Saturday, July 25, 2015

Fergus says...

An opportunity denied is not necessarily an opportunity lost. It could very well be a deliverance from an unforeseen hell.

Sunday, July 12, 2015

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Maeve Greyson unleashes a thrilling tale of magic and desire as a feisty Southern gal falls into the arms of a rough-hewn Highland chieftain.

As the proprietor of a homeopathic store in rural Kentucky, Trulie Sinclair knows that her neighbors think she’s strange—but they have no idea how strange she really is. Trulie was born in Scotland in the thirteenth century to a line of time-traveling Highlanders. When Trulie’s grandmother convinces her to return to their homeland, Trulie jumps back in time, right onto the powerful chest of Gray MacKenna. Just as his steely good looks send ripples through her body, their fierce attraction will send ripples through the ages.

After his parents are murdered, Gray is consumed by thoughts of revenge. As the new chieftain of the MacKenna clan, he has reason to believe that there’s a traitor in his midst, and nothing—not even the bonny lass who suddenly drops from the sky—can distract him from his single-minded pursuit of the culprit. But when Gray learns that this sassy beauty possesses gifts beyond the sparkle in her eye, he allows his gaze, and his heart, to linger. While he hunts for the murderer, Gray finds in Trulie a precious companion—and a timeless love.

Friday, June 26, 2015

Deleted Scenes from MY HIGHLAND LOVER #timetravelromance #dontcrossGranny #BOOKBOOST #FRWST

While going through the process of editing a story and readying it for publication, some scenes just don’t make the cut. They slow the pacing, wander off topic or generally don’t work to make that finished read. I learned a long time ago to never permanently delete scenes—I just save them to another file during the slash and burn process. Who knows? They might come in handy someday. (And yes…my closets are overly full due to the same reasoning.)

What follows is a deleted scene from MY HIGHLAND LOVER. It gives a bit of backstory on Granny and her ongoing war with the snarky town busybody who picks on Trulie before the time jump back to the thirteenth century introduces Trulie to the man destined to be hers.

Deleted Scene:

This couldn’t be good. Granny and Mrs. Hagerty had declared open war ever since Granny had beaten Mrs. Hagerty at her own game. Mrs. Hagerty was the town busybody and took it upon herself to ensure everyone walked the straight and narrow or suffered the consequences.
When Mrs. Hagerty had announced to the entire town that old Mr. Cleary was paying overnight visits to the Widow Beams, Granny couldn’t stand idly by and allow two meek, innocent people drown in the wake of Mrs. Hagerty’s wrath.
Mrs. Hagerty had told everyone who would stand still long enough to listen that she had undeniable proof that Mr. Cleary was spending his nights at Widow Beams’ house. In fact, the randy old goat, as Mrs. Hagerty so delicately put it, had done so several nights in a row.
Mrs. Hagerty had even gone so far as to march the entire congregation of her church down to the widow’s house one Sunday morning and pointed out Mr. Cleary’s truck parked in the widow’s driveway. Here was the undeniable proof—at least in Mrs. Hagerty’s mind—that the two were carrying on an illicit affair behind the back of Mr. Cleary’s poor, Alzheimer-stricken wife.
Needless to say, Granny was livid when shy, humiliated Widow Beams told Granny what happened. As it turned out, the only reason Mr. Cleary’s truck was parked in her driveway was because Mr. Cleary’s son had surprised his parents with a new minivan and there was no room in Mr. Cleary’s driveway for his old truck.
Granny reassured the distraught Widow Beams, hung up the phone, then declared open war on Mrs. Hagerty. The following Sunday, Granny waited until all the folks had filed into the tiny white church and taken their seats. Just before the pianist played the opening hymn, Granny interrupted the service.
In a voice ringing loud with feigned emotion, she had beseeched the minister and the congregation to follow her to Mrs. Hagerty’s home. Granny convinced them all to be quite concerned for poor Mrs. Hagerty because after all, in all the woman’s years as member of The First Divinity Church of Masonville, how many times had Mrs. Hagerty failed to attend a service? Suitably more curious than worried, the parishioners poured out of the church and followed Granny.
With Granny at the front of the crowd, they arrived at Mrs. Hagerty’s pristine house that sprawled the width of the city block. Loud banging and shrill screeching could be heard coming from behind the brightly painted double front doors. Once Granny checked to ensure she had her audience’s complete attention, she pointed at the rattling doors and called out, “Mrs. Hagerty are you all right?”
As soon as Granny spoke the words, the front doors burst open and a very disheveled Mrs. Hagerty tumbled out onto the wide front porch. The red-faced woman pulled up short when she discovered a good portion of the small town’s population standing in her wide circular drive.
“What are you all staring at?” Mrs. Hagerty’s high-pitched shriek could crack glass as she hopped back and forth across the porch like an angry bird protecting its nest. “I was trapped in my own house. None of the doors would open. Why aren’t you all in church where you belong?”
The crowd drew in a collective gasp when from behind Mrs. Hagerty, bare-chested George Helman, the amiable town alcoholic who made his living by digging through garbage and selling scrap metal, strolled out of the wide entryway and joined Mrs. Hagerty on the front porch. George smiled, waved at the crowd then finished zipping up his pants.
Mrs. Hagerty’s shriek rose to an even higher pitch as she pummeled poor George with the handful of plastic flowers she ripped from the window box on the porch. The crowd roared as plastic petals flew through the air as Mrs. Hagerty herded the laughing George off her land.
Once the crowd finally disbursed, only Granny had remained on the walkway in front of Mrs. Hagerty’s house. Mrs. Hagerty had stood panting and red-faced just inches from Granny’s nose. “I don’t know how you barricaded my door. I don’t know how you put that man in my house but I know it was you. You…you…witch!”
Granny hadn’t said a word. She had just smiled and walked away.

