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text 2018-09-22 11:00
August 2018 Recap!

 

 

I've been so busy reading that I am running a bit behind but here we go: The month of August was an awesome mix of adventures with lots of romance from the sweet to the sinfully divine. I revisited a lot of wonderful worlds and even traveled to new and fascinating worlds and the characters that I met along the way... well lets just say that there was sexy, bold and captivating. So let me break down my adventures for you in case you missed some of them during the month and if you see you one you haven't had the pleasure of visiting or maybe an intriguing character that you haven't met, be sure and look them up.

 

I visited 26 5 STAR worlds and 13 4 STAR worlds, wow that's a total of 39 wonderfully satisfying adventures of which there were:

 

8 #romanticsuspense


5 #contemporaryromance


of those 13 there was


1 #lawenforcement read
1 #K9unit read


2 #militaryromance reads
1 of which of a #SEALs read & 1 of which was a #paranormalromanticsuspese #alteredsoldiers read


2 #mercenaryromance reads
2 privatesecurity reads


2 #cowboyromance reads
1 of which was a #mmromance read

 

 

PARANORMAL & OTHERS

 

1 #historical #fantasyromance


8 #shifterromance


of which there were
3 #wolfshifters, 1 mixed #shifter, 5 #dragonshifters & 1 #direwolfshifters reads
4 #paranormalromance


of which there were
2 #vampireromances & 1 #faeromance

 

1 #paranormal #romanticcomedy
which inculded #shifters & #witches

 

6 #scifiromance
which included 3 #alienromances, 1 #alienabductionromance, 2 #spaceoperas & 1 #postapocalytpic #reverseharem #romance

 

3 #urbanfantasy
1 of which was a #dystopian read

 

Of them all I got to visit 11 fascinating new worlds & characters
10 of which #firstinaseries reads.

 

 

 

 

5STARS

 

#MeganErickson
#WiredandDangerous 2
Darkest Night
#contemporaryromanticsuspense
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1777189/darkestnightreview

 

#MaryMorgan
#LegendsoftheFenianWarriors 2
Oath of a Warrior
#historicalromance #paranormalromance #fantasyromance
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1779078/oathofawarrioreview

 

#DeborahCooke
#Dragonfire 4
Winter Kiss
#paranormalromance #dragonshifter
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1780867/winterkissreview

 

#KarenChance
#DorinaBasarab 4
Shadow's Bane
#urbanfantasy
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1780868/shadowsbanereview

 

#JessAnastasi
#Atrophy 4
Entropy
#scifiromance #spaceopera
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1780873/entropyreviewtour

 

#DonnaGrant
#Reapers 6 / #DarkWorldUniverse
Dark Alpha's Hunger
#paranormalromance #fae
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1781489/darkalphashungerreview

 

#CarolVanNatta
#IceAgeShifters 3
Heart of a Dire Wolf
#paranromalromance #shifers
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1781497/heartofadirewolfreview

 

#ShelleyMunro
#AlienEncounter 1-3
Alien Encounter Box Set
#scifiromance #alienromance
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1782884/alienencounterreview

 

#StasiaBlack & #ASGreen
#TheMarriageLottery 2.5
Their Bride
#postapocalyptic #reverseharem #romance
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1782879/theirbridereview

 

#ChloeNeill
#HeirsofChicagoland 1
Wild Hunger
#urbanfantasy
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1783089/wildhungerreview

 

#DeborahCooke
#SecretHeartInk #1
Snowbound
#contemporaryromance
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1782890/snowboundreview

 

#CathyClamp
#SaziofLunaLake 3
Denied
#paranormalromance #fantasy
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1783425/deniedreview

 

#SettaJay
#MercenarySocialites #1
Mercenary Princess
#contemporary #mercenaryromance
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1783419/mercenaryprincessreview

 

#JulietteCross
#Dominion #1
Darkest Heart
#paranormal #urbanfantasy #dystopian #romance
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1784425/darkestheartreview

 

Brenda Trim & Tami Julka #TrimandJulka
#HollowRockShifters 3
Alpha
#paranormalromance #werewolfromance
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1784615/alphareview

 

#CynthiaEden
#LazarusRising #6
Hold On Tight
#paranormal #romanticsuspense
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1784631/holdontightreview

 

#CarolVanNatta
#CentralGalacticConcordance #CGC #4
Jumper's Hope
#scifiromance #spaceopera #scifiandventure
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1784630/jumpershopereview

 

#DesireeHolt
#Vigliance #3
A Deadly Business
#romanticsuspense #privatesecurity
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1784411/adeadlybusinessreview

 

#CandaceBlevins
#RollingThunderMotorcycleClub -12 / #KirstenOSheaUniverse
Bubbles
#erotic #paranromalmcromance #shifterromance
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1785511/bubblesreview

 

#DeborahCooke
#Dragonfire 5
Harmonia's Kiss
#paranromalromance #dragonshifters
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1786175/harmoniaskissreview

 


#NJWalters
#BloodoftheDrakon 5
Drakon Unchained
#paranormalromance #dragonshifters
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1786179/drakonunchainedreview

 

#CynthiaEden
Immortal Danger
#paranormalromance #vampires #dragonshifters
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1786456/immortaldangerreview

 

#KatieRuggle
#RockyMountainK9Unit 4
Through the Fire
#contemporaryromanticsuspense #K9unit
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1786868/throughthefirereview

 

#AmandaAshley
#MorganCreek 3
Twilight Desires
#paranomalromance #vampies #vampireromance
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1787171/twilightdesiresreview


#LaurenDane
#ChaseBrothers 4
Making Chase
#contemporaryromance
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1787412/makingchasereviewtour

