Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Interview and #GIVEAWAY - Granny Sinclair - #KindleFire #MoreSassWithAge

My Seductive Highlander, the final book in the Highland Hearts series, releases on October 11, 2016—which is just a little shy of three short months from now.

Granny Sinclair, the matchmaking matriarch of the Sinclair clan, was kind enough to grant me an interview, even though when I asked her to include a recent photo, she sent me a one-eyed shot of her cat, Kismet rather than a picture of herself. She’s stubborn like that. Aren’t you, Granny?

Granny: I don’t consider myself stubborn. I’ve simply arrived at an age where I know my own mind and have no reservations. Plain and simple. I’ve never liked having my picture taken so why should I? You’re lucky Kismet graced you with a photo. Now, shall we get on with this? I’m a busy woman. I believe you had some questions?

Uhm…absolutely. *clears throat and shuffles through notes* My Seductive Highlander is Lilia’s story, your youngest granddaughter, and the last one that needed settling into a happily-ever-after. You matched all your granddaughters with Highlanders from another time. Any particular reason why?

Granny: They weren’t just any Highlanders.

Yes, I know that. But they were all from the past. Wouldn’t it have been easier to find suitable husbands from the current century?

Granny: I wasn’t looking for “suitable”. Life’s too short for “suitable”. Never settle for anything less than soul-scorching passion. Next question.

You’re not going to make this interview easy, are you?

Granny: This was your brilliant idea. Not mine.

*blows out a strained breath* Okay then. Now that My Seductive Highlander closes the series, what’s next for Granny Sinclair?

Granny: You really want me to sit here and tell everyone how the book ends? Have you lost your mind?

*bites tongue to keep from cursing* How about if we tell everyone about the giveaway?

Granny: Good idea.

*sigh* Well, I hope you’ve all enjoyed this brief chat with Granny. I know I have. *clears throat* Thank you, Granny and Kismet for taking time out of your busy schedules to meet with me.

Granny: *politely nods as she scoops up Kismet and walks out the door*

Anyway, before the rest of you leave, be sure to enter the giveaway for the Amazon Kindle Fire Tablet.

The Kindle Fire Rafflecopter giveaway will close on August 28th because that week will begin the official “Seven Weeks of Giveaways” that I’ll be running from my Facebook Page. If you’re not getting notifications from my FB Page—be sure and adjust that setting because I’ve got some awesome-sauce prizes lined up leading up to release day! You don’t want to miss them! And that’s where ALL winners will be announced!

To put your name in the hat for the Kindle Fire, just see the Rafflecopter app below and it’ll tell you what to do. Best of luck to everyone!

**By the way --On the entry option to follow my Amazon Author Page and the entry option to get more news about me from Penguin Random House, please copy and paste the link into your browser to go to those pages and complete the requirement for the extra entry points to increase your odds of winning. Rafflecopter wouldn't cooperate and give me an easily clickable button. *sigh*

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Thursday, April 21, 2016

My Tempting Highlander is an April Fresh Pick!! #TimeTravelRom #Highlanders #MustRead

