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Thursday, June 13, 2019

Kindle Countdown- Viking's Valor #pnr #mustread

WHOA! A Viking love triangle! Crazy about time travel? Dragons? Scorching romance? Viking’s Valor (Viking Ancestors: Rise of the Dragon, Book 2) is only .99 cents for a few days!

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About the Book

Cursed by her dragon ancestor, Sage is at the root of a burgeoning prophecy that threatens her sisters. The only way to protect them is to leave Winter Harbor, Maine, and travel back in time to tenth century Scandinavia. Back to Håkon and Leif, the men she left behind. Two warriors pitted against each other to win her over so they might strengthen their position in an ongoing war. Yet when she arrives, she's captured by someone else entirely.

Set to annihilate his nemesis before he wreaks havoc and claims Sage as his own, Viking Håkon Sigdir pursues Leif. Until Sage is taken by Magnus of the Årud tribe. It then becomes a race to see who can save her first from the enemy's rogue ally. A race that turns into a battle of wills as their rivalry for Sage intensifies.

Sparks fly as an age-old vendetta ignites a love triangle that threatens not just the fate of Håkon's people but his very heart. Will Sage ultimately choose him or Leif? Will she see past the dark enchantment affiliated with her ancestor's prophecy and realize who is destined for her? Better yet, will she see clearly the evil imposter? Because if she falls for Leif's mock heroism rather than Håkon's genuine valor, the war will be lost.


Håkon’s eyes slid to Sage as everyone gathered their possessions and began disembarking. It was one thing to try to keep her from touching his tattoo, but how would he ever dare lie with her now that he knew how easily Leif could take over his body. The very idea made his inner dragon rear up in territorial rage.

Clearly sensing his thoughts, Sage’s hand slipped into his, and she didn’t let go when he tried to pull away. “No.” Her eyes met his. “No pulling away from me, Håkon. Not when I want to touch you. Not when I want to offer you and your dragon comfort.”

Though she was trying to tell him she had not let Leif get to her, he knew better.

“You think you know better,” she murmured, still following his thoughts. “But you don’t.” She shook her head. “What happened back there was my body’s response to your body. My dragon’s response to you. Not to Leif. There’s a difference, and you need to separate it. Because if you don’t, you’re feeding right into what he’s trying to do. Drive a wedge between us so that I’m more susceptible to him.”

“But you are,” he said as they traveled into a tunnel at the back of Magnus’ cave. “He was hand-picked to attract you, Sage. Hand-picked to appeal to your dragon.”

“I guess.” She frowned and shook her head. “But I can tell you this much. Whatever his appeal may be, it’s not nearly as strong as yours.” Her voice grew softer. “He’s not constantly on my mind. I’m not interested in getting to know him better…” Her eyes met his. “Much better.”

“Because you are not with him all the time like you are me,” he said, determined to make sure she continued to be reasonable even as his inner dragon roared with triumph at her words.

“You’re supposed to be trying to win me over,” she reminded. “Not pushing me away.”

“I am trying to win you over,” he said softly. “The right way.”

“I get that.” A grateful glint lit her eyes. “And I appreciate it.” She stopped and faced him, allowing enough room for others to pass as she stepped closer and narrowed her eyes on his. “But maybe it’s time for you to stop being such a nice guy and fight fire with fire.”

“You want me to act like Leif,” he murmured, troubled. “You would prefer that?”

“I didn’t say act like Leif. You’re not a heartless barbarian.” She rested her hand on his chest. “But you are a strong Viking dragon who has never let another male shake your confidence. Especially not a rival male.”

“He has shaken my confidence with good reason,” he managed, ignoring Davyn’s wink and grin as he passed, leaving them alone in the light of Håkon’s torch. “He can get to you through me.”

“So far, here and there,” she said softly, shifting even closer. “But maybe because in some strange way I’ve let him by keeping you at a distance. Maybe he’s found a loophole in our whole dating process.”

“Dating?” Despite himself, he couldn’t help a small grin. “Is that what you would call all the havoc we have experienced since meeting?”

“I don’t know that it’s been all havoc.” She met his grin as she stepped so close she had to tilt her head to keep their eyes together. Her voice was a little breathless and flirtatious as the mint in her luminous eyes danced in the firelight. “But it’s definitely been exciting.”

Somewhere way in the back of his mind, he knew he should stop this, but neither his human or dragon half listened as she stood on her tip-toes and pulled his mouth down to hers. The moment their lips touched, his dragon roared in approval, and he yanked her close. He wasn’t gentle like he’d been up to this point, but aggressive with the inherent need to claim her.