Saturday, May 9, 2015

My Highland Bride (releases August 2015) but request NOW @NegGalley for #Review #Blogs #Bookboost

Are you a reviewer or book blogger? Do you love Highlanders and the feisty time-traveling women who tame them?


MY HIGHLAND BRIDE (Book 2 in Highland Hearts) releases on August 25th but it's available NOW to request on NetGalley! Here's the link to request your early copy to review:


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About MY HIGHLAND BRIDE
Perfect for fans of the Highlander novels of Karen Marie Moning and Janet Chapman, Southern sass meets Highland heat in Maeve Greyson’s scintillating new Highland Hearts romance.

With bedroom eyes and racetrack curves, Kenna Sinclair seems like just another pretty Kentucky girl. But she can also read minds, erase memories, and jump through time—a skill set that comes in handy when her matchmaking granny sends her back to thirteenth-century Scotland on the pretext of visiting her older sister. When she encounters the clan’s womanizing man-at-arms, Kenna instantly knows the gorgeous Highlander has only one thing on his mind. She vows to steer clear of him, but after a single electrifying touch, she finds that playing hard to get won’t be quite so easy. . . .

Bewitched by the first lass who could ever resist him, Colum Garrison will do anything to prove his devotion, even ask for Kenna’s hand in marriage—and swear off his chosen form of recreation until their wedding night. It’s a burden for a man of his thunderous appetite, but the sinful temptation is not his alone: Colum’s fetching bride-to-be is practically trembling with anticipation for a moment that can’t come soon enough. When she’s willing, Colum will be ready and waiting—with a love that lasts a lifetime.


Sunday, April 12, 2015

My Highland Lover #SneakPeek #TimeTravelRomance #MustLoveHighlanders

This scene is right after Trulie has arrived back in the thirteenth century. She’s temporarily lost her sight because she unwisely jumped through the time travel tunnel with her eyes wide open—she knows better! ;-)
Coira is the trusted maidservant at MacKenna Keep who has been assigned to help Trulie settle in and get unpacked.
Sneak peek:

