Spotlight on Mary Wine and ‘Highland Hellion’!

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Illegitimate daughter of an English earl… Abducted to Scotland at age 14… No family, no reputation… No rules

ROLFE MCTAVISH

Heir to an honorable Highland laird… Can’t believe how well tomboy Kate can fight… About to learn how much of a woman she really is

Scotland is seething with plots, the vengeful Gordons are spoiling for a fight, and the neighboring clans are at each other’s throats. All it takes is a passionate hellion with a penchant for reckless adventure to ignite the Highlands once more.

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EXCERPT:

The wind rustled the leaves of the trees as the clouds shifted and blackened the night. It wasn’t darkness that made her nape tingle; no, it was something else. She started to turn, realizing she’d made a grave error in facing the river while the sound of the water might cover the steps of anyone nearby.

The realization came too late. She felt a hard blow land on her head and felt pain split her nearly in two. She struggled to hold back unconsciousness as she raised her hands to defend herself, but she was slow and clumsy. Her captors laughed as they pulled her away from her horse and looped a length of rope around her. It bound her arms to her chest, and they gleefully added two more loops before tying it off.

“Now that’s a fine prize to be sure,” one of them declared. “Yer sire is going to blister yer arse, lad, once he pays yer ransom.”

“Wager Marcus MacPherson will take a turn at that too, since yer one of his lads.”

There was a course of amusement at her expense, while the man holding the end of the rope tugged on it and pulled her along with him. She ducked her chin and stumbled after him.

“Look what we have here.”

Someone kicked her in the backside. It sent her sprawling, and with her arms bound, she tasted the dirt as she went rolling.

“Hold.”

Katherine was just sitting up when the order came. Compliance was immediate. Silence fell around her as she felt the weight of a stare.

It was a foolish thing to think, but as the man stepped closer and lowered himself onto his hunches in front of her, she would have sworn she actually felt his gaze on her. The clouds shifted, casting him in yellow moonlight, and she stiffened. The reaction rose from deep inside her, shocking her as much as the sight of the man considering her.

He was huge.

As hulking large as Marcus, but he struck her so much differently. Her belly tightened, and she felt like her eyes widened before she tucked her chin, as she’d learned to do to keep her gender hidden.

The man reached right out and cupped her chin to raise it again.

She gasped and recoiled.

The contact of their skin was jarring. She kicked away from him, but her gaze remained locked with his.

“It’s just a little MacPherson laddie,” one of the men spoke up. “Should be worth a few pieces of silver.”

“Got his horse too,” someone else said. “I’m thinking it’s worth more than the whelp.”

There was a round of chuckling at her expense.

The clouds shifted again, giving her even more light, and this time she saw the feather standing up on the side of the leader’s bonnet. There was a twinkle from the brooch holding it that could only come from gold.

“Ye’re blind, Cedric,” the man in front of her said.

His voice was deep and controlled. A shiver went down her spine as she recognized how completely in his power she was.

“How so?” Cedric asked. He gave the end of the rope. “I caught him sure enough.”

The man in front of her looked toward his man. “This is a lass.”

He rose, proving just how powerful his body was. The motion was fluid and graceful, like a hawk when it swooped down on its prey.

“Ye should have noticed how that rope is binding her arms and pushing her breasts up against whatever she bound them with.”

Katherine felt her cheeks heat. It had been a long time since she’d blushed, and she didn’t welcome the return of such reactions. But her distemper didn’t change the truth. He breasts were being pushed up, making a little pair of mounds in the front of the jerkin that wouldn’t be there if she were male.

Curse her gender.

“I am Rolfe McTavish.” He leaned over and hooked her by the coils of rope, lifting her up with one hard pull. “And ye are foolish in the extreme, mistress.”

He pulled the rope off her, tossing it toward his man Cedric, who caught it but glared at his laird’s son. “So what if it’s a lass? Still worth a ransom, I bet. Likely running away from a match. That means she has a dowry worth fighting over. Who knows? I might just wed her meself.”

Katherine took a step back, and then another when she realized they were letting her get closer to the horse. It occurred to her that they didn’t think she was very accomplished at mounting. After all, most women would use a mounting block. It had taken her months to build up enough strength to do it and still more months of strained muscles.

Tonight, every bit of pain seemed insignificant compared to the knowledge that she could fend for herself.

“I’m looking for good sport, Cedric,” Rolfe admonished his man.

“Can’t see much of her in those clothes, but she might be sporting enough.”

Rolfe stepped partially in front of his man. There was an odd tension in the air that made her belly want to heave, but she didn’t have time to be distracted by her emotions. She drew in a deep breath and let Marcus’s voice fill her head. The one he used when instructing.

Fighting is no’ just about who is strongest, but about who has better control…

Rolfe’s men were chuckling, while the laird’s son had his back to her. She took advantage of the moment, turning and jumping off a rock before gripping the sides of the saddle.

  

 

REVIEW: This is book three in Highland Weddings series and right now my favorite. The reason for it is its heroine and her backstory. As the story opens, I really thought I may not like her, but as I learned more about her, I liked her more and more. I admired her strength and pluck. I thought she held up her own against men or women and her relationship with the hero was so much fun to follow.