 

#PaigeTyler
#SEALsofCoronado 6
SEAL To the Rescue
#contemporarymilitaryromance
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1787415/sealtotherescuereview

 

 

 

 

 

4STARS

 

 

#LoriKing
#WhiteRavenPackChronicles 1
Nixed
#paranromalromance #wolfshifters
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1779095/nixedreview

 

#DesireeHolt
#GuardianSecurity 1
Moving Target
#contemporary #romanticsupsense
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1779083/movingtargetreview

 

#PatriciaRosemoor
#TheMcKennaLegacy 8
In Name Only
#romanticsuspense
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1780866/innameonlyreview

 

#LoreleiJames
#BlacktopCowboys 9
Racked and Stacked
#contemporary #cowboyromance
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1781493/rackedandstackedreview

 

#SusanStoker
#MountainMercenaries 1
Defending Allye
#contemporary #romanticsuspense #thiller
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1781513/defendingallyereview

 

#JuliaMills
#SouthernFriedSass 1
Later Gator
#paranormal #romanticcomedy
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1782893/latergatorreview

 

#ShelleyMunro
Curse Across Time
#paranormalromance #mmromance
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1784428/curseacrosstimereview

 

#LoriKing
#CrawleyCreek 5-7
Crawley Creek Volume Three
#contemporarywesternromance
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1784622/crawleycreekv3review

 

#MardiMaxwell
#ZarronianWarriors 1
Valan's Bondmate
#erotic #alienabductionromance
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1784623/valansbondmatereview

 

#JennaRyan
#DarkJustice 3
McCabe
#contemporaryromanticsuspense
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1786186/mccabereview

 

#LoraLeigh
#BruteForce 2
Dagger's Edge
#contemporaryromanticsuspense
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1786452/daggersedgereview

 

#KaraLockharteBooks
#DragonLovers 2 / #LickofFire
Belonging to the Dragon
#paranormalromance #dragonshifters
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1786858/belongingtothedragonreview

 

#ShelleyMunro
Interplanetary Love
#scifiromance
http://stormyvixen.booklikes.com/post/1787174/interplanetarylovereview

 

 

 

OH WHAT A MONTH THIS WAS!

HOPE YOU FIND SOMETHING SPECTACULAR IN EVERY WORLD YOU VISIT!

SEE YOU SOON!

 

LOVE,

STORMY VIXEN

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Blog Tour with Excerpt! A Highland Emerald (Highland Treasures #3) Brenda B. Taylor!

 

 

ABOUT THE BOOK:

 

Title: A HIGHLAND EMERALD
Author: Brenda Taylor
Publisher: Bethabara Press
Pages: 268
Genre: Scottish Historical Romance

 


BOOK BLURB:


Aine MacLean is forced into an arranged marriage with Sir William, Chief of Clan Munro, yet her heart belongs to a handsome young warrior in her father’s guard. She must leave Durant Castle, the home of her birth on the Isle of Mull, and travel across Scotland in a perilous journey to her husband’s home on Cromarty Firth.

William agrees to a year and day of handfasting, giving Aine an opportunity to accept him and his clan. He promises her the protection of Clan Munro, however, Aine experiences kidnapping, pirates, and almost loses her life in the River Moriston. She doubts the sincerity of William’s promises and decides to return to Durant Castle when the handfasting ends. William determines to win Aine’s heart.

Will the brave knight triumph in his fight for the bonnie lass?

 

A Highland Emerald is the third book in the award-winning Highland Treasures series. The novel tells the story of Aine MacLean and William Munro and is the prequel to A Highland Pearl.

 

 

Add A Highland Emerald to your shelves at:

 

Goodreads –
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36207443-a-highland-emerald

 


BookBub – https://www.bookbub.com/books/a-highland-emerald-highland-treasures-book-3-by-brenda-b-taylor

 

 


A Highland Emerald is the 3rd book in the Highland Treasures series –

 

Goodreads- https://www.goodreads.com/series/140606-highland-treasures


Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07G8FHJN5?ref=series_rw_dp_labf

 

 

which includes –

 

1 A Highland Pearl
2 A Highland Ruby
3 A Highland Emerald
4 A Highland Bride

 

 

 

in print or ebook at –

 

Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/Highland-Emerald-Treasures-Book-ebook/dp/B073N1VD4V/

 

B&N - https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-highland-emerald-brenda-b-taylor/1126682551?ean=2940158821653

 

 


Chapter One

Isle of Mull

 

Isle of Mull

Scotland, 1486 A.D.

 

 

My father sat on his usual chair in front of the crackling fire, staring at the flames with dim eyes, a fur robe wrapped around his broad shoulders, the deerhound curled at his feet.

 

“Where are you going, Aine?” he asked with his back turned toward the stone, spiral staircase where I stood. “Come, sit with me for awhile.”

 

I pushed the arisaid from my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor, then stepped over the wrap, making my way to the stool where my mother's embroidery frame stood. I took a seat and watched the flames.

 

Without turning his head, my father, Lachlan Og MacLean, eighth Chief of Clan MacLean and fourth Laird of Durant Castle, asked, “Where are you going?”

“How did you ken 'twas I?”

 

He never ceased to amaze me with his uncanny knowledge of events around him although his eyes, so dimmed by injury, saw very little.

 

“I heard the rustle of your skirts.” Da extended his hand for me, so I rose and hugged his neck. He smiled, embracing my arms. “And I ken your scent, lass. ’Tis so like your mither's. You use the same scented soap as she.”

 

“Aye, but from so far away and with the smell of burning wood and dog in your nostrils?”

 

“Your odor is a different pleasantry among the usual burning wood and dog. It stands out in my memory as does the pleasant odor of your mither.”

