Welcome!
Summer is sizzling hot here in New Hampshire and as usual, I’m writing away.
The characters from the MacLomain Series- Next Generation are keeping me well
entertained. I hope you enjoyed last month’s release, Vow of the
Highlander. I know several readers have been anticipating Malcolm’s
story. Well wait no more… Wrath of the Highlander is here!
This book
kept me up many nights not just writing but simply thinking. Why? Well, not
only is this novel at the center of the series but it’s about one of my
favorite characters, Malcolm MacLomain. As you can imagine, crawling inside his
head was no easy task. Sure, he’d had it rough what with a traitorous wife now
deceased and a lairdship denied him, but I was determined to see past his
brooding nature to the man he once was. Though aggressive and dominating, I
knew he was also by far one of the most honorable highlanders I’ve written
about. Through that honor I was able to further understand what was at the root
of him.
They say
behind every good man is a good woman. As it turns out, Malcolm’s was not who
you might’ve anticipated. Though Sheila made it clear she desired him, she kept
a secret in Vow of the Highlander that you’ll soon read about. But
little would that have mattered because there’s another Broun cousin in town…
or should I say medieval Scotland? With Cadence around, things will never be
the same.
So here you
go! I hope you enjoy reading Wrath of the Highlander half as
much as I enjoyed writing it.
Blurb
Bookstore
owner and ghostwriter, Cadence wants nothing more than to be part of the
unending draw between her Broun heritage and the medieval MacLomain clan. When
an unexpected Claddagh ring appears on her finger, the distant past soon
becomes her future. Though sure she was brought back in time for another man,
the laird’s cousin soon draws her eye, then her every thought.
Recently
widowed by a traitorous wife, Malcolm MacLomain has no use for love. Merciless,
he swears revenge on his enemies and embarks for war. When courageous and
persevering, Cadence becomes part of his endeavor his broken heart starts to
mend. Caught in an unexpected journey of forgiveness and discovery, two worlds
collide and heal despite the, Wrath of the Highlander.
Excerpt
“Have you
found your mystery man yet, lass?” he said, so low she would feel the rumble of
his inquisition through the thin material of her silky, smooth dress.
Her lips
trembled, eyes wide, but she gave no answer.
Oh, but to
close his lips over hers.
“No,” Cadence finally murmured, her eyes still
locked on his. “But I will find him.”
When she
licked her lips, his eyes drifted down. Wide and full, they were created for
pure sin. He could only imagine them running down his body, surrounding him
where it mattered most. Damnation, he needed her closer.
Though he
wouldn’t kiss her, he’d sure as hell dance with her.
Ignoring her
assurance that she was meant for another man, Malcolm pulled her into the
dancing crowd. It didn’t matter if the music was merry; he wasn’t in the mood
for speed. Besides, he needed to hide his swelling erection. This time he’d not
temper the poor thing with magic. Nay, she’d feel his need while she tried to
keep focus on the man she so eagerly sought.
“Goddess
above, what are you doing to me,” she
whispered, voice strangled.
Arms wrapped
tight around her lower back, he brought his mouth against her ear. “‘Twill be
no goddess giving you answers, only me.” He tightened his hold. “Do you feel me
then, lass?”
“How could I
not?” she gasped. Hands clamped on his upper arms, she turned her face into his
chest and mumbled, “You show ill respect to a man you have not met.”
“I dinnae
respect a man until he earns it.” Malcolm closed his eyes and breathed in the
sweet scent of her hair.
As each
individual note trilled from the bagpipe, she melted against him more
thoroughly than the icy snowflakes speckling his heated skin. Fire and drink
might warm the crowd but where they stood his breath hit the air in foggy puffs.
Always a fan of the cold, but an even bigger fan of a bonnie wee lass against
him, he cupped one hand around the back of her neck.
Her heart
thundered against his.
Her body shuddered.
“Easy,
lass,” he whispered. “I willnae take what you’re unwilling to give.”
“Yet you
hold me prisoner,” she murmured.
“Nay, we but
dance.”
“If only.”
Her words
were so soft he barely heard them.
Jaw grinding,
he held her securely with his arm while pressing his arousal tighter against
her. Och, but to be inside of her, to see the look on her face when he made her
his.
“No,” she
whispered. Then she pulled back, her voice stronger as her eyes met his. “No.”
“Aye, lass.”
But he loosened his hold and gave her one more word before he let her go.
“Soon.”
Coming
soon to iTunes and Google Books
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