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Tuesday, February 23, 2016

It's Here! MY TEMPTING HIGHLANDER #MustRead #TimeTravelRomance #MustLoveScots

My Tempting Highlander


Ronan shifted in the saddle, wishing for the thousandth time his heritage had been different. What would life have been like if he hadna been cursed whilst still in the womb? A great deal shorter. His bitter laugh misted in the cooling air of the early evening wood. Born in A.D. 900, the curse had accompanied him through three centuries searching for the one prophesied to set him free.
Damn his father—victim to an evil-hearted temptress. Old Domnall had descended from the royal house of Alpine, king in fact, and he’d found a rare exotic beauty to take as his wife. Not only did the woman’s looks cause men to stop and stare, ’twas rumored she possessed chilling and unexplainable powers. As it turned out, the tales were not rumors at all.
After a few short years of marriage, Domnall discovered his wife’s many talents didn’t include giving him the one thing in life he truly desired: an heir. The self-professed witch and high priestess to the mighty Fates was barren. So Domnall took another to his bed and bade his mistress give him a son. Ronan’s mother, Iona, the King of Alba’s favored leman, adored her king and would grant him anything within her power.
Unlike Domnall’s wife, Iona conceived quickly. The king was overjoyed and swore to embrace the illegitimate spawn as his rightful heir, for the child surely had to be a son. His queen’s jealous rage knew no boundaries. The day she learned of Ronan’s conception, the sky darkened with black lightning-filled clouds and all the land rolled and shook with her anger.
Ronan urged his mount to a faster pace as his mother’s whispered recounts echoed through his mind. Iona had told him of the ear-splitting boom that had rattled the mountains one last time before all fell silent. Tears always broke his mother’s voice when she told of the unseen claws forcing her down to her hands and knees. Many a time, with a hopeless whisper into his thoughts, Máthair had recounted the terrible pain as her body shifted and changed into the form of a great white wolf.
Ronan remembered the witch’s curse as though he’d heard it firsthand. How many times had his mentor, Graham, and Máthair told him how the dark sorceress had cackled with glee as she had pointed at the wolf and claimed that Ronan’s mother had finally taken the form of the worthless bitch she truly was?
Then the evil one had proclaimed that Domnall would die within the next year, childless but for the bastard cub that the wolf Iona carried in her womb. The royal line would die out until the day the young wolf cub discovered how to shift into the form of a man and find the woman possessing three specific qualities: lightness of step, a soothing touch, and sight for the unseen.
If the man able to shift into a wolf at will found such a woman and married her, the curse would be broken and all would be set a’right. But if he erred and chose the wrong mate, his wife and any child she attempted to bear him would die within a year of their ill-fated union.
A grumbling roar thundered to his left and the sound of snapping tree trunks and branches followed. Ronan shrugged his heavy wool mantle looser about his throat and urged his horse onward. Graham had insisted on escorting them to the farthest boundary the curse allowed the mentor to go. The protective mists surrounding Draegonmare—only passable if one knew the ancient words to part the fog: a mundo ultra, a world beyond—grew thin this far from the loch so Graham dared not risk taking to the sky. Pure grace by water, soft as a melody by air, the dragon Graham wallowed worse than a mired cow when it came to walking across thickly wooded land.
Twenty-one summers of age and full of himself, Graham MacTavish had been mesmerized by the spectacle when King Domnall had ordered his crazed wife drowned in the loch for her evil doings and witchery. Head held high, arms lashed to her sides, and dark curls whipping about her naked body, the enraged queen was the most intoxicating beauty the lad Graham had ever seen. The conniving temptress perceived the young man’s interest and in one last attempt to save herself, she entered his mind, whispering all the erotic pleasures she’d teach Graham if he would but save her.
Graham nearly stepped forward, but as the rope swung the witch out over the water, his flesh grew cold at the hideous reflection the condemned woman cast across the water’s surface. The beautiful witch’s truly hideous form—the blackness of her heart and soul—was revealed by the pure waters of Loch Ness. Flinching, Graham turned away.
Before the queen’s head disappeared beneath the waves, she cursed Graham to become a creature even more horrendous than the reflection he’d seen and be bound to Ronan as they wandered through eternity searching for the one woman to break the curse. Dragon by day, man by night, Graham guarded Iona the wolf and her cub and later mentored Ronan when he learned to shift into a man.
“What a trio we are: wolf, dragon and . . .” Ronan bit back the word. Shifter. He sat straighter in the saddle, raising one hand in farewell as his mount broke through the last of the boundary mists. “May the gods favor us this time, my friend. Pray Mairi Sinclair is the one.”
Graham saluted with an exploding volley of flames above the treetops then rumbled, “Let it be so.”
“Aye, lad. Let it be so. To MacKenna Keep.”

Book 3 in the Highland Hearts series. Get your copy today!

Saturday, February 20, 2016

Hurry! Time to enter for the GRAND PRIZE #GIVEAWAY !! #MustLoveHighlanders #TimeTravelRomance

Here's the link to enter: Author Maeve Greyson FB Page
We're building the SQUEEDOM for MY TEMPTING HIGHLANDER to epic levels for Release Day on February 23rd. Pre-order your copy today! 

Saturday, February 13, 2016

And the 7 weeks of #GIVEAWAYS continue!!

Have you entered the 7 weeks of #GIVEAWAYS over on my FB page? No? Hurry--check it out! :-)
Here's what Week Six's giveaways include:
Here's the link to enter: Author Maeve Greyson FB Page
We're building the SQUEEDOM for MY TEMPTING HIGHLANDER to epic levels for Release Day on February 23rd. Pre-order your copy today!