 

He smiled broadly, showing still straight, white teeth beneath a greying beard. I could almost feel his penetrating gaze upon me as in the days before a battle injury took his sight.

 

He asked, “Where are you going this dreary night?”

 

“Here, Da. To sit beside you and talk of the feast on the morrow.”

 

“Don't try to deceive me, lass. I heard the sound of your arisaid dropping to the floor. You are planning a tryst, I feel certain.”

 

His dimmed gaze pierced through to the depths of my soul.

 

“I could see the turn of your head toward him each time he spoke at the eve’s meal.” A line formed between my father’s brows and a shadow darkened his face. “You are to marry the Munro.”

 

“I dinna love William Munro.” My voice began to rise, and I struggled to control the cry climbing from the depths of my heart. “I wanna marry him, Da. You promised I could wed for love, not convenience.”

 

The cry emerged from my lips. I buried my head on his shoulder and sobbed.

Da rose, grabbed my hand and pulled me to face him, wrapping his powerful arms around my shoulders. He stroked my hair and planted a kiss atop my head. Disturbed, the great dog stood.

 

My heart ached to please Da, I loved him so. His tender embrace brought back memories of my childhood when he comforted me after a fall or some aggravation caused by my three older brothers. We stood for a long time.

 

He gently pushed me away, looking into my eyes and planting a kiss on my forehead. “I only want the best for you, sweetling. You’re my heart, you ken. I dinna wish to leave this world without you being in the care of a good mon. The Munro is a good mon.” He hesitated then added, “With wealth and title.”

 

I looked into his faded blue eyes that once shone with the brilliance of the azure sky on a sunny day. He could only see the outline of my face whilst standing close, now. “If you truly desire the best for me, you'll let me marry the love of my heart, not some bloat because of his title. Titles mean naught to me, Da.” Tears streamed from my eyes, wetting my cheeks. I pulled away from his grasp, swiping at the wetness with a sleeve.


“The Munro is a good mon and a fierce warrior. ’Tis nae better for a husband. He’ll be here on the morrow. We’ll have a feast to celebrate your marriage.”

 

“He’s old. I’m only eighteen summers. I shan’t attend.” Sometimes the stubbornness of my nature overtook good sense. I knew not to speak to my father in such a manner.


He also possessed an immovable streak, and his word overruled my desires.

“He’s no’ old, Aine. A few years your senior, but no’ old by any means. When he’s my age, then he’ll be old.”

 

I continued to sniff, wetting the front of his léine.

 

“All right, Aine. If that’s the way this game is to be played. You'll be watched until after the celebration and you depart with the Munro.”

 

The words spewed from Da’s mouth. A sinister, dark shadow cloaked his face. Muscles twitched in his jaws and his hands clenched in tight fists. I stepped back. He abruptly turned, making his way up the stone steps to the upper story bed chambers, feeling the wall for security. When his foot struck the arisaid I’d dropped on the stair, he reached down, seized the garment, flung it with a vehemence I rarely witnessed from him, and continued up the staircase. The large dog followed at his heels. Not knowing what to do, I grabbed the arisaid, wrapped it closely around my shoulders, pulled the hood over my head, then ran toward the door of the great hall. Ellic waited in the garden. I wanted to be near him, feel his embrace, and listen to the sweet words he would whisper in my ear.

 

I pulled on the large oaken door, reinforced with bands of iron, and stepped into the damp, grey air of gloaming. The large figure of Da’s luchd-taighe, Sion MacLean, filled the portal when I tried to close the door. He put up a massive arm, keeping the door from closing. I stared at him, and he back at me.

 

“Did Da send you to watch me?” I asked the huge brute.

 

“Aye,” he answered, stepping out of the keep, but leaving the door open.

“I’m going to meet Ellic Garvie, in case you are wondering. He waits for me in the stables, so be sure to report my tryst to Da. He kens, anyway.”

 

Ellic Garvie, one of the warriors in Da’s slaugh and a member of his luchd-taighe, held an attraction for me and I for him. I turned on my heels.

 

Sion grabbed my arm, jerking me toward the door. “You're no’ going to the stables this eve.”

 

I tried to jerk my arm from his powerful grasp, but he held tightly whilst pulling me toward the door.

 

Pushing me inside, he said with a hiss, “Stay put, lass, or Laird MacLean will lock you in your room.”

 

I didn’t answer, only returned his gaze. The big oaf. The door closed in my face, and I heard him walk away. Giving the guard time to leave the keep’s vicinity and enter the outer bailey housing the stables, I carefully opened the large door to squeeze through so only a slit of light shone on the cobblestones, closed the door, then made my way to the garden enclosure beside the keep. Upon entering the garden, I glanced back to make certain no one followed, then took the rose-lined garden path to the very end. Ellic’s dark form emerged from the shadow of an apple tree beside the stone wall. I rushed into his strong, powerful arms. He pulled me close, and I buried my head on his chest. Tears fell from my eyes, wetting his jacket.


Ellic held me away, my eyes met his in the last light of gloaming. Their dark color grew darker and ominous as his lips brushed mine with a tender caress. I could not help but respond. The kiss grew harder, more passionate until he broke away, holding both my arms.

 

His ale-tainted breath fanned my face. “I love you, Aine. You must come with me to Oban. My aunt works at Dunollie Castle as the lady’s maid. We’ll be married there and I can join the slaugh of MacDougall and perhaps become part of his luchd-taighe. The Laird of Lorne provides well for his people.”

 

My voice hitched remembering Da’s words. “I canna. Da is having me watched now. The Munro is arriving on the morrow for our marriage ceremony.”