This was a well plotted and fun story which moved fast and furious. Characters in it were complex, fun and witty and the setting magical as the author paints us time long passed with such details that sets ones imagination into overdrive.

If you’re a fan of medieval, men in kilts and tropes in which heroines live up to the name of “hellion”, you’ll love this one.

Melanie for b2b

Gift copy provided by the publisher for an honest review

 

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Mary WineAUTHOR BIO: Mary Wine has written over twenty novels that take her readers from the pages of history to the far reaches of space. Recent winner of a 2008 EPPIE Award for erotic western romance, her book LET ME LOVE YOU was quoted “Not to be missed…” by Lora Leigh, New York Times best-selling author.

When she’s not abusing a laptop, she spends time with her sewing machines…all of them! Making historical garments is her second passion. From corsets and knickers to court dresses of Elizabeth I, the most expensive clothes she owns are hundreds of years out of date. She’s also an active student of martial arts, having earned the rank of second degree black belt.

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‘Scandal of the Season’ by Liana LeFey

sots llfSTORY: Five years ago, Lord Sorin Latham fled England’s shores to avoid heartbreak and scandal in the form of one Lady Eleanor Cramley. On returning home, he finds the young miss he used to scold for lack of decorum is now a stunning woman who fires his blood. But he must resist temptation or risk losing his honor as a gentleman and the friendship of those he holds dear, including Eleanor.

Lady Eleanor is determined to be the paragon of propriety Sorin urged her to become. But now that he’s back, the man she once thought of as an older brother makes her long to be anything but proper. She must make Sorin see her as worthy of his heart and his desire without losing his good opinion, or her Season will end in disgrace.

REVIEW: If you’re a fan of friends to lovers trope, this one’s for you.

I really liked it and following Sorin as he tries so hard to put distance between himself and his feelings for Eleanor, was heartbreaking. As for Eleanor, loosing Sorin’s friendship and only communicating with him through letters, was hard and I thought these two would never be on the same page.

This is a well written, steady paced story with well rounded characters. However, there’s a scene that I wasn’t so found of, and that one scene made me alter my otherwise perfect score and total enjoyment of this story.

Melanie for b2b

Gift copy provided by the publisher for an honest review

From Duke Till Dawn by Eva Leigh – Virtual Tour: Excerpt, Q and A, and Giveaway

Eva Leigh is quickly becoming one of my favorite authors! Check out her Tasty Q&A on ROSES ARE BLUE Blog 🙂

Roses Are Blue

 A seductive new series that sizzles with 
the dark secrets of
London’s underworld…

FROM DUKE TILL DAWN

The London Underground #1
Eva Leigh
Releasing May 30, 2017
Avon Books

Eva Leigh launches a seductive new series that sizzles with the dark secrets of London’s underworld…

Years ago,
the Duke of Greyland gave his heart—and a princely sum of money—to a charming,
destitute widow with unparalleled beauty. But after one passionate night, she
slipped from his bed and vanished without a trace. And just when he’s given up
hope of ever seeing her again, Greyland finds her managing a gaming hell. He’s
desperate to have her… until he discovers everything about his long-lost lover
was a lie.
 
In truth,
Cassandra Blake grew up on the streets, picking pockets to survive. Greyland
was a mark—to be fleeced and forgotten—but her feelings for the duke became all
too real. Once he learns…

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Spotlight on Collette Cameron and ‘Passion and Plunder’!

pap ccBOOK BLURB: Would you sacrifice everything for the person you love, knowing you can never be together?

A desperate Scottish lady

Lydia Farnsworth—the sole surviving heir to the Laird of Tornbury Fortress—has lost nearly everyone she loves. Now her father lies on his deathbed. And as if this isn’t dire enough, he’s invited men from the surrounding area to a warrior’s contest—the winner to claim Lydia as his bride.

A Scotsman dueling with his past

Alasdair McTavish, son of Craiglocky Keep’s war chief, is a seasoned warrior in his own right. So when he’s sent to Tornbury to train the Farnsworth soldiers, he’s more than equal to the task.

A danger unseen

When a dangerous adversary makes a move against Lydia, a dastardly scheme comes to light, and Alasdair realizes only he can protect Lydia.

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EXCERPT:

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A few feet inside the room, Lydia spun around and planted her hands on her hips. “Pray tell me, what you’re doing? Why are you so upset and acting like a savage? I but spoke the truth. I’m not your responsibility.”

Alasdair leaned against the door, his eyes hooded, and an almost predatory demeanor about his large form. His lips twitched with her last fiery declaration, but he kept stoically silent.

His untamed hair hanging nearly to his shoulders, golden stubble shadowing his face’s chiseled planes, and an unfathomable, wild glint in his steely azure eyes, accented his Viking ancestry. All he needed was a battle-axe and round shield to complete the image of a fierce, marauding Norseman.

And she wouldn’t mind all that much if he’d laid siege to Tornbury.

She feared he’d already done so with her heart.

Oh, the plundering hadn’t been the overwhelming bedeviling of senses as Flynn’s had.

No, Alasdair’s onslaught had been a subtle, insidious seduction, snaring her before she even realized she’d been led into a trap.

He smiled then, that charming, tempting bending of his strong mouth which, despite her pique, towed at her reