Today’s the day! The first book in my newest Time
Travel Highlander series is available! First I’ll share the series premise,
then more about Sworn to a Highland Laird, Book One.
Series Overview
The
term a new beginning brings to mind
many things. Hope and opportunity. A fresh start. For the MacLomains and the
rest of Scotland, the year twelve ninety-six meant anything but. Instead, it
marked the beginning of a new and oppressed era fraught with two long wars with
England. This particular series revolves around the First War of Scottish
Independence that took place from twelve ninety-six to thirteen twenty-eight.
Heroes
are often lost to time and folklore, especially if magic was involved. The MacLomain Series: A New Beginning
shares those mystical tales. Stories about Scottish lairds that came to the aid
of Sir William Wallace and King Robert the Bruce. Brave warriors and their
lasses who single handedly changed the face of history…or so the story goes.
About the Book
When Milly is hired by an anonymous client interested in
selling his New Hampshire colonial, she’s drawn not only to his sexy brogue
over the phone but to the house itself. Unfortunately, when she arrives, she
finds the home abandoned and the man who contacted her non-existent. If that
isn’t enough, the mystery only deepens when she discovers something in the
attic she dreamt about as a child. A Claddagh ring that whisks her back in time
to medieval Scotland.
Reborn into a new life, Laird Adlin MacLomain knows things
are about to get complicated. Devoted to both William Wallace and Robert the
Bruce, he and his clan are determined to fight in the First War of Scottish
Independence. However, it will take more than brawn and battle skills to see
their country through to freedom. It’s going to take help from the future.
Specifically, from a lass named Milly.
When Adlin and Milly connect across time, enemies take
notice. England becomes more of a threat, as well as its unknown allies. After
all, there’s power to be had in a Scottish Laird and a modern day woman finding
each other…remembering one another. The life they once shared. The love that
was theirs. More so, the strength and perseverance they were capable of
together. Will it be enough to fight all that’s coming their way? Find out in
Sworn to a Highland Laird.
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Excerpt
Like there had been so many.
“Aye, did ye not know he was once
immortal and rumored to have been with quite a few…”
“I’ve heard,” she interrupted before
he could innocently drive her away from Adlin. “He’s quite loved.”
“Aye, quite,” William agreed,
grinning as he eyed her. “But for all the rumored lasses ‘tis also said that
only one ever truly claimed his heart.”
“Is that right?” she murmured,
surprised by how winded she suddenly felt. “And who was that?”
“I think ye well know who she was,
lassie,” William said softly as he took her hand and pulled her after him.
“Not sure I do,” she murmured as
they stopped almost at the very spot Adlin had dipped her hand in the water the
night before.
“Were ye not once called Mildred
then?” William asked as he pulled off his shirt. “Were ye not called by the
same name in another life?”
“I…uh…oh…what are you doing?” Her
eyes widened as he yanked his boots off then did the same with his pants.
“I think ‘tis obvious.” He grinned
as he waded into the water naked. Milly knew she should turn, but for shit’s sake, this was William Wallace and what modern
day Scots loving girl in her right mind would look away? Unfortunately, after a
brief glimpse, it seemed she would as she
averted her eyes then did, in fact, turn away.
“What’s obvious is that you just
stripped down in front of me,” she called over her shoulder.
“Aye.” He issued a low whistle. “And
‘tis bloody cold!”
“I know.” She sure as hell did. “So back to what you said before…”
“And what was that?” came a low,
dark tone she almost didn’t recognize as Adlin until he appeared through the
woods with a thunderous look on his face. One solely focused on William.
Milly’s mouth dropped as Adlin
yanked off his shirt but didn’t bother with anything else except his boots
before he strode into the water with rage in his eyes. “My kin and I treated ye bloody good, lad, yet here ye are strippin’
down in front of my lass! What are ye hoping for being so brazen because ‘tis bloody disrespectful to both Milly
and me!”
She was so focused on Adlin’s upper
body and how cut he was that she didn’t realize he had a sword and seemed set
to kill William. An important man with one hell of an army really nearby. One
that would come to his defense in no time. For that matter, based on the
whistles then roars, she’d guess they were seconds away.
“Och, nay, ye’ve got this all wrong,
Adlin.” William shook his head and ducked beneath the first swing of Adlin’s
sword. “I wasnae wooin’ her.”
“Nay?” When Adlin thrust, William
leapt to the side. “Yet ye’ve yer cock swingin’ for her to admire, aye then?”
“I wasn’t admiring anything,” she
called out. Her voice trailed off as plain old female appreciation took over.
She tilted her head and started admiring a whole lot as Adlin’s tartan started
to slip.
“Oh, look at that,” she whispered,
her eyes wide on his tight ass as he thrust his blade at William so quickly
that Wallace stumbled back into the water. But not before someone tossed him a sword, and he blocked Adlin’s blade as it came
down hard.
It was that, the harsh sound of metal clanging against metal, that finally
snapped her out of her reverie and she screeched, “Stop, you’ve got it all
wrong, Adlin!”
That didn’t slow him in the least. He was roaring mad and
going at William with fury.
“Oh no, oh no, no,” she kept
muttering as she raced into the water after them. By that time they were going
at each other viciously as William mostly defended and tried to explain that
Milly wanted Adlin and no one else. Though she might argue that to some degree
it did not stop her from splashing downstream after them.
“Adlin, stop!” she cried, but with all their clinking and clanging
she wasn’t sure anyone heard a word.
Adlin was out for blood,
and at this point, it seemed William was too. Adlin slashed, William ducked.
William thrust, Adlin leapt to the side. They were well matched and moving
fast. How could this end well? It would not if she were the judge of it. And it
appeared she was seeing how she was the only one willing to stop the battle in
a river now lined with warriors.
“No,” she cried again and stumbled
forward, determined to see an end to this. Unfortunately, she was so caught up
in stopping it that she didn’t realize how foolish she was until she’d leapt in between them and William’s sword came down
on her.
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