He looked around. “Where is your guard?”

 

“I sent him to the stables looking for you, but I feel certain he will come here soon.” His lips hushed my words, taking my breath away. I turned my head from his and snuggled into his broad chest, feeling the prickly wool of the great plaide draped over his shoulder on my cheek. “I love you so,” I whispered.

 

He took my chin, raising my face to his. “Then come with me tonight.”

 

Suddenly, a vision of my life wed to William Munro flashed through my mind. He was an older man and lived a long distance from Durant Castle, my home. I wanted a young, powerful warrior like Ellic. Da may disinherit me and no longer call me his daughter, but my heart could do naught else.

 

“Aye. I will come with you. Tell me the way.”

 

“Who is your guard?” He stepped back, rubbing his chin in deep thought.

“The brute, Sion. He will ne’er let me slip by him to meet you.”

 

Ellic grew silent, then backed to the stone wall, pulling me with him and gathering me into his arms. We kissed as a full moon rose in the east, casting white, silvery light into the garden. His brown hair glisten in the moonbeams. Ellic was the most handsome of Da’s guards. The thought of leaving him to marry another twisted the inner most part of me into a tight knot. I knew at that moment, I could never marry the Munro.

 

“Sion will drink and make merry along with the others at the feast. He’ll sleep instead of watch at your door, then you can slip out and meet me by the postern gate.”

 

“What of the guards at the postern gate? Da will have extra posted during the festivities with so many warriors inside getting drunk.”

 

“Fret no’, my men and I will take care of the guards. A birlinn is ready to take us across the Straight of Mull to Dunollie.”

 

The thought of leaving with Ellic made my heart thump until I felt certain he could hear its beating.

 

“Now go. Sion will find us soon, and you shouldn’t be seen with me.”

He gave me one last lingering kiss, then pushed me toward the garden gate. I hastened down the path, glancing back for one last look at my love, but he was gone. The bright moon lit the pathway out of the garden. I emerged, but did not see Sion in the bailey. Suddenly, a large hand grasped my arm, pulling me along toward the keep. I tried to jerk free, but could not escape the clutches of the powerful guard.

 

“So you sent me on a wild goose chase to the stables whilst you kept the tryst in the garden. Laird MacLean will be anxious to hear all about it.” He pulled harder.

“Stop you big oaf! I’m no’ a sack of barley to be dragged about.” I wrestled, yanking at his grasp once more and tried not to budge from the spot, but he kept pulling until I stumbled.

 

We reached the keep’s entrance. He pinned me in front of him, using both hands to open the heavy door, then pushed me through the portal. I tripped on the threshold and fell to the stone floor, bruising my hands and knees. Sion grabbed my arm, helped me up, and pulled me to the spiral staircase. Several of the luchd-taighe milled around the great hall. Some glanced our way, but said nothing. They never interfered with another’s orders. I saw none of my family. Sion followed me up the stairs then to my bed chamber. Opening the door, he pushed me through.

“I’ll send for Breda to care for you, for you'll no’ be coming out until the feast on the morrow.” He stood, eyes stormy. “I’m sorry you fell. I dinna mean to push so hard, but what I do and tell you is for your own good. The laird is determined to keep you away from Garvie or whomever you're meeting.” We continued to stare at each other. Determination rose like bile in my throat. “Do you understand, m’lady?”

 

“Where are my brothers? They’ll no’ let this unfair treatment continue. I wish to speak to Gillian.”

 

“Sir Gillian is telling Garvie of the laird’s wishes. Since the mon is a member of the MacLean’s guards, he’ll be allowed to stay and enjoy your marriage feast. Make nae mistake, m’lady, he will be watched.”

 

The door slammed closed, and my face burned with rage. Where are my brothers and my mother? They would never allow such rough treatment inflicted on my person. Surely, they would come to my rescue if they knew. Surely. I flung myself onto the bed, sobbing. My tears wet the coverlet, so I sat up on the side of the feather mattress, reached for a hand kertch on the small table, and blew my nose. Removing the arisaid and flinging it to the floor, I examined my bruised hands, then pulled up my heavy skirt to look at my knees. A small cut bled on one knee, but they were mostly scrapped and blue. I dabbed at the cut with the hand kertch.

A knock sounded. “Who is it?” I rose and rushed to bar the door if necessary. Sion was not coming back into my room.

 

“’Tis Breda, Lady Aine. I’ve come to help you prepare for bed,” the maid called through the door.

 

“Come,” I answered with a sob.

 

The door opened slowly. Breda entered and observed my cut, bruised knees. She searched my eyes, hers filled with anxiety. “I’ll fetch the healer, Lady Aine. That cut should be cared for.”

 

“Nae, Breda. Washing with a clean cloth is all that’s needed.” I dabbed at the blood. “Rinse this in the basin, then wash the cut again. It’ll be much better with the cleansing.”

 

Breda poured water from the pitcher into the bowl, then rinsed the cloth. She brought it back and began to rub on the cut knee. The cold water felt good and stopped the bleeding. She rinsed the rag then washed the cut once more.

Handing me the cloth, she said, “I’ll empty this bowl and fetch more water. Are you certain you dinna wish for me to call the healer?”

 

“Nae. Bring my mither, and if you see my brothers, send them also.” I needed their broad, understanding shoulders to cry on. My brothers usually took my part in any squabble I had with Da and Mam. Da complained they spoiled me ’til rotten, which in truth they did. One major problem my siblings’ overprotectiveness afforded was their interference with beaus and suitors. No man was good enough for their young sister, and Da encouraged this attitude.

 

The large oak door opened with a bang. My brother, Young Lachlan, strode to the bedside and pushed Breda aside, examining my knee. He took both my hands, turned them over, then looked into my questioning eyes.

