Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Rest. Breathe. Dream.

In this time of long cold nights and short sunless days,
Remember that the earth sleeps       
Silent and still beneath the stars.
She breathes in deep,
Exhales slowly,
And weaves her dreams of days yet to come and history to be made.


Tuesday, October 11, 2016

“Protect her.” Who knew such a simple order could be so damn exquisite?

Excerpt:

This is Chapter Two—after Graham has received his “sentence” to be sent to the future and married off to Lilia Sinclair to prevent clan war.

“Sit.” Mother Sinclair pointed to a short bench snugged up against the wall beside the stone hearth. “The both of you.”

Graham strode across the room, taking his stance in front of the cold fireplace. “I’ll stand, thank ye.” ’Twas true he respected the women and looked upon them with no small amount of leeriness, but he’d be damned if he would sit on a bench like a lad due a scolding. They’d already named his sentence. Time to get on wi’ the details of his fate.

Angus huffed out a disgusted harrumph then obediently stomped over to the bench and plopped down. As soon as he sat, a golden-eyed black cat hopped up beside him and sat glaring at him with an unblinking stare. Angus edged to the end of the bench farthest from the cat, crossing his legs and turning away as though shielding his man parts from the creature’s piercing gaze.

Mother Sinclair chuckled. “Very good, Kismet. Keep an eye on Angus and make certain he pays attention.”

The tip of Kismet’s long sleek tail flipped a bit faster.

A warm heavy weight leaned hard against Graham’s leg. Without looking down, he leaned to one side and scratched behind the massive dog’s ears. I thank ye, lad. At least he had one ally in the room. 

Lady Trulie’s hulking black beast of a dog, Karma, had taken up with him since the first moment he’d arrived at MacKenna Keep. Of course, ’twas probably because the MacKenna’s five-year-old daughter, Chloe, had named him her favorite uncle. The dog worshiped the wee lass and considered her word law.

“Stay wi’ me, lad. I appreciate yer strength,” he whispered down to the dog.Karma thumped his heavy tail against the floor.

Mother Sinclair and Lady Trulie settled in the cushioned chairs pulled close to the hearth. The band around Graham’s chest loosened the barest bit as the MacKenna strode over to the waist-high cabinet filled with bottles, pitchers, and assorted cups and glasses. He wouldna mind a wee nip if the MacKenna was so inclined.

Gray promptly filled two pewter goblets with the deep ruby contents of one of the pitchers. He carried the glasses to the women then returned to the bar, filled three tankards from an amber bottle, and waved the men forward. “Come. I’ve whisky for the both of ye and I’ve a feelin’ ye’ll be a needin’ it.”

Angus beat Graham to the bar, snatched up one of the mugs then, with a fearful glance at Mother Sinclair, obediently returned to the bench.

Coward. Graham shook his head at Angus then purposely sauntered across the room as though he had nary a care in the world. He’d do as they bid him but he’d damn sure no’ sacrifice his backbone in the doin’ of it. He looped his hand through the handle of the tankard then strode back to his position at the hearth.

Sláinte.” Gray lifted his glass and nodded to each of the men.

Sláinte,” Graham repeated as he lifted his glass first to Gray then to the ladies before taking a deep draw. He welcomed the burn of the fiery liquid. It reminded him a great deal of when he’d been a dragon and housed burning coals in his gullet. A bitter laugh snorted free as he stared down at his reflection in the bit of whisky left in his cup. At least he could say his life had ne’er been dull.

“I think you and Lilia are a wonderful match,” Lady Trulie said while turning to slide her goblet to the small arm table snugged between her and Mother Sinclair’s chair. “She’s strong-willed just like you. I bet there’ll be sparks.”

Sparks? Hell’s fire. Tha’s all I need. Sinclair sparks t’singe me arse. Graham finished his drink in one quick gulp, silently wishing there was more. He politely nodded. “And ye ken the lady will be agreeable to this match ye desire?”