To make her his.

Thursday, June 6, 2019

Kindle Countdown-Viking King's Vendetta #pnr #mustread

Love Vikings? Time travel? Sizzling romance? Smokin’ hot dragon shifters? *pun intended* ;-) Viking King’s Vendetta (Viking Ancestors: Rise of the Dragon, Book 1), is only .99 CENTS for a few days!

About the Book

Taking a few months to reflect on what she truly wants from life, Emily returns to her family home in Winter Harbor, Maine. Yet she should have known her ties with ancient Scandinavia and those with dragon blood would catch up with her. Moreover, that her connection with the man she loves would be impossible to ignore. Something soon proved when he pulls her back in time to tenth century Norway.

Determined to help his people defeat a dark prophecy, Viking Sven Sigdir returns to his homeland to find two regions minus their beloved kings. Leaderless, both clans look to Sven to rule. Though willing to rise up, he must first uncover the root of the prophecy. That means reuniting with the woman who holds his heart and setting forth on a perilous journey.

Sven and Emily navigate not only their feelings for one another but the burgeoning prophecy that might take it all away. Will they be able to conquer their new adversary before it’s too late? Or is this just the beginning of something that will change life as they know it? Find out in Viking King's Vendetta, an action-packed time travel romance full of adventure, epic battles, sizzling passion, unexpected twists and powerful Viking dragon-shifters.


“I need to go to Sven.” She worked to remain strong and level, rather than let emotions get the better of her. “How is he?”

“As to be expected,” Samantha replied.

She knew full well what ‘as to be expected’ meant when it came to Sven. He was somewhere alone whittling wood deep in thought, not sharing a darn thing with anyone. So imagine her surprise when they arrived, and she heard him roaring orders.

“Loki’s hell,” she muttered before she sprinted through the village in his direction. She ran past cottages with their long sloping roofs and a medieval society that had long been her own. Though many murmured hello, there was no missing the somber feel of the place.

Determined to at least stop Sven’s ranting, she rushed in the front door of the main lodge and stopped short. Though she had intended to race into his arms and hug him like she had always done, she did nothing of the sort.

No, she just stared at him.

Dressed in black pants, heavy boots, and a black leather jerkin, he raked a hand through his ebony hair as he paced. Though he had always been extraordinarily handsome, he was more so now. Was he always so tall and broad? Did he always carry himself with such confidence? His features had always been striking, but even they seemed to have changed. Matured somehow into a face that made her breath catch and her heart skip a beat. 

His turbulent cobalt blue eyes turned her way. “Emily.”

That was it. That was all he said in a voice deeper than she recalled. But it was all she needed to snap out of her reverie and fly into his arms despite the annoying and very sudden shyness she felt. He didn’t say anything just wrapped her up in his arms like he had always done. Yet, not surprisingly, even that felt different. More encompassing.

That’s when she realized she was home.

It wasn’t the village or even the people but him. She pressed her cheek against his chest and inhaled deeply. She had missed his scent. Spruce, and woodland. Him. Sven. Her best friend.

“You are here,” he finally murmured, clearly relieved as he cupped her cheeks then brushed his lips across her forehead, just like he had always done. His eyes met hers. “I was worried about you.”

“Me too…I was worried…” She pressed her lips together, rallying her strength when she wanted to sob in relief. Now wasn’t the time for that. Like Samantha said, he needed her to be strong. That’s how they worked. If she was faltering, he was strong for her and vice versa. That was their thing.

Tuesday, May 28, 2019

Romance on the High Seas! The Sea Hellion. #mustread

Ahoy Mateys! It’s that time again. Another pirate romance has arrived! For those of you who read The Seafaring Rogue (Pirates of Britannia) last year, my pirate crew has returned. This time we’re following Elspeth’s brother, Douglas MacLauchlin and his long lost love, Sorcha on their high seas adventure. This one was so much fun to write. Of course, Douglas was a cunning pirate hero and Sorcha? Ca-razzy but verra entertaining. ;-)

I’ll be at Historical Harlots’ FB page from 1-1:30 PM EST today chatting up The Sea Hellion if you want to stop by. Expect a few Amazon gift card giveaways. Contests end May 29th, 2019 12 PM EST. Hope to see you there!

All right then, for all ye pirate fans, batten down the hatches and ready yer sea legs, ‘tis going to be a wild ride! Happy Reading! Xo

About the Book

Determined to reap revenge and save crewmates taken by ruthless pirate Antoine Basille, Sorcha has no choice but to seek help from the scoundrel who broke her heart, Cap'n Douglas "Hellion" MacLauchlin. When Douglas agrees, it's on his terms, done his way. She will become his meek captive so they can gain access to Hebrides Cove where Antoine awaits.  

