Happy
Holidays everyone! I hope you’re enjoying a festive yuletide season so far and
have an amazing New Year. Things have been busy in my neck of the woods with
several writing projects. Today, I’m thrilled to announce the release
of A Scot's Pledge, the first book in my latest Highlander series. A friends-to-lovers journey across time, A Scot’s Pledge follows
Tiernan and Julie on a fast-paced adventure that’s bound to
keep you on the edge of your seat. Hope you enjoy!
Purchase at Amazon
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FREE in Kindle Unlimited
About the Book
Accustomed to watching over things for Clan MacLomain and their Viking
ancestors, Julie had given up hope of traveling back in time for love like
those before her. Until the day an old friend turned crush shows up on her
doorstep in New Hampshire claiming he needs help in fourteenth century
Scotland.
Having pledged to help his clan, Laird Tiernan MacLomain searches for
his destined Broun in the twenty-first century. Yet he only wants the woman
he's secretly loved for years. So he breaks the rules and brings Julie back to
the medieval period with him. She might lack the bloodline needed to harness
the power of the Claddagh, but he won't leave her behind.
Together, they embark on a whirlwind quest to protect King David II
against Edward Balliol and his disenfranchised nobles, the 'disinherited.' They
also face a dark threat nobody foresaw. Will Tiernan and Julie defeat it
without the power of predestined love? Or will breaking the rules be their
ultimate downfall and Scotland's ruin? Find out in A Scot's Pledge, an
emotional and passionate journey into the turbulent onset of the Second War of
Scottish Independence.
Excerpt
He had her figured out. But of
course, he did. He was her best friend. “How did you get that out of everything
I just said?”
“Actually, I’ve sensed it for
quite some time now.” He remained perfectly blunt. “When you opened the door
tonight, I knew you felt just as strongly as me.”
“You don’t know that.”
“But I do.”
“How?”
“Your heart for starters.” His
eyes twinkled. “’Twas about pounding out of your chest.”
“Maybe I’d been dancing...”
yeah, right, so weak, “with my
friends.”
The corner of his mouth shot
up. “To Christmas music?”
“It can be upbeat.”
“You hate dancing.”
“I hate sucking at dancing.”
“You dinnae suck at dancing.”
“Oh, but I do.”
“You just havenae had the right
partner.”
“We’re talking about upbeat
dancing,” she reminded.
“Nay, we’re talking about you
trying to do what you think is the right thing,” he replied. “Pushing me away
when all you really want to do is find out what it would be like…at last.”
He was way too on to her. Yet what precisely was he referring to? It
sounded like they might be off the topic of dancing and on to something else.
“Being cryptic like your father again, I see.”
“You know what I’m talking
about.”
Definitely not dancing. Right?
“No clue.” But she could
imagine so very, very well.
“You want to know what it would
feel like to dance with me.” His tone dropped to a sexy octave that about
curled her toes. “Then, mayhap more.”
“Definitely not interested in
dancing,” she lied then grabbed at anything she could. “Okay, I’m just gonna
give it to you straight.” She thought fast and came up with the perfect
argument. “I think your magic going all wonky has you struggling for normalcy,
something dependable, and that’s always been me. So you’re latching on to what
makes you feel like you still have control over things.”
“Latching on?” he murmured, his
gaze all smoldering-bedroom-eyes now. “Good idea.” His magic wasn’t so wonky
that he couldn’t flick a wrist and turn the music up. Before she darted away,
he reeled her close. “You’re right. Latching on to you does make me feel
better.” His eyes met hers. “In control, as you say.”
This was so not a good idea. Stay
strong. Step away. Think of Scotland. All the lives depending on him. You’re
his voice of reason. Yet, just like it had when he embraced her earlier,
all logic fled the moment she was in his arms. Her inner self-coach threw in
the towel at the feel of his hard body. At the look in his gorgeous eyes.
She was in way over her head
here.
Scratch that. She’d already
drowned.
“You are not entirely right,
though, Jules,” he murmured, tilting her chin until her eyes didn’t stray from
his. As if they ever would. “This doesnae feel normal in the least.”
Had she mentioned normal at
some point? Because she agreed, this felt anything but. She felt electrified,
on fire, like the room—no, the whole house—was fading away. All that existed
was him. His hot as hell face, his eyes, lips, the tiny braids in his hair, the
plaid wrapped over his broad shoulder…
“Oh, no,” she exclaimed, realizing too late he’d pulled her right into
his web.
The room was really
gone.
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