Just Imagine

Just Imagine

Feeling chatty?

Welcome to my blog! Pull up a chair, grab a cup of coffee and read what's on my mind. I've a vicious sense of humor, an apprecation for romance and a mad addiction to writing.

Saturday, May 30, 2020

Don't Miss This! #HistoricalRomance

Hello, all! I just had to share amazingly talented author Emmanuelle de Maupassant’s latest sale!

Love steamy Viking romance? Right now, you can nab her whole Viking Warriors trilogy for just 99c (and then claim in audio for a snip) => https://amzn.to/3gEhLBF

Also discounted in the UK => https://amzn.to/3eA5hco

Discount ends June 5th so grab it while you can!

About the Trilogy

Captured. Claimed. Seduced.

Three hardened warriors, proven in battle. But, are they worthy of a woman's love?

Burning desire and brutal passion; jealousy and revenge, betrayal, secrets and redemption. Discover what it means to be loved by a Viking.

Viking Thunder

At the mercy of a savage band of Vikings, led by a formidable warrior. Held captive against her wishes. For the first time, a man's strength of will matches Elswyth's own, and she discovers that a Viking's love is not to be denied. As her ruthless captor places her at his mercy, can she protect her heart, or must she surrender all?

Viking Wolf

Caught between two Viking warrior brothers, is Elswyth anything but a pawn in their game of vengeance? As the ancient blood-rituals of Ostara night begin, dark forces are stirring. Nowhere is safe. And there's nowhere left to run.

Viking Beast

A reputation built upon years of ruthless savagery. A leader revelling in bloodshed and conquest. A man bent on revenge. Falling into the hands of the Beast, there is no escape. Elswyth must summon all her strength. Without it, she won’t survive.

Volumes 1-3 of the Viking Warriors dark historical romance series.

Tuesday, May 12, 2020

Modern-day woman. Medieval Highlander. Steamy battle-of-wills adventure.

Waving hello! I hope you and yours are staying safe during these trying times.

 I'm thrilled to announce A Scot's Resolve, the latest in my ongoing End of an Era series, is now available. This one was super-fun to write and kept me smiling. I hope it does you too.

About the Book

From enemies to lovers, a modern-day woman comes together with a medieval Highlander in a super-steamy battle-of-wills adventure. 

Plagued by dreams of an ancient Irish Stonehenge, Madison not only ends up with a mystical Claddagh ring but finds herself connected to a Highland scoundrel from another century. One she refuses to be destined for. He might set her heart afire, but he also makes her blood boil.
Eager to confront the meddlesome lass haunting his thoughts, Cray MacLeod travels to the twenty-first century only to discover his cousin, Ethyn already there pursuing Madison. He won't be the only one, though. The moment Cray lays eyes on her, he wants her too. She may not be his destined Broun, but he'll make her his regardless.
Once again, Cray finds himself competing with kin for the lass he desires. At least until a mysterious Stonehenge dredges up his painful past, and only Madison can help him face things he would rather forget. Things that draw them closer to daunting secrets they never saw coming.
Will Madison and Cray be driven apart by what they discover? Or will the heartbreak of their pasts be the key to their future? Find out as the quest to keep Scotland's King David II safe from Edward Balliol and his 'disinherited' nobles continues in A Scot's Resolve.


If nothing else could be said about her first encounter with Cray MacLeod, it was that he was absolutely right. She did rue the day she kept him away from one woman, let alone twelve. Now the devil had come to claim his due, and she had never been so terrified.

Or aroused.

She had developed an image in her mind of what he might look like, and it was nothing like the Adonis in front of her. He was supposed to be loathsome and beady-eyed cackling with crazed lust not designed to satisfy every woman’s best erotic dream. If possible, he was even taller than Ethyn and built like a linebacker with broad shoulders. Dirty-blonde hair framed a chiseled face complete with a cleft in his chin.

Then there were his striking, almost unsettling eyes.

What color were they? Light brown? Gold? Technically, they were brown because gold wasn’t a pigmentation. But she swore pale gold cut through the light brown like angry lightning. The shade suited him, only adding to his fierce, almost wild disposition.

“You really are a beast, aren’t you?” she whispered, stunned, already caught like a fly in his trap. A spider in his web. A bird in his cage. Caught in a way she loathed but craved all at once. He had just pulled her up from the ground but hadn’t let go.

“I am dragon,” he said, his alarmingly soft tone so full of sensual promise she knew she was in trouble.

While Ethyn looked at her one way, Cray looked at her another way entirely. Not with flattering desire but dangerous promise. There was nothing dashing or romantic about his intentions for her. No, he was set to have his ‘payback’ and see her make up for all he felt lost to him. All the women denied him.