Will they be able to fool their cunning nemesis and get back not just stolen treasure but the imprisoned crew? Or will their depraved foe see through their charade? Find out as Cap'n Douglas, and his feisty pirate lass navigate a turbulent but passionate adventure that reignites long denied love. 

Amazon US→  https://amzn.to/2E7OXzO

Amazon Universal→ getbook.at/TheSeaHellion

FREE in Kindle Unlimited.


She made her way into his cabin, plunked down behind his desk, and rested her feet on its surface. The space was clean enough with dark furnishings and very little opulence to speak of. But then that was Douglas. Nowhere near being showy, but a simple sort that clearly didn’t surround himself with his success. 

Her eyes drifted to his less-than-perfectly made bed at odds with his perfectly maintained ship. How many women had he had on that? Plenty she supposed. Lord knows she had put her own cabin and bed to good use. Bored already, she sighed and tried to open a few desk drawers, but they were locked. Fully prepared for such, she pulled a pin from her hair, bent it just right, carefully slid it into the drawer, then turned slowly before, click, it unlocked.

Eager to rifle through his things and see what he had been up to, she started to slide out the drawer only for the cabin door to swing open. When Douglas’s eyes found her, he shook his head.

“Och, I knew leaving ye alone in here for a moment was a moment too long,” he groused, then ordered her to the bed.

She perked her brows, surprised and more than a wee bit aroused by this turn of events. Not that she would let him see as much.

“I thought we had come to an understanding,” she replied. “Now ye think to lie with me?”

“Nay, lass.” Rope at the ready, he rested his hands on the desk across from her and narrowed his deep-set eyes. “But I do intend to keep ye out of trouble.” The corner of his mouth curled up in challenge. “So either ye get on my bed on yer own, or I’ll put ye there.”

She frowned at the rope, then the ring in the wall above his bed before she glared at him. “Ye wouldae.”

“But I would.” The look in his eyes was telling. “And I will.”

“’Tis not necessary for me to play the part of yer captive until we get closer to the cove,” she argued, then relented because it was clear by the set of his strong jaw that he meant business. “Fine, then I willnae snoop through yer things if ‘twill put ye in such a huff.”

“Ye will though.” He pointed at the bed. “Besides, ‘twill do ye good to practice being a prisoner.” She swore a twinkle lit his eyes. “Now that ye’ve mastered how to be meek, ‘tis time to practice what is coming yer way at the cove.”

“Och, nay,” she began, but it was too late. Far faster than she expected, he had her over his shoulder, then flopped down on the bed. She fought him, muttering, “bloody hell ye will,” the whole time, but he was quicker than her, and had her wrists tied off to the ring in no time.

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Friday, May 17, 2019

The Sea Hellion (Pirates of Britannia) #historicalromance

The countdown’s on to more Britannia pirates! Douglas “Hellion” MacLauchlin and his wee pirate lassie are sailing the high seas, due to arrive on your Kindle May 28th, 2019. FREE in Kindle Unlimited. Until then, The Sea Hellion (sequel to The Seafaring Rogue) is available for pre-order!

About the Book

Determined to reap revenge and save crewmates taken by ruthless pirate Antoine Basille, Sorcha has no choice but to seek help from the scoundrel who broke her heart, Cap'n Douglas "Hellion" MacLauchlin. When Douglas agrees, it's on his terms, done his way. She will become his meek captive so they can gain access to Hebrides Cove where Antoine awaits.  

Will they be able to fool their cunning nemesis and get back not just stolen treasure but the imprisoned crew? Or will their depraved foe see through their charade? Find out as Cap'n Douglas, and his feisty pirate lass navigate a turbulent but passionate adventure that reignites long denied love. 

Pre-order Now! →

Amazon US Link- https://amzn.to/2E7OXzO
Amazon Universal Link- getbook.at/TheSeaHellion