“Probably not,” Mother Sinclair observed. Her soft chuckling echoed in her cup as she took a long slow drink. Merriment glistened in her eyes as she placed her glass beside Trulie’s. “Lilia’s quite the hellcat. Stubborn. Opinionated. And if she thinks it, you can damn well bet she’s going to say it.”Then all mirth faded from her as she reached for Trulie’s hand. “But our strong stubborn Lilia thinks allowing anyone to help her is a sign of weakness . . . of failure. Only a year ago, this isolation and selfish guarding of her insecurities nearly caused her to end her life.”

Lady Trulie patted Mother Sinclair’s hand then rose from her chair and stepped closer to Graham. “We’re sending you to the future not only to woo Lilia but to save her from herself. She needs to be loved whether she wishes it or not. She can’t survive in this world alone—no matter what century. She’s an empath and isn’t always able to shield herself from the cruelties around her.” 

Trulie cleared her throat then turned away but not before Graham noticed the moisture of unshed tears shining in her eyes. 

An empath? What the hell is an empath? Be she crippled?

Trulie sniffed and pressed the back of one hand against her mouth. Recovering quickly, she lifted her head and smoothed both hands down the folds of her skirt. She returned to her chair and sank into it, slowly blowing out a deep breath through pursed lips. “And even with the prophetic visions the Fates send her, Lilia doesn’t realize she’s in danger.”

“What is this danger she faces?” Graham placed his empty tankard on the shelf above the hearth. He couldna stomach the thought of a helpless woman facing danger alone. Perhaps empath meant the poor lass was under some sort of curse or being hunted down by demons. He understood the feelings of utter helplessness well. Curses did that to a soul. The verra idea grated against his hide. Women were to be protected and cherished from such unpleasantness. “What danger?” he repeated.

“The danger of depression—of a dark hopelessness.” Mother Sinclair shook her head. “Lilia’s blessing from the Fates is also a curse. She’s able to see future events—usually dire events. Sometimes, she can save those she sees in the visions. Sometimes not. And when we say Lilia is an empath, we mean she feels the pain and suffering of the world more than most. She can stand inside a crowded room and experience what every individual in that room feels—be it sorrow or joy or anything in between—and she’s not always able to shield herself from others’ emotions. Soon, she’ll be alone. The guardian I sent to watch over her is dying. Lilia must not be left alone. Alone, the darkness of despair could very well overpower her and pull her down to her end.”

Mother Sinclair rose from her chair, crossed the room, and thumped Graham on the chest. “But if she is properly wooed and married—the greatest energy of all would help keep her from that darkness.”

Graham clasped his hands to the small of his back, fighting the urge to fidget beneath Mother Sinclair’s intent gaze. “What energy do ye speak of? I’ve no magic, nor powers to keep the woman safe. I can only protect her with m’sword—and would consider it an honor t’do so.”

He’d gladly do that if that’s what they wished. He sorely regretted endangering the clan with his behavior. They’d welcomed him in and named him as one of their own when he’d declined to return to Draegonmare Keep with his beloved friend, Ronan, and his new wife, Mairi—another of the Lady Trulie’s sisters.

The thought of returning to Loch Ness, the land he’d been anchored to for so verra long, had rankled his soul. So the MacKennas had adopted him and bid him stay as long as he liked. Graham’s gaze lowered to the floor, his heart sinking to his gut. He was keenly aware of all that the MacKennas had done for him. And look how he’d gone and repaid that kindness.

Mother Sinclair moved forward and rested her bony fingers atop his arm, her touch gentler this time. She leaned in close and smiled. “You can protect her with the greatest energy of all. You can protect her with your love and understanding.”

Graham sucked in a deep breath, uncertainty threatening to squeeze the air right back out. Love? Surely the woman jests. I’m no’ capable of love. He’d hardened his heart against that fickle emotion whilst he was cursed. After all, ’twas the foolishness of enchanted love that had drawn him to the beauty of the vile witch what had damned him to the form of the dragon. “I will give her my honor and protection. I can guarantee no more than that.”

