Welcome! It’s hard to believe it’s almost officially summer. In my neck of the woods, leaves have sprouted, the grass is green and flowers are in full bloom. Inspired by watching nature come to life, I’ve spent the last few months writing the next installment in The MacLomain Series- Next Generation.
In Mark of the Highlander, we followed Colin MacLomain and McKayla but were introduced to several new characters. In fact, though they’d just met, sparks already flew between Bradon MacLomain and Leslie. Well, as you might’ve guessed, theirs was a romance that wanted to be told! I had a blast getting to know both better and discovering how they'd push past their differences to find true love. Allow me to share my latest release, Vow of the Highlander…
A successful literary agent, Leslie has no desire to be part of the infamous connection between her Broun heritage and the MacLomain clan. But Fate is finicky and determined to thrust her through time into the path of the laird’s brother.
Bradon MacLomain made a vow to save his sister. Unwavering, relentless, he will travel the whole of Scotland to bring her home safely. When sharp-tongued, strong willed, Leslie ends up on his venture, he’s soon torn between his commitments and her distracting presence. Passion flares. Sparks fly. Truths are revealed. Only a sweeping journey into the rugged highlands will reveal if a modern day woman and a medieval Scotsman can see through promises made in, Vow of the Highlander.
Only five steps into the courtyard and already one clansman was circling her, a flirtatious grin on his handsome face. Somehow it was all infectious and as determined as she was to stay by McKayla’s side, she soon found herself in the arms of first one then another Scotsman. Some were her height, many taller, but none as tall as the man who she eventually ended up dancing with.
“I hear I had you worried.”
It took everything she had to look into Bradon’s deep, green eyes. She hated how aware of him she’d become. How her heart seemed to clench a little too tightly. “Don’t overthink it.”
“Ah, so I did have you worried. ‘Tis good,” he said softly. “Every lad should have a wee bonnie lass or two to welcome him home after a good battle.”
She arched a brow and found it easier and easier by the moment to look at him. “Or two?”
“Or three even,” he replied easily, an irritating grin on his face.
“What happened when you left us?” she asked, determined to steer the conversation away from him thinking her an easy target.
“They followed,” he said as if she should have that figured out. “And I evaded.” He shrugged. “Then I killed a few.”
“Why are you not covered in blood then?”
“Because I’m not brutal.” His eyes dropped to her lips before returning to her eyes. “‘Tis not a difficult thing to find water and bathe, lass.”
He did seem rather fresh…in more ways than one. “So will the MacLeod’s be showing up at the MacLomain’s doorstep once more?”
His hand slid lower down her back and he pulled her closer. “Nay, lassie. ‘Tis time to relax.”
She pushed him back a fraction and frowned. “I can relax just fine without being up against you.”
“Can you then?” But he didn’t let her go too far. His hand cupped the side of her neck. “The muscles here.” His thumb ran around the back, giving her shivers. “As well as the muscles here.” He pressed slightly. “They are like stone.”
Her eyes dropped to his strong neck then the wide chest covered by his tunic. Being close to this man was a very bad idea. But for the life of her she couldn’t pull away.
Coming soon to Barnes and Noble, iTunes and Google Books.
Wrath of the Highlander (Book 3), Faith of the Highlander (Book 4) and Plight of the Highlander (Book 5) coming soon!