Though Brechin had staggered under the force of Douglas’s fist, he bounced back just fine. Knuckles clenched, the Irishman issued a taunting grin as he spat blood on the ground and went for the figurative jugular. 
“’Tis not about a pretty bauble to ye, friend,” he goaded. “But about the fact ye never got her because, in the end, she didnae want ye.” He tapped his temple. “She wanted what was up here.” He grabbed his crotch. “But most especially, what was down here—”
That’s all he got out before Douglas lunged at him, and they hit the ground, then started rolling. All he could see was the bloody Irishman sailing off into the damn sunset with her the last time she was here. Then the sleepless nights where all he could envision was Brechin having her. Tasting lips that should have been his to taste. Touching soft silky skin that should have been his to feel. Hearing her moans of pleasure and owning her love as he once did.
Most pointedly though?
All of it happening as Douglas became a distant memory to her.
He and Brechin fought on a rough shore, so it was uncomfortable rolling over jagged pebbles and gritty sand as they both managed to get in a few good punches before Douglas finally got him right where he wanted him.
Pinned beneath him with his hands wrapped around the Irishman’s neck.
“Yer cock willnae work so well when ye’re dead,” he ground out as he squeezed Brechin's neck, trembling he was so infuriated. “Aye, laddie?”
“Och, ‘tis enough!” Sorcha crouched beside them, all the while muttering under her breath about damn difficult skirts. “Let him go, MacLauchlin. Ye’ve had yer fun.”
“Nay.” He shook his head. “Not nearly, lass.”
“Let him go.” She brought her dirk to Douglas’s neck. “Now.”
He could care less if she slit his throat so long as he took Brechin with him. As it stood, the Irishman wasn’t doing too well, so it was only a matter of time.
“Douglas,” she warned, pressing the blade tighter. “Let him go.”
When Brechin gasped something, his pleading eyes on Sorcha, she sighed and shook her head. That’s when Douglas realized this was the perfect opportunity to test his theory. To see how close she and the Irishman really were.
“If I didnae know better, I would say he wants ye to say something, lass.” His gaze never left Brechin who continued to struggle for air. “Mayhap even confess to something.”
“Ballocks, ye’re as stubborn as ever!” she said.
Instead of confessing like the meek lady she so wished to portray, she did something he should have seen coming. She tossed aside the blade, hiked up her skirts, and leapt on his back, switching her tactic to strangling him rather than reasoning with him as she wrapped her arm around his neck.
“Let him go,” she ground out, “ye bloody stubborn Scot, pain in my arse!”
Drunken chuckles and even a few murmurs of concern drifted from the crowd as Brechin’s face grew redder and his lips turned purple. His crazed eyes continued to plead with Sorcha to say something worthwhile. Something that might save his quickly dwindling life.
“Och, ye’re a stubborn wee one yerself, lass,” Douglas muttered. He tried to shoulder her off, but she had a good grip on him. Just like she always had one way or another. So he knew full well she would not let up. That she truly thought she would sway him physically rather than have to confess to a truth she didn’t want to admit to.  
So he did all he could, and lessened his grip on Brechin’s neck just enough to mayhap get a confession out of him. Thankfully, the Irishman was wise enough to use that time effectively and gasped precisely what Douglas wanted to hear.
“We…are…not…married…never were.”
As he gasped out the words, Sorcha, in a last-ditch effort, had the audacity to bite the side of Douglas’s neck. A nip that had enough pinch to swiftly turn his attention from the Irishman struggling for air to the hellion on his back.
“Ye wee troublesome lass,” he grumbled as he let Brechin go and staggered to his feet with her still clinging to him. Despite getting what she wanted, she held on tight.
“Ye think to force a confession then?” she muttered, digging her claws in tight as her nails bit into his chest.
“I dinnae think,” he growled, trying to dislodge her as he staggered about. “But did.”
“Brechin would have said anything to get out of yer lecherous paws.”
“Aye,” he managed around her tightening grip on his neck. “He said what ye were unwilling to.”
“And why do ye think I would be unwilling to say such a thing?” she said. “Why do ye think I would put up such a charade?”
“Because ye’re as afraid of me now as ye were yer sixteenth winter.”
Chuckles turned to laughter, and men cheered as Douglas stumbled about trying to dislodge Sorcha.
“Aye, get him my wee lassie cap’n,” many called out who could only be her crew.
His crew, unfortunately, were not so supportive with their various jests.
“Och, the great and ruthless Cap’n MacLauchlin taken down by a wee lassie and her sharp bite,” one called.
“All the pirates in Britannia cannae take him down, but a wee lassie will bring him to his knees,” another said.
“If she ever stops riding his back,” yet another called. “When ‘tis clear she’d rather ride something else.”
“Ye’ve made a bloody mockery of me in front of my men,” she grunted as he tried to shove her off again to no avail.
“I would say that was all yer doing,” he grumbled as he stumbled toward the sea, spying a way out of this situation. “Ye and yer stubborn nature.” He strode into the water. “Ye’re like a barnacle on a bloody ship. A pain in the arse to get off.”
“What are ye up to,” she began, but it was too late.
They went under.
While he had intended to use the water to get her off of him, he stumbled, and they got caught in a wave instead. Fortunately, it offered enough oomph and leverage to finally dislodge her. Yet, before she tumbled along the ocean floor—which he briefly considered letting happen—he grabbed hold of her and regained his footing.
“What am I up to, ye ask?” He yanked her against him and walked far enough in that he could maintain his balance but her not so much. “Finally greeting ye the way ye really wanted when ye arrived.”
Before she could push, punch, scratch, or most especially, bite, he dug his hand into her wet hair and did what he had been waiting to do again for far too long.  