Mother Sinclair wrinkled her nose, resettling her wire-rimmed spectacles a bit higher. Her sparse gray brows knotted together in a disapproving frown. “You will have one full month.” She held up a slightly bent finger, knotted and twisted with age. “Just one full cycle of the moon to win Lilia’s heart and convince her to be your wife. The Fates aren’t the patient sort—especially since we’re blatantly tinkering with their web by attempting to permanently relocate you to the future. They will not permit you an extended stay in a time other than your own without a proper anchor to keep your heart and soul grounded. If, at the end of that month, you and Lilia aren’t as one, your happy ass will be yanked right back here to the past—and to the Buchanans.”

Mother Sinclair spoke as though that were a bad thing. Surely, after a month in the future, the Buchanan clan’s ire wouldha cooled enough for him to safely return to his life in the thirteenth century. Graham felt more settled, calmer with the certainty of it. Aye. I’ll be back here in no’ time a’tall. All will be well.

“Nay. I ken what yer thinkin’.” Gray stepped forward, shaking his head. “If ye return to this time, I’ll be forced to turn ye over to the Buchanan to avoid clan war. His ire toward ye willna be set aside so easily. Ye ken, at the verra least, the man wishes to see ye drawn and quartered. Ye cuckolded the man within his own keep and ’tis said his women keep his hatred fanned and well fueled by singin’ of yer ‘talents’ to any and all who’ll lend an ear.” 

Gray watched Graham over the rim of his glass while drawing in another long sip. He lowered the mug and slid it to the cabinet beside him. “The Buchanan has accepted the offer that yer to be banished from Scotland—forever. ’Twas the only option other than yer head on a pike that came remotely close to coolin’ the man’s rage. Ye can wager his people will be watchin’ and willna fail to report if ye return—no matter how long ye’ve stayed away from yer beloved Highlands of this time. Clan MacKenna can no longer be yer sanctuary.”

Well, damn me arse straight t’hell and back. But surely the chieftain errs in his thinkin’. Surely I can return after a bit of time. Graham stood taller. A Sinclair woman. To wife. May the gods have mercy on his soul. Surely ’twould no’ be that bad—no’ as bad as torture, or even worse—the dungeons. And eventually . . . perhaps he could someday return and reunite his new wife with her kin. Aye. Surely that would be his future.

“I’ll make certain the woman agrees to be m’wife.” A growing sense of uncertainty stirred uncomfortably in his gut like a poorly digested meal. God a’mighty. What the hell am I to do with a wife?

“See that you do.” Mother Sinclair returned to her chair and scooped up her goblet in a pale knobby hand. She put the glass to her mouth then paused and instead lifted it to Graham in a toast. “Know this—if you cause my granddaughter any pain, the Buchanan will be the least of your worries.”

ABOUT MY SEDUCTIVE HIGHLANDER


In this scintillating novel from the author of My Tempting Highlander(“Another exciting and heartwarming time-travel romance.”—Vonnie Davis), the ladies’ man of Loch Ness meets a hot-tempered lass who sets his heart aflame.

Though part of a legacy of time-traveling sisters, Lilia Sinclair is planted firmly in twenty-first-century Edinburgh. Her granny’s matchmaking with thirteenth-century Highlanders isn’t about to lure her into the past, especially as ancient Scotland enters troubled times. After all, Lilia is blessed—or cursed—with dire prophetic visions. To protect herself, she’s put up an icy emotional wall no man could cross—until a pair of gorgeous, rippling arms breaks right through.

Graham MacTavish is pure trouble. Once the dragon bound to Loch Ness, he’s transformed into a philanderer of the first order. In fact, because of his dalliances with other men’s wives, a rival clan wants his head on a pike. Before he provokes an all-out war, Graham is banished to the twenty-first century, where he must win Lilia’s hand—or return to die. But after meeting a lass as fierce as any Highland warrior, Graham knows one thing: life with Lilia, in any century, is a fate to embrace.