“What . . .” Coira’s voice stalled out as though the girl had suddenly forgotten how to speak. Finally, she pulled Trulie’s hand up and pressed a wadded jumble of silk and lace into her extended palm. “What is . . . where . . . how exactly do ye wear . . . these.
Trulie fingered through the bundle. Lace. Silk. Ribbon. Recognition finally registered. Trulie grinned. She held between her hands what she affectionately called her power package. Be it by intention or by chance, whenever she wore this particular set of black thong panties and show-off-the-girls bra, her confidence soared and she succeeded at whatever she tried. They always brought her good karma. “It’s my favorite set of bra and panties. There’s more lingerie stuffed in those outside pockets, but this set and the red set I’m wearing are my favorites. They bring me luck.”
The satiny articles were slowly pulled out of her hands. Trulie heard a sharp intake of breath and something muttered so low that she leaned forward to try to hear it. “What did you say, Coira?”
Coira cleared her throat with a nervous cough. “These bits o’ lace will bring ye a great deal more than luck if the chieftain sees ye a wearin’ them.”
Trulie did her best to ignore the rising heat flaming across her cheeks. Why would Coira say such a thing? “I’m not exactly going to be parading around the keep in my underwear. I’m sure Chieftain MacKenna won’t get a viewing of my power package. He’s much too busy running the clan to be troubled by a couple of new houseguests . . . and my favorite underwear.”
“Hmm,” was Coira’s only response.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Trulie scooted to the edge of the bed and carefully lowered her feet to the floor. Coira’s “Hmmm” spoke volumes, presenting all sorts of possibilities that effectively released an oversized horde of fluttering butterflies into Trulie’s stomach.
“Well . . .” Coira made an odd chirping noise like a hen about to lay an egg. “All I know is how the MacKenna looked at ye when ye walked in front of him in those tight-fittin’ trews yer a wearin’.” Coira giggled out a bubbling chortle as she rattled around in the backpack. “If he caught sight of ye in yer wee bit o’ black lace, the man’s plaid would surely stand out stiff as a banner hung across a pole.”
So the honey-voiced chieftain liked the rear view of her jeans? Trulie pressed both hands to her flaming cheeks, but couldn’t resist joining Coira’s infectious giggling. Maybe this short visit to the thirteenth century wouldn’t be so bad after all.


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Tuesday, March 24, 2015

MY HIGHLAND LOVER is released but wait! There’s more! #BOOKBOOST #IARTG #FRWST #TIMETRAVELROMANCE

MY HIGHLAND LOVER is available NOW!

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Maeve Greyson unleashes a thrilling tale of magic and desire as a feisty Southern gal falls into the arms of a rough-hewn Highland chieftain.

As the proprietor of a homeopathic store in rural Kentucky, Trulie Sinclair knows that her neighbors think she’s strange—but they have no idea how strange she really is. Trulie was born in Scotland in the thirteenth century to a line of time-traveling Highlanders. When Trulie’s grandmother convinces her to return to their homeland, Trulie jumps back in time, right onto the powerful chest of Gray MacKenna. Just as his steely good looks send ripples through her body, their fierce attraction will send ripples through the ages.

After his parents are murdered, Gray is consumed by thoughts of revenge. As the new chieftain of the MacKenna clan, he has reason to believe that there’s a traitor in his midst, and nothing—not even the bonny lass who suddenly drops from the sky—can distract him from his single-minded pursuit of the culprit. But when Gray learns that this sassy beauty possesses gifts beyond the sparkle in her eye, he allows his gaze, and his heart, to linger. While he hunts for the murderer, Gray finds in Trulie a precious companion—and a timeless love.

Advance praise for My Highland Lover

“Maeve Greyson surprises and enchants. The imaginative storytelling is hard to resist in this time-traveling tale of love, betrayal, and sacrifice.”—Victoria Roberts, bestselling author of My Highland Spy  

“Allow Maeve Grayson to take you on a magic carpet ride from present-day Kentucky to the Highlands of the thirteenth century. My Highland Lover is a sensual story of desire, danger, and devilment woven with the strongest thread of all: love.”—Vonnie Davis, author of the Highlander’s Beloved series

“From the wow opening to the ahh ending, My Highland Lover is a winner, a brilliant blend of historical and contemporary romance. Maeve Greyson writes with humor, heart and heat. She’s an author to keep an eye out for!”—Kelly Moran, award-winning author of Return to Me
 

“A heady, mystical mixture of modern wit and romantic historical charm.”—Award-winning author Mackenzie Crowne

“I loved this book and I can’t wait for the next one.”—A Crazy Vermonter’s Book Reviews
I promised more and here it is! Check out the cover for MY HIGHLAND BRIDE – Book 2 in my Highland Hearts series.