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Tuesday, April 9, 2019

Fated Mates Risk Everything in Viking's Ransom. #PNR

The moment has arrived! Another installment in Viking Ancestors: Rise of the Dragon has arrived. Join Eirik and Kenzie as they embark on one heck of an adventure in tenth century Scandinavia. Feedback is already rolling in that readers super love this one, so I hope you do too! Keep the tissues handy though because it’s an emotional rollercoaster ride. But aren’t those the best kind?

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Kenzie is determined to be there for her sisters no matter what it takes. Even if it means giving herself over to her fated mate, Viking Eirik Sidgir. When she ends up traveling through time to tenth century Scandinavia, she's ready for whatever comes her way. Until a chance encounter with Hel, the Goddess of Helheim, who has long loved Eirik.

Having recognized Kenzie from the moment he saw her picture in the twenty-first century, Eirik realizes the time has finally come. A secret close to the heart is about to be revealed, and the stunning red-head is the only person capable of protecting what matters most to him.

Unfortunately, Hel has already stolen Kenzie away. Now he needs to convince the goddess to give him back his bargaining chip because of a little known prophecy. One that foretells he must offer up the woman he loves as ransom to get back what has been taken from him.

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“We can return to the others now,” she murmured, well aware he had brought her here to make sure she was really okay. To be a sounding board if she needed one. She was doing all right though. In truth, she would just as soon stay here simply to spend time alone with him. But not if he thought he had to make her feel better the whole time. “I know your heart’s in the right place, but I don’t need coddling.”

“I know you do not.” He stroked her hair then inhaled its scent. “I just wanted to show you something…and be alone together.”

Glad they were on the same page, she inhaled his scent just as deeply, amazed by how much she was into him. Thrilled by the sensation. Addicted to it almost. She had never wanted to be in a man’s arms so much. Against him. Touching him.

“Come,” he whispered before he pulled her after him along the river to a stream that branched off and ran beneath a thick intricately carved stone archway.

“That definitely looks manmade,” she remarked, caught by the stunning beauty of the area. Moss caked rocks lined the stream and delicate roots from sparkling silver trees draped down into the water as if long, enchanted hair caught in the moonlight. It was all so eye-catching, she found herself walking forward without much thought as to where she was going.

“Why does this place look so familiar?” she whispered, smiling as she saw the entranceway between the roots to a dark but tempting pool of water directly beneath the archway. “It’s a whirlpool of sorts, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” he said, joining her. “Though this stream is one of many in the area, this location seems more caught up in the Realm’s oddities.”

“What do you mean?” she murmured, eying a small but lush bed of green grass nestled beside the whirlpool. Before he could respond, her eyes were drawn specifically to the compelling swirl of water, and she suddenly understood. “The water’s different here isn’t it?”

“Yes,” he replied. “Like a few bodies of water in the Realm, it goes against the laws of gravity, but there is even more to it

“My God,” she whispered, interrupting him as she figured it out. She began removing her clothes, compelled to go in. To be part of all this. “It flows both upstream and downstream at the same time.”

Yet she knew he had been about to say even more. That he was going to speak of the inherent magic of this place. Because its pure enchantment was undeniable.

“It does flow both ways,” he confirmed, as he began undressing as well.

Her gaze remained locked on the whirlpool as she waded in. It drew her in a way that brought unexplainable joy to her heart. Oh, how she wanted to immerse herself in it.

Remember it.

“That makes no sense,” she murmured. “Why would I want to remember it when I’ve never been here before?” She stopped and glanced over her shoulder at Eirik, suddenly certain this place was more than familiar to him and not because he had visited it lately. “It makes sense to you though, doesn’t it?”

“It does,” he confirmed, his eyes never leaving hers. “It did the moment I first discovered it.”

A delicious, life-altering sort of chill washed over her as their eyes held. “Why?” She swept her eyes over the area then looked at him again. “What does this place have to do with us, Eirik?”

“Everything,” he said softly, pulling off the last of his clothes before he joined her. “It has to considering this is where we were the first time I dreamt of you years ago.”

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