Praise for My Seductive Highlander

“Ms. Greyson pens a masterpiece of visions, kilted passions, and humor to cast a spell of utter delight over her readers. My Seductive Highlanderis a perfect romance you won’t want to miss.”—Vonnie Davis, author of both the Highlanders Beloved and the Black Eagle Ops series

“For lovers of Scottish time travel romance—I’m a new fan!”—USA Todaybestselling author Angela Quarles

“Maeve Greyson weaves a magical tale. My Seductive Highlander will have you holding your breath and flipping pages late into the night.”—Lisa Kessler, author of the Moon series

“Just like all the other books in this series, I loved it. I’m sad to see the series end as the books and characters were always entertaining.”—A Crazy Vermonter’s Book Reviews

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Sunday, September 25, 2016

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Praise for My Tempting Highlander

“With deft strokes, Maeve Greyson paints another exciting and heartwarming time-travel romance. As she takes you from the thirteenth century to the twenty-first, you’ll smile over the family antics, shiver over an ancient curse, and swoon over the kilted heroes.”—Vonnie Davis, author of the Highlander’s Beloved series

“Once again Ms. Greyson has effortlessly transported me into this magical world. . . . With danger, excitement, sizzling heat and moments of laughter, My Tempting Highlander . . . is the ultimate Highland romance.”—Fresh Fiction

“There is a lot to love in this series . . . including great writing, a fast pace, and another fresh and unique plot. I loved [My Tempting Highlander] and am sure you will as well.”—CK2S Kwips and Kritiques

“I love time travels, especially historical ones, and this time travel did not disappoint me.”—Sportochick’s Musings

“I have fallen hard for time travel novels, so this series has definitely hit the spot!”—Kilts and Swords

“If you like those Scottish heroes and the paranormal, I think you’ll enjoy this one.”—The Good, The Bad, and The Unread

“What an enjoyable novel! Quite a tale of fate, time traveling and shifters. The Highlander has passion and love so steamy, it almost made my [e-reader] steam up!”—Lost in Books

“An enjoyable read from start to end. I will recommend this book for readers who like paranormal romance with time travel as a bonus.”—Yearwood Daily Book Review (five stars)

“For fans of fantasy, paranormal, or time travel reads, you will enjoy this book. It has all those elements woven together to bring you a highly recommended and very entertaining read!”—The Jeep Diva

Saturday, September 24, 2016

Another chance to #WIN! Check out Wk 5's #GIVEAWAY

Just 5 weeks. MY SEDUCTIVE HIGHLANDER release day October 11th. EEEEEK!!!! 4 lucky winners entered and won My Seductive Highlander’s Seven Weeks of Giveaways. Could you be week 5’s winner?

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Sunday, September 18, 2016

Wk 4’s #GIVEAWAY is LIVE! Enter now!

Just 4 weeks until MY SEDUCTIVE HIGHLANDER is released! October 11th! *Insert small squeal of excitement here* We’ve had 3 lucky winners of My Seductive Highlander’s Seven Weeks of Giveaways. Could you be week 4’s winner?

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Tuesday, September 13, 2016

A Convenient Marriage by Maggie Tideswell #MUSTREAD

The idea of two complete strangers getting hitched has always intrigued me, for one simple reason—why would they do such a thing? Could such a relationship succeed? By successful relationship, I understand not only the longevity of the marriage…but is it possible for the participants to actually fall in love with each other in such a strange arrangement? Love is found in the most unexpected places.
A Convenient Marriage grew over a number of years. The basic story was simple—a divorcee with two children, an ex-husband being difficult over visitation, as well as a fiancée unable to commit. Holly’s friends suggested that she needed a new husband, placing an advert in the paper for one behind her back. Joshua was struck by a simple plan when he saw the ad and responded to it.
Why would Holly marry a man she’d never met, and why would Joshua respond to an ad for a husband, then actually propose to a woman he had never clapped eyes on? So, in came the dawdling fiancée, Nicole. Both Holly and Joshua were justified in not planning the marriage to be a real one, because they each had an agenda of their own, but Nicole was the injured party. For their plan to succeed, they had to marry—the real kind, down to that all-important piece of paper married—and they had to seem to be totally in love with each other. That it is all a scam, only they would know.
And here comes the ‘but’. Holly and Joshua’s plans go awry from the moment they meet on the steps of the chapel where their fake marriage is to take place, when both recognize the immediate attraction. Back at Joshua’s wine estate—yes, he is a rich landowner where Holly expected him to be a pauper—Holly meets Joshua’s mother, his brother and sister-in-law, and Nicole, the fiancée, who found out about Joshua’s duplicity in a room full of people. No one can blame Nicole for being a tad upset. Or can they? To add to Holly’s woes, she seems to have acquired a ‘ghost’ demanding she tell a story.
Amidst Nicole’s shenanigans, Joshua’s mother’s disapproval, Holly’s ex’s aggression, and the ghost following Holly around, will these two accomplish what they set out to do? Or will life get in the way?
Joshua’s and Holly’s journey through the uncharted seas of a blind marriage, where no rules apply, is a stormy one. Place your order here:
About the Author

