I hope everyone’s enjoying a fabulous 2016 so far!
As usual, I’ve kept busy traveling through time to medieval Scotland and
ninth-century Scandinavia. The MacLomain Series: Later Years has
been coming right along. Lots of unexpected things happen as Rònan and Erin
come together. I absolutely loved writing about this couple as they struggled
with the reasons they shouldn’t be together while fighting a strong attraction.
As I’m sure you might have guessed by the blurb, you can expect not only a
dragon-shifting Scotsman but his Viking brethren. So I won’t keep you waiting
any longer. Oath of a Scottish Warrior is now available! Be
sure to join me on tour for a chance to win a $25 gift card to either Amazon or
Barnes & Noble. The schedule is listed at the end of this post.
Blurb
Haunted by childhood memories and the fact she is
likely going mute, Erin embraces a quiet life in Vermont. A life away from all
the mistakes she has made and the people she’s hurt. A peaceful existence with
her horses. A cynic by nature, she doesn’t buy into what she soon learns.
Apparently she’s part of an unending connection between twenty-first century
Broun women and medieval MacLomain men. When a Claddagh ring crosses her path,
she’s compelled to steal it. A bad move because the ring is meant to find true
love. Something Erin feels she stopped deserving a long time ago.
Of dragon blood, Chieftain Rònan MacLeod is by
birth, half MacLomain. While raised to protect the future King of Scotland, he
lives life with an open mind. The idea of a ring binding him to one lass seems
far-fetched. However, when a woman named Jackie calls to him from the dark
edges of the Celtic Otherworld, he swears an oath to save her. That means
traveling to the future to protect her before she’s taken by the enemy. The
only problem? She is not where she should be. Instead, he finds a beautiful,
defiant lass named Erin. Now he must make a choice. Continue seeking out Jackie
or protect the one he’s with.
Thrust back in time to ninth-century Scandinavia,
Rònan and Erin find sanctuary with his Viking ancestors. With help from not
only King Naðr Véurr Sigdir but his offspring, they learn more than
anticipated. Something that will either damn them or set them free. Drawn to
one another, heat flares. A fire neither could have imagined. Scorching.
Searing. Unavoidable. One they must fight if they want to save those they care
for most.
Will they be able to protect wee Robert the Bruce
from evil when they end up back in Scotland? Or will their repressed feelings
be their ultimate doom? After all, it’s supposed to take the oath of a Scottish
warrior to save a future king. Not the oath of a warrior who ended up forsaking
all because he lost his heart along the way.
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Excerpt
Erin almost overfilled the mug as she watched him
out of the corner of her eye. Damn, he was hot as hell. Heat flared between her
thighs as she eyed his snug leather pants, and broad, muscled, tattooed chest
and arms. She swallowed. Maybe leaving him outside would have been the smarter move.
Rònan inhaled sharply then released a long, slow
breath as he closed his eyes, shook his head, and whispered, “Gods give me
strength, you smell good.”
Doing her best to keep her eyes averted, she held
out a mug. “Here, drink. It’ll help warm you.”
“Many thanks,” he murmured and took the mug. “Will
you not look at me then? You did so outside and we managed through.”
“Likely because I had a blade to your neck,” she
reminded.
“If I’ve the strength to look at you then you’ve
the same strength, lass,” he said softly. “Please.”
“Not gonna lie. I’m too damned aroused.” She shook
her head and turned away. “Drink your ale and warm yourself, Rònan.”
He growled in frustration. “We need to push past
this if we’re to protect the Bruce as we should.”
“We don’t need to look at each other to protect
Robert.”
“Aye, but we do.” He downed the ale in a few gulps.
“Especially if we’re to battle alongside one another. Eye contact is
important.”
She hated to admit it but he was right. “I’ll get
there. Promise. It just doesn’t look like it’ll be happening right now.” Though
it was about the last thing she wanted to say for more reasons than one, she
said, “Why aren’t you still with the redhead? After you warm up, it might be
best if you rejoin her.”
“Nay.” He refilled his mug and handed her one as
well. “Whilst she was pleasant enough I couldnae seem to muster desire for
her.”
Erin almost cursed when a rush of satisfaction blew
through her. “You two seemed to be doing just fine dancing.”