 

“I’ll speak to Da about Sion,” he said with shards of light glinting in his eyes.

 

“Nae. Please dinna make matters worse with my father. These are naught but scratches.” I didn’t want my brothers interfering in my relationship with Ellic. They probably knew about our courtship since they knew all the comings and goings in Durant Castle. My brothers were Da’s eyes and ears now.

 

“You ken the Munro is coming to finalize the marriage contract.” Lachie dropped my hands, lifting my chin to search my eyes. “What are your feelings on the matter, Aine?”

 

“I care no’ to meet the mon, much less marry him. He’ll take me away to that godforsaken place on the other side of Scotland he calls Ferindonald.” Tears brimmed my eyes. “Away from my family and home. Away from you, Lachie. I dinna care if he’s titled. I’ll no’ go with him.”

 

“I’ll speak to Da this eve, before the Munro arrives. You're a bonnie woman, Aine. Surely he can find a suitor closer to Durant.”

 

I buried my head in his wool plaide and wept, wetting the garment.

He stroked my hair for a long while, then pushed me away and planted a kiss on my forehead. “Take care of your wounds, now.”

 

Lachie turned on his heels with his sword clanking in the scabbard buckled around his waist. Breda began washing the cut on my knee again. She was a good caretaker and I planned to keep her with me wherever I may go, especially if the object of my journey happened to be Fàrdach Castle on the Cromarty Firth.

 

Mother pushed past Lachie in the doorway. He addressed her, then moved on. She rushed to me, taking the wet cloth from Breda and wiping the wound on my knee. She examined the cut, then turned to the maid and told her to fetch, Màdra, the healer. I tried to tell Mother I did not need the healer, but she would not listen.

“You may get blood on your night shift and bed linens. The cut needs a bandage and the scrapes need plantain salve.” She searched my eyes. “Perhaps willow bark tea for pain, also.”

 

“Mam,” I protested. “The wounds are small. I dinna need willow bark tea or anything else.”

 

Mother told Breda to fetch the healer anyway. The maid left, gently closing the door whilst Mam took a clean shift from the trunk at the foot of the bed and told me to stand. She assisted with the laces of my kirtle, then took the garment over my head. She did the same for the blouse, and hung both from a peg on the opposite wall. I grabbed the shift from the bed and put it on. Although a fire blazed in the fireplace, the air felt cold on my body. I moved closer to the fire. A knock sounded on the door. Mother answered, then Breda and Màdra entered the room. Breda held a mug.

 

I sat in a small upholstered chair beside the fire whilst mother took the other. Màdra quickly examined my hands, opened her leather healer’s bag and withdrew a small glass container of salve. She spread the cool balm over the scrapes and bruises on my hands with nimble fingers, then raised my shift and examined the cut on my knee. Shaking her head, she wiped the seeping blood away with a clean cloth, smeared plantain salve on the cut, then placed a linen square over the wound, tying it in place with another, larger strip of linen.

 

Màdra searched my eyes, then motioned for Breda to hand me the mug. “I can tell by your eyes, you’re in some pain, m’lady. Please drink the willow bark tea.”

I looked at Mother who nodded. I could not fight the three of them, so taking the mug from Breda, I drank the bitter tea. The nasty brew would help me sleep and get the rest required to resist the demands of my father. I rose and walked toward the bed. Breda placed the mug with the remainder of the tea on the bedside table, pulled back the bedcovers, tucked the coverlet under my chin, then pulled the fur blanket on top of me.

 

Mother stood beside the bed, brushed the hair from my face, and kissed my forehead. “Don’t hesitate to drink the remainder of the tea if you wake and feel pain.”

 

I hated being treated like a bairn. “Mither, I am fine. Please stop treating me like a bairn.”

 

“You'll always be my wee lassie, Aine. No matter how old you are.” She took Breda’s arm, and the three women left my room.

 

I lay in bed searching the plastered ceiling, thinking of Ellic, and waiting for the potion to take effect on my wakefulness. Mayhap I should do as he asked and slip away with him in the birlinn to Dunollie Castle then beyond. Someplace unknown to my family where we could live in peace the rest of our lives. Maybe I would do just that.

 


ABOUT BRENDA B. TAYLOR


The desire to write historical fiction has long been a passion with Brenda B. Taylor. Since elementary school, she has written stories in her spare time. Brenda earned three degrees: a BSE from Henderson State University, Arkadelphia, Arkansas; a MEd from Sam Houston State University, Huntsville, Texas; and an EdD from Texas A&M University, College Station, Texas; then worked as a teacher and administrator in the Texas Public School system. Only after retirement could she fulfill the dream of publication.


Brenda and her husband make their home in beautiful East Texas where they enjoy spending time with family and friends, traveling, and working in Bethabara Faith Ministry, Inc. She crafts stories about the extraordinary lives of ordinary people in her favorite place overlooking bird feeders, bird houses, and a variety of blooming trees and flowers. She sincerely thanks all who purchase and read her books. Her desire is that the message in each book will touch the heart of the reader as it did hers in the writing.


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Blog Tour with Excerpt, Giveaway & New Release Review! Tempt the Flames (The Smokejumpers #1) Marnee Blake!

 

 

Tempt the Flames
The Smokejumpers #1
by Marnee Blake
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Pub Date: 9/11/2018

 

 

Someone is bound to get burned…

 

Meg Buchanan is determined to prove she didn’t get the trainer job in Redmond, Oregon’s rookie smokejumper class because of her family’s long history as firefighters—or out of pity. But if teaching one of her own brothers isn’t challenge enough, she’s shocked to see Lance Roberts in the new class of recruits. Once her brother’s best friend, and her first, unrequited crush, he’s also the son of the man responsible for her dad’s death.