Perfect for fans of the Highlander novels of Karen Marie Moning and Janet Chapman, Southern sass meets Highland heat in Maeve Greyson’s scintillating new Highland Hearts romance.

With bedroom eyes and racetrack curves, Kenna Sinclair seems like just another pretty Kentucky girl. But she can also read minds, erase memories, and jump through time—a skill set that comes in handy when her matchmaking granny sends her back to thirteenth-century Scotland on the pretext of visiting her older sister. When she encounters the clan’s womanizing man-at-arms, Kenna instantly knows the gorgeous Highlander has only one thing on his mind. She vows to steer clear of him, but after a single electrifying touch, she finds that playing hard to get won’t be quite so easy. . . .

Bewitched by the first lass who could ever resist him, Colum Garrison will do anything to prove his devotion, even ask for Kenna’s hand in marriage—and swear off his chosen form of recreation until their wedding night. It’s a burden for a man of his thunderous appetite, but the sinful temptation is not his alone: Colum’s fetching bride-to-be is practically trembling with anticipation for a moment that can’t come soon enough. When she’s willing, Colum will be ready and waiting—with a love that lasts a lifetime.

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Tuesday, March 17, 2015

MY HIGHLAND LOVER by Maeve Greyson - Grand Prize #Giveaway $100 Amazon Card #IARTG #BOOKBOOST #RELEASEDAY #FRWST #MUSTREAD

MY HIGHLAND LOVER is available for pre-order now and release day is March 24th! To celebrate the launching of my Highland Hearts series with this first book, I'm giving away a $100 Amazon gift card to one lucky individual!

Maeve Greyson unleashes a thrilling tale of magic and desire as a feisty Southern gal falls into the arms of a rough-hewn Highland chieftain.
 
As the proprietor of a homeopathic store in rural Kentucky, Trulie Sinclair knows that her neighbors think she’s strange—but they have no idea how strange she really is. Trulie was born in Scotland in the thirteenth century to a line of time-traveling Highlanders. When Trulie’s grandmother convinces her to return to their homeland, Trulie jumps back in time, right onto the powerful chest of Gray MacKenna. Just as his steely good looks send ripples through her body, their fierce attraction will send ripples through the ages.

After his parents are murdered, Gray is consumed by thoughts of revenge. As the new chieftain of the MacKenna clan, he has reason to believe that there’s a traitor in his midst, and nothing—not even the bonny lass who suddenly drops from the sky—can distract him from his single-minded pursuit of the culprit. But when Gray learns that this sassy beauty possesses gifts beyond the sparkle in her eye, he allows his gaze, and his heart, to linger. While he hunts for the murderer, Gray finds in Trulie a precious companion—and a timeless love.

Advance praise for My Highland Lover

“Maeve Greyson surprises and enchants. The imaginative storytelling is hard to resist in this time-traveling tale of love, betrayal, and sacrifice.”—Victoria Roberts, bestselling author of My Highland Spy  

“Allow Maeve Grayson to take you on a magic carpet ride from present-day Kentucky to the Highlands of the thirteenth century. My Highland Lover is a sensual story of desire, danger, and devilment woven with the strongest thread of all: love.”—Vonnie Davis, author of the Highlander’s Beloved series

“From the wow opening to the ahh ending, My Highland Lover is a winner, a brilliant blend of historical and contemporary romance. Maeve Greyson writes with humor, heart and heat. She’s an author to keep an eye out for!”—Kelly Moran, award-winning author of Return to Me
 

“A heady, mystical mixture of modern wit and romantic historical charm.”—Award-winning author Mackenzie Crowne

“I loved this book and I can’t wait for the next one.”—A Crazy Vermonter’s Book Reviews

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