“Only because I meant to make you jealous,” he
whispered. “Because I felt the same when I saw you with Darach and the Vikings.”
Though she should have been surprised by his
bluntness, she wasn’t. Like her, he accepted what simmered between them for
what it was. Simple lust based on dragon blood.
“Well, you’ve got nothing to be jealous of because
Darach and I are just friends and me and my Viking posse have an
understanding.” She took several sips as she navigated around him to the fire
without meeting his eyes. “All that aside, we both need to remember that not
only is what we’re feeling nothing more than a dragon thing but that Jackie’s
out there somewhere waiting for you.”
“Viking posse?” he said. “Is that what you’re
calling Tait and Bjorn?”
“Yup.”
“Why did you not take Tait tonight?” Rònan’s question
was a deep rumble close to her ear as he moved behind her. “I know he offered
and I know you were tempted to accept.”
Right. Because their thoughts mingled.
“You know the answer to that,” she said softly
because she didn’t trust her vocal chords.
“Aye,” he said. “You think it would have
complicated things had you taken Tait to your bed but I dinnae ken that. Perhaps
it would have eased the ache you suffer now? Would easing that ache not make it
easier to focus on what lies ahead?”
She was tempted to turn and confront him but stayed
put. “Not if I ended up having stronger feelings for him because of it. Who
knows, there’s a good chance I wouldn’t want to leave here if I did.”
“I saw how you were with the wee Bruce earlier,” he
said. “So I dinnae doubt you would do whatever was needed to protect him.”
“How did you see?” she started then shook her head.
“You never really left with the redhead did you?”
“I dinnae want the redhead,” he murmured, words
still close to her ear, his body a warm wall at her back. “I want you, lass.”
Erin closed her eyes and focused on breathing
evenly. “No, you want Jackie.”
“Aye, part of me,” he admitted. “But it feels more
like desiring a figment of my imagination. ‘Tis nothing like what I feel now.
Here.” His hand fell on her shoulder. “With you.”
Hell, this was pure torture.
Blood rushed through her veins so rapidly she grew
lightheaded.
“I can’t.” She shook her head but couldn’t manage
to step away, could not get her feet to work. “What if you and Jackie are meant
for one another? I love that woman to death and would hate myself if…”
Save for the crackling fire and howling wind, the
room grew quiet as her unsaid words hung in the air. As if his feet were as
glued to the floor as hers, Rònan didn’t move for several long moments. Yet he
eventually stepped away, his voice soft. “You’re right, lass. ‘Twould not be
right.”
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Passion of a Scottish Warrior (Book Four)
Coming May 16, 2016.
Available now for pre-order.
Determined to protect Jackie from evil, Darach
Hamilton flees MacLomain Castle without telling anyone his destination. As
foretold by Celtic Goddess Brigit, that should have made the
enemy pursue him. But nothing is as it seems. When he learns the dark demi-god
went after Jackie instead, he races to her side only to discover something
unexpected. Things have changed. There might be hope for them. Maybe he can finally
be with her. After all, he’s been dreaming about her for years. The only
problem? He already pushed her into another man’s arms.
Over a month has passed since Jackie traveled back
in time from modern day New Hampshire to medieval Scotland. Since then, it’s
been a non-stop adventure. Now she’s in ninth-century Scandinavia with Heidrek,
a Viking set to inherit the throne. A man that Darach wants her to be with
despite the unforgettable kiss they shared. Then there’s the newfound Claddagh
ring on her finger. Its stone can only be ignited by the love of a MacLomain.
And Darach is by birth, the only remaining MacLomain not taken. Yet despite the
power the ring’s glow could harness, she wants nothing to do with it. Not in
light of her terrible secret. One she prays will keep any man from loving her
because it will mean their ruin.
Many revelations come to light when Jackie, Darach,
and Heidrek travel through time to keep the future King, wee Robert the Bruce
safe. Determined to spare them heartbreak, Jackie refuses both men. Still, one
of them ends up invoking unavoidable passion. A timeless draw. One she tries to
fight. But some things are meant to be and Fate has a plan for them all. Epic
love. Ultimate war. Inescapable death. Twists nobody saw coming. An ending that
will either see Scotland through to what it is today or rewrite history
altogether.
Find out how everything unfolds in Passion of a Scottish Warrior, the final
installment in the MacLomain Series: Later Years.
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