Lance is stunned to realize that this confident redhead is the stubborn girl he once dreamed about. There’s no way he can fall for her now. He needs to focus all his attention on his training—and uncover the truth behind the long-ago fire that killed both their fathers. But as the undeniable heat between them threatens to ignite, someone attempts to put an end to Lance’s amateur sleuthing—and his life…

 


The Smokejumper series is off to a great start with the first book Tempt the Flames. All the characters are strong, compelling characters that easily draw readers into their story especially the hero and heroine, Meg and Lance. The best friend’s little sister is all grown up and the attraction is hotter than ever, but their romance is on shaky ground due to the emotional issues that stem from the deaths of their fathers, so while their attraction is hot enough to ignite from the beginning, the relationship has a few hurdles to overcome before it blazes to life.

 

The past causes all the characters emotional strain and the author does a great job of portraying the intense friction as well as the sizzling chemistry between Meg and Lance. The story has a steady to fast paced and smooth flowing plot that keeps readers hanging on to the edge of their seat in anticipation of what will happen as someone tries to keep Lance from learning the truth of that long ago fire. Determining just who the culprit or culprits are is quite difficult as they are several suspects and I have to say that the conclusion to the conflict was quite surprising.

 

 

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Chapter 1


Driving from Bend to the smokejumper base in Redmond, Oregon, was like traveling back in time. It only took a half an hour, but the trip set Meg Buchanan back ten years.


As she pulled into the parking lot of Redmond Air Center, the tires of her Forerunner crunching on the dirt and gravel drive, she repeated the pep talk she’d been giving herself the entire ride.


She had the job. She was officially an assistant trainer and safety instructor for this year’s Redmond smokejumper rookie training.
She wasn’t a firefighter, but she was a physician’s assistant with lots of practical medical knowledge. She was qualified. More importantly, she was a seasoned triathlete. She was in tiptop shape, and she definitely could run some rookies through their paces. Add her willingness to do the job for barely any money and her uncle’s glowing recommendation, and she’d been approved.


That was her mantra. She could do this. She had the skills. She’d been approved.

 

She refused to accept that she’d been given this job because of her last name.


Sure, Will, her oldest brother, was an active Redmond smokejumper, and Uncle Joe was the base manager. Her middle brother, Hunter, would be in this year’s rookie class. Together, they made a pretty impressive Buchanan family legacy at Redmond.


But, if she’d received preferential treatment, it was because her father’s name—Jason Buchanan—rested on the memorial wall at the base, along with the other firefighters who’d given their lives in sacrifice to this job.
After shifting the truck into park, Meg dropped her hands into her lap and abandoned that train of thought. No use tempting the universe by spilling doubt and negative energy all over it. She had the experience, and she was going to give this job everything she had.

This was her chance.


She’d never been able to become a firefighter like her brothers. After hours of counseling, she couldn’t overcome her paralyzing fear of fire. But, this? She could do this. These rookies were in for the training of their lives.


And she’d finally feel like she was honoring her birthright.


With a deep breath, she checked her reflection in the rearview mirror. She’d pulled her red hair into a low ponytail and applied light makeup. Dressed in tan slacks and a pale pink blouse, she looked more like she was seeing patients than reporting for a physical trainer position. She was more comfortable, though, professionally dressed, put together.


If things were orderly on the outside, the inside would follow. She’d learned that lesson years ago, after her father’s death. Her mother had cried, and their home fell to pieces. When people showed up with food and condolences, the disaster in the house amplified how broken they were. Dishes in the sink, overflowing laundry baskets. Sleep eluded Meg those first nights, so she washed dishes, did laundry, and dusted until her body gave out. The next day, she’d cooked to fill the silence. The days stretched on, and no one ate unless they were reminded.


Eventually, though, the movements of normalcy made her feel more normal.


Fake it ‘til you make it, her mom had joked. She’d never taken that advice, but it had worked for Meg. Pretend until the lie matched reality.
She exhaled slowly, pursing her lips. With shaking fingers, she smoothed her perfectly tidy hair once more, nodding at her reflection. She had this.


Snagging her wallet and phone off the passenger seat, she tossed them into her well-worn gym bag and zipped it up. Slinging it over her shoulder, she gripped the straps to her chest like a shield and opened the truck door.


Gravel bit into her ballet flats, but she ignored the discomfort. Around her, the parking lot was full of pickup trucks and Jeeps, a few larger SUVs and late-model sedans, and even an Econovan thrown in for good measure. The van had curtains. She wouldn’t be surprised if its owner lived out of it.


There were a few guys unloading their cars, yanking duffel bags and equipment from trunks. Most of them were in their twenties and thirties. All of them were in amazing shape. The uniform seemed to be a mix of camo, Under Armor, and facial hair. A couple of the men paused to watch her walk by.


Maybe she should have put on her running clothes, some track pants. She looked as out of place in her business clothes as a peacock at a rhino tea party.


Her eyes straight forward, she hiked her bag higher on her shoulder and picked up her pace. As she approached the door, her uncle stepped out.


“Meggy.” His smile, buried under a few days of beard growth, was as warm as always. Her shoulders relaxed in response. “You’re early.”


She stepped into his open arms. Uncle Joe gave the best hugs. “They pulled back on my hours last week in preparation for my time here. I finished earlier than expected today.”


He leaned out of their embrace, scowling at her. “You’re sure this won’t affect your position with Dr. Colman, right? They’ll let you return when training is over?”