At the time, she thought he was simply full of himself, which he truly was, and that women wouldn’t fall into his bed so easily, but she was mistaken. Sour mood and all, she imagined just about any woman he pursued would be there in a heartbeat.

So said the telling ache between her own two thighs.

When he inhaled deeply, and his pupils flared with approval, she knew he could smell her. That he was, as he claimed, very much something other than fully human. For a split second, like sunlight flickering through the trees on the highway, she swore red hazed her vision, but it must have been her imagination.

“Nay, ‘tis not your imagination, lass,” he murmured, his eyes searching hers. The moment seemed suspended in time. Crossing all barriers. Spanning some unknown distance.  “But I think you know that. Or at least you once did.”

She blinked against memories that threatened to surface and shook her head. “No.” Finding more gumption than she knew she had, she yanked her wrist free and stepped away. “I’m not a dragon.”

“You are,” he countered, unwilling to let this go. But then she already knew how stubborn he could be.

“I’m not.”

“You are.”



“Och, enough,” Ethyn intercepted. He frowned between them before he looked down the drive. “What was that all about, Madison? Where did your friends go?” Baffled, he shook his head and looked at her. “’Tis one thing that they got by Cray, but how did I not see them walk to the car when ‘twas right in front of me?”

“I have no idea.” Having felt her cell phone vibrate with an incoming text a few minutes ago, she pulled it out and frowned. “Apparently, Destiny cut her hand on a bottle opener, and Alyssa’s driving her to a doctor.” She narrowed her eyes down the drive and shook her head. “Something’s definitely not right about that.”

“Nay,” Ethyn agreed.

She dialed Destiny’s phone then Alyssa’s. Neither answered.

“I’m starting to think there’s a whole lot more to Destiny than meets the eye,” she murmured, shooting off texts to them both.

When the men looked at her in question, she headed inside to dry off and explained.

“So she suffers a wee bit o’ premonition from time to time,” Cray said after she finished. “She is a witch, after all, whether or not she knows it yet.”

He hadn’t stopped looking at her once. His steady gaze followed her as she poured whisky for everyone, counting the glasses out of habit as she went. It was as if he tracked her, like a predator with his prey, watching her every motion. Sizing up how she moved. How fast she might dart away. Which was unnecessary considering how clumsy she could be, seen clearly in her fiasco outside.

Better to focus on Ethyn, who she had claimed was hers when faced with Cray as the alternative. Not to say she wouldn’t mind being with Ethyn. Just seeing him smile made her want to smile in return, which said something. Men rarely invoked such a response. Case in point, far too intense undressing-her-with-his-eyes-Cray certainly didn't.

Nay,” he rumbled, again making himself at home in her mind. “But then I'm not here to make you smile.” The corner of his mouth curled up ever-so-slightly, his sensual warning crystal clear. “I'm here to put another look entirely on your face.”

Purchase Now getbook.at/AScotsResolve

Wednesday, May 6, 2020

The Grand Highlander Finale! #Romance

The grand finale is almost here! It’s hard to believe the last two books in what’s become a “MacLomain Universe” at Goodreads, are now available. Back when I first ‘met’ the characters from the original series in 2007, I had no idea four more generations spanning from 1199 to 1346 would follow eager to tell their stories. They did, though, and it’s been an amazing ride!

But alas, all good things must come to an end so 27 Scottish MacLomain books later, it’s time to say goodbye. (not to say spin-off series aren’t coming- think MacLeod dragons and Hamilton wizards ;-)) First, however, the MacLomains need closure. That means completing their latest good-vs-evil quest to save Scotland and finally discovering what influenced the ‘creation’ of Adlin MacLomain in Ireland centuries before.   

That said, the last two books in my End of an Era series are now available for pre-order!

A Scot’s Favor (Book 4)

 A passionate enemies-to-lovers tale rife with haunting intrigue and unholy secrets.

Determined to save his wolf from a trap and confront his enemy, Ethyn MacLomain travels from fourteenth-century Scotland to twenty-first-century New Hampshire only to find the unexpected. He was the one lured into a trap. Now his destiny is inexplicably tied to another. His soul not entirely his own.

Will Ethyn and his destined Broun be able to break the spell that both binds them together yet keeps them apart? The price they paid for forbidden love long ago? Or will the curse that’s held them hostage for centuries mark the beginning of a dark end? Find out in A Scot’s Favor, a fast-paced quest to save Berwick-Upon-Tweed and free love long held under siege.

A Scot’s Retribution (Book 5)

Will a noble warrior find solace in the arms of the lass he has loved since the beginning? Or is his soul already damned and the fate of Scotland doomed? Find out in A Scot's Retribution, the steamy edge-of-your-seat epic conclusion of the entire MacLomain series.