section
dedicated to roses lay to the side. Though not yet in bloom, the roses’ shiny
new leaves glistened in the sunlight. At the center of the rose garden grew a
bench of living plants.
“’Tis a turf bench of chamomile. ’Twill flower soon,”
Elspeth said with pride.
“I’ve never seen anything like it. Must be beautiful when in
bloom.” Laurie followed Elspeth as they meandered through the garden.
“Most of the seedlings are collected from local fields and
woods then planted here. Other plants are brought to me by friends and
travelers who visit the castle.”
“What you’ve created here is amazing.”
“Thank you. My love for the garden came from my mother.”
Elspeth’s voice saddened. “We spent hours together tending the plants. Since
she is gone, I nurture the garden in her memory.”
“What happened to your mother?”
“My father and mother are missing—presumed dead by many—they
disappeared three years ago while traveling across our land. After that,
Patrick became chief of our clan.”
He fell. The sensation of
weightlessness overcame him. Changing colors swirled around in slow motion,
flashing and dulling erratically. His mind separated from his physical body. He
watched, as if from another realm.
Falling downward, down…down…down,
into a black expanse of nothingness. All color faded from existence. His mind merged
with the dark. Blackness surrounded him, enveloping him, frightening him. He
thought to scream, but the sound choked on the lump in his throat.
The speed of his descent increased.
Colors erupted. Lights flashed.
He sped toward a narrow opening,
and once there was sucked through into a dull gray sky. Still, he fell.
Water flowed below him—a rushing
His body took on weight, becoming
heavier as he dropped. He slammed hard against the water and plunged into the
cold, murky depths.
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Fulfilling a childhood promise, Ashley Dumont returns to an ancient Druid garden in the Black Hills of Scotland on the eve of the winter solstice—a time when magic hums and the veil between realms thins and tears, allowing all manner of supernatural creatures through. Will the ghost who claimed to be her destiny still be there?
Caelan Innes awaits her arrival. Unjustly murdered in the sixteenth century, a second chance at life depends on this woman. The Druids grant them the twelve nights of Yule to find love and save Cael’s soul. Will a trip through time and the treachery of enemies make the sacrifice too dear?