She grinned at him. “I told you. Dr. Colman is happy that I’m helping. She’s fine.” It had taken a little sweet talking, playing up how good of a community outreach opportunity this was and promising to pick up shifts on the weekends while she was at the air center. Patrice Colman recognized a good deal when she saw it. She’d wanted to start opening on Saturdays for months, so she hadn’t passed up this opportunity. But, Meg wasn’t about to tell Uncle Joe that.


He patted her shoulder. “That’s good, then. I’m not going to answer to your mom if this impacts your career.”


Meg stiffened. “I’m twenty-five, Uncle Joe. I manage myself.” Besides, they both knew her mother hadn’t managed much of anything in years.
Joe nodded. “Right. Well, your brothers should be here soon. Do you want me to show you around?”


She laughed. “It’s been a while, but I think I know where I’m going.” She and her brothers had visited her father here often. Years ago, her mother would bring the smokejumpers cookies, muffins, whatever. She used to love to bake, and it gave her an excuse to see her husband. These days, the only time her mother’s oven heated was for the Sunday dinners Meg cooked for them.


Meg scanned the exterior of the air center. “Place hasn’t changed.” Ten years later, but the air center looked the same. Behind the hangar, the airfield stretched across the open field. The Cascade Mountains filled the horizon. Here, without the multi-story buildings in Bend, the peaks were in full, majestic view.


“Why ruin a good thing?” He chuckled, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “Come on. Let’s get you settled.”


As he guided her to the door, the rumble of an engine made her pause.
Either the Jeep that turned into the parking lot needed a new muffler or its owner wanted everyone to hear him coming. As it parked, everyone in the lot had stopped to look. Which meant this truck wasn’t a regular fixture at the air center’s lot.


She sniffed. Apparently, the diva of this year’s class had arrived.
The Jeep’s engine died, and its doors swung open. Like the other men in the lot, the one who jumped down from the passenger side was in excellent shape. He was probably six-two or so, and his T-shirt did nothing to hide the cords of muscle on his wide shoulders. But, it wasn’t the passenger that snagged her attention.


The driver slammed his door and strode to the back liftgate. She didn’t see his face, only the back of him, but his gait was familiar, with more swagger than his passenger. He was as tall as the other man, and just as broad-shouldered and slim-hipped. The tilt of his head as he tossed a few bags onto the ground, the set of his shoulders as he closed the back of the Jeep, though…if returning to the Redmond base was a blast from the past, this man was a punch to the gut.


“Lance.”


She didn’t realize she said his name out loud until Joe grunted. “Yes. Lance Roberts.”


Meg hadn’t needed his confirmation. She’d know Lance anywhere. After ten years, her body hadn’t forgotten watching him, wishing he was hers, with the added misfortune of embodying the “little sister in love with brother’s best friend” cliché.


Hard to forget embarrassment like that.


Lance the boy had been the stuff of her girlhood dreams, and more than a few other girls’ dreams, too. As she watched, he grabbed his bags off the ground and the muscles of his forearms tightened. Heat stretched up her spine, warming her stomach.


Lance the man probably occupied more than a few women’s dreams now as well.


Meg spun sideways, not wanting to be caught staring at him. “What’s he doing here?” she whispered. She smoothed the end of her ponytail, and then tugged at her blouse, straightening imaginary wrinkles.


Catching herself, she squeezed her fingers together in front of her, forcing them still.


“Now, Meggy. I need you to be open-minded. And, I need your help with your brothers…” Joe’s head dropped, and he rubbed the back of his head.


“Joe, what have you done?” There were only so many reasons that Lance would be here, at the air center, right now…


“I offered Lance a job, if he makes it through training.” His half grin looked pained. “He’ll be in this year’s rookie training class.”

 

 

My nose has been buried in a book my entire life. My mother would catch me, flashlight in hand, hiding under the covers to “finish this chapter.” A lifelong reader herself, she’d usually sigh, mutter something about how I’d ruin my eyes reading in the dark, and then leave me to it.

 

After all, she often stayed up past bedtime reading, too. She couldn’t judge.

For me, books are magic, so earning a BA in English Literature from Dickinson College was a perfect fit. It wasn’t a big jump from studying literature to teaching it, and I spent a few years as a high school English teacher.

 

When my first son was born, I finally got serious about putting fingers to keyboard, and I haven’t looked back since.

 

I have been humbled to be a finalist of both RWA’s prestigious RITA® and Golden Heart® contests. My writing has been awarded the Daphne du Maurier award, the PRISM award, and the Golden Leaf award. I am represented by the amazing Helen Breitwieser at Cornerstone Literary Agency.

 

And my first born? I caught him recently, up way past his bedtime, trying to hide the book he’d snuck into bed. I sighed and mumbled something about how he’d ruin his eyes reading in the dark.

 

Then, I walked away, grinning. After all, like my mother before me, I can’t judge.

 

 

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review 2018-09-19 11:00
Re-release Reveiw! Whisper Kiss (Dragonfire #6) Deborah Cooke!

 

 

One man's mission ignites one woman's fire...

 

Niall Talbot has volunteered to hunt down and destroy all the remaining shadow dragons - who were weakened by the destruction of the Dragon's Blood Elixir - before they can wreak more havoc. Among them is his dead twin brother, making Niall's mission not only dangerous but personal.

 

Tattoo artist Rox believes the world is a canvas to be made more beautiful. An unconventional spirit who isn't afraid of anything, she doesn't even flinch when a shape-shifting dragon warrior suddenly appears on her doorstep. And as a woman who follows her heart in matters of passion, she makes the perfect mate for a firestorm with Niall...

 

 

Niall is on a mission in this explosive action packed dragon romance. Niall and Rox are bold, charismatic characters that grab readers’ attention from the get go and they easily ensure that readers want to know every last detail of this thrilling romance. The firestorm has sparks flying, chemistry sizzling and passions heating, even though Niall is determined to deny his firestorm in an effort to complete his mission, unfortunately for Niall, fate won’t be denied and while the unconventional Rox is unafraid of dragons, Niall is making her question her determination that she is the perfect mate for his firestorm.

 

This fast paced and smooth flowing plot is full of non-stop action that explodes from the pages with lots of exciting battles, adrenaline pumping suspense and astonishing twists as Niall faces a new enemy with a mysterious endgame, all of which keeps readers on the edge throughout the story as well as has them biting their nails in anticipation. The vivid imagery that the author creates within her well-developed world makes it easy for readers to be astounded by all the sensational events and exhilarating action that hounds Niall and Rox from the start of their story until the end and on top of that readers can practically feel the gauntlet of emotions that Niall and Rox feel in regards to their firestorm but also what they feel for the dragon that Niall is mentoring which also adds to the intensity of this explosive addition to the Dragonfire series.

 

 


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Whisper Kiss is the 6th book in the Dragonfire series -

 

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The Dragonfire novels now have their own website at http://dragonfirenovels.com

 

 

which includes

 

Kiss of Fire #1 (re-release June 26, 2018)
Kiss of Fury #2 (re-release June 26, 2018)
Kiss of Fate #3 (re-release June 26, 2018)
Winter's Kiss #4 (re-release July 10, 2018)
Harmonia's Kiss #5
Whisper Kiss #6 (re-release July 24, 2018)
Darkfire Kiss #7 (re-release Aug 14, 2018)
Flashfire #8 (re-release Aug 28, 2018)
Ember's Kiss #9 (re-release Sept 11, 2018)
Kiss of Danger #10
Kiss of Darkness #11
Kiss of Destiny #12
Serpent's Kiss #13
Firestorm Forever #14
Here Be Dragons: A Dragonfire Companion (re-release Oct 23, 2018)

 

 

The story of the Pyr continues with the DragonFate series.


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.5 An Elegy for Melusine


1 Hot Blooded (coming Feb 19, 2019)

 

 

There is also a spin off series The Dragon Diaries


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Deborah Cooke also writes under the names Claire Delacroix and Claire Cross.

Bestselling and award-winning author Deborah Cooke has published over fifty novels and novellas, including historical romances, fantasy romances, fantasy novels with romantic elements, paranormal romances, contemporary romances, urban fantasy romances, time travel romances and paranormal young adult novels. She writes as herself, Deborah Cooke, as Claire Delacroix, and has written as Claire Cross. She is nationally bestselling, #1 Kindle Bestselling, KOBO Bestselling, as well as a USA Today and New York Times’ Bestselling Author. Her Claire Delacroix medieval romance, The Beauty, was her first book to land on the New York Times List of Bestselling Books.

 

Deborah was the writer-in-residence at the Toronto Public Library in 2009, the first time TPL hosted a residency focused on the romance genre, and she was honored to receive the Romance Writers of America PRO Mentor of the Year Award in 2012. She’s a member of Romance Writers of America and of Novelists Inc.

 

Currently, she’s writing paranormal romances as Deborah Cooke, and medieval romances as Claire Delacroix.

 

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New Release Review! Rescuing the Virgin (The McKenna Legacy #9) Patricia Rosemoor!

 

 

Can an undercover ICE agent and a virgin taken off the street and sold as a prostitute while searching for her missing brother work together to bring down a human trafficking ring?


When it comes to love, his grandmother’s legacy hasn’t worked for Quinlan McKenna Farrell as it has for his siblings and cousins. Working as an ICE agent shows him the darker side of human nature. He’s haunted by his failure to bring down a human trafficking ring in Texas. Then he meets Luz Delgado, sold to Quin as a virgin. He soon learns she’s an American in desperate straits, needing to be free of the ring and to save her brother. As she gets to know Quin, she realizes he can not only read people but communicate with animals that give him their trust—both abilities inherited from his grandmother. Quin tries to protect Luz, but she’s determined to help him bring down the human trafficking operation. And when she goes missing, a panicked Quin realizes Luz is his grandmother’s love legacy for him.

 

 

 

Lots of thrills and excitement pepper this McKenna Legacy romance as the Quin and Luz try to bring down a human trafficking operation. Quin and Luz are sturdy, captivating characters that draw readers into their story as this couple discover love during a rescue / take down mission. Quin is an ICE agent that doesn’t always follow the rules and Luz steps outside of her comfort zone in order to find her half-brother and the romance between these two might full of sizzling chemistry but their relationship is in no way a given as Quin is under the impression that he has missed his happily ever opportunity and doesn’t and it takes a while for his head to catch up with his heart. Both characters are stubborn and determined which has sparks flying in every direction throughout the thrilling and adrenaline pumping suspense as they search out bad guys, escape from the bad guys, and confront the bad guys all while dealing with a few surprises along the way. This keeps readers hanging on to the edge of their seat while reading this fast paced and smooth flowing McKenna Legacy romance.

 

 

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which includes:


See Me in Your Dreams
Tell Me No Lies
Touch Me in the Dark
Never Cry Wolf
Mysterious Stranger
Cowboy Protector
Wolf Moon
In Name Only
Rescuing the Virgin

 

 

 

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With 100 novels and more than seven million books in print, New York Times & USA Today bestselling author Patricia Rosemoor is fascinated with "dangerous love" – combining romance with danger. She has written various forms of romantic and paranormal romantic thrillers, bringing a different mix of thrills and chills to her stories.


Website - http://www.patriciarosemoor.com/

 

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