Destiny's Denial, the second novel in my Scottish trilogy, is now available in print. This story is especially close to my heart so I'm beyond pleased.
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For any new readers popping in, here's a blurb:
Caitlin Seavey relives the same nightmare every night for three years. Then one day, the dream seeps into reality when an ethereal Scotsman visits. Horrified, she confides in her grandmother who then gives her a two hundred year old novel titled Fate's Monolith. It tells the tale of her distant relative's journey to medieval Scotland and can only be a myth. When Caitlin discovers a family heirloom in the attic she soon learns the book is based on truth.
Chieftain Ferchar Mac'Lomain found what he was looking for. Caitlin. He should have left her alone. For to bring her to Cowal will spell disaster-a foreseen threat to himself, his clan, and Caitlin. As a visionary, it's his obligation to protect her. As a man, he's determined to ignore his heart. Can he thwart his destiny? Or will he forever be a slave to the gods of old.
And, of course, an excerpt!
“I didn’t realize I was doing anything to your men or otherwise.” She took a step back as he took a step forward.
“Unlikely,” he replied.
“Why do you doubt me? You don’t know me.” He had her backed up another step.
“I know enough about you just by watching your actions.”
Both his tone and his assumption annoyed her. Blast his ice blue eyes. She wanted to look away but that would be giving in. “And I you.”
“It’s unwise to compare us.” He almost had her against the wall between the room of claymores and battle-axes. “But if I were to humor you, what do you mean by that?”
Ah, she had gained ground. “Just that my appreciation for the male species is obviously equivalent to yours for the female.”
One corner of his lip pulled up and his eyes flickered over her face until they landed on her lips. “You could only be referring to Emma.”
Caitlin willed the fire from her face even as it flooded in. She was as transparent as a newly cleaned window. “I’m referring to the fact that I have as much right to entertain a man as you do a woman.”
His hands fell to the wall on either side of her head and Caitlin’s breath switched pace. What was he doing? She could duck beneath his arm and escape but would again give him the upper hand. His leaned so close she could make out the little flecks of silver caught in his eyes.
“Our situations are very different,” he whispered.
His luscious mouth was within inches of hers and the nearness of his heat began melting the muscles so crucial to holding her legs up. She suddenly rethought things. It’d be best to move away from him. Caitlin sprung into action and dipped to move under his arm.
Too late, the skin on their arms touched.
That was all it took.
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