Maggie Tideswell lives in Johannesburg—South Africa, with her husband, Gareth. She began writing when her kids were still very young, squeezing a few paragraphs at a time between the hectic schedule of raising three children, and working full time in the catering industry. She wrote many books before considering having them published. Now that the children have all made lives for themselves, there is more time for writing.

After much experimentation, Maggie writes passionate paranormal romance, of varying levels of heat. The paranormal, things that happen for which there are no logical explanations and ghosts are of particular interest to Maggie. What events in a person’s life would prevent that person from ‘resting’ after death? The ‘Old Religion’ is another special interest. And love, of course. Why do people fall in love? What keeps them together for a lifetime when so many relationships fail?
Maggie’s advice to aspirant novelists is two-fold. Never give up, and write every day. Writing is a craft that has to be honed with practice. And the only way to practice writing is by doing it. And a bonus, never stop reading your favorite genre. Reading it and writing it is the only training for a writer.


“Maggie Tideswell's latest novel, A Convenient Marriage, will have you turning pages as her characters cope with a marriage of convenience, well-meaning but nosy friends, a meddling ghost, jealous exes, and more. My advice: Make room on your Keepers shelf for this story!” (Loree Lough, best-selling author of 107 award-winning books, including Harlequin Heartwarming's "Those Marshall Boys" series.)

Sunday, September 11, 2016

Time to enter Wk 3’s #GIVEAWAY! Ready? Set? GO!

Two weeks down. Only 5 weeks to go until MY SEDUCTIVE HIGHLANDER is released! October 11th! Whoo hoo! Sharon Frizell and Michelle Duhon were the first two lucky winners of My Seductive Highlander’s Seven Weeks of Giveaways. Could you be this week’s winner?

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Sunday, September 4, 2016

And the #GIVEAWAYS continue!!

Did you check out last week’s giveaway on my Facebook page? Sharon Frizell did and she WON! Her prize package is all packed up and will soon be headed to her. Post Office is closed on Monday for Labor Day so Tuesday it’ll start its journey to Sharon.

And now it’s time for Week Two of the Seven Weeks of Giveaways to properly celebrate MY SEDUCTIVE HIGHLANDER’s release on October 11th.
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Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Let the #GIVEAWAYS begin!!!

It’s time! Time for what you say? Time to begin the splendiferous seven weeks of giveaways to launch MY SEDUCTIVE HIGHLANDER! Seven weeks from today is release day. Book four. The last in the Highland Hearts series. *sob* I’m so gonna miss the Sinclair sisters and their heart-stealing Highlanders. But now’s not the time to be sad. Now’s the time for you to head over to my Facebook page and check out this week’s giveaway! Here’s the link and a peek at what’s up for grabs. https://www.facebook.com/AuthorMaeveGreyson/

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!

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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


Prologue

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

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Saturday, February 13, 2016

And the 7 weeks of #GIVEAWAYS continue!!

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Monday, January 18, 2016

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Exposure by Kelly Moran
Erotic Romance

"A sexy, emotional romance that tears up the pages."
~KIM KARR, NY Times Bestselling Author

BLURB:
The greatest pleasure comes from losing control…
Noah Caldwell has spent ten years biding his time for the chance to tell his best friend Raven Crowne the truth. He wants her. With the threat that brought him to her in the first place finally behind him, they begin a hot affair he's only dreamt about. And reality is far better than fantasy. Yet beautiful Raven has her own dark history, one he's trying desperately to release from her. But as their passion deepens and turns into more, his past rises up from the shadows to claim one last victim…and Noah could lose the only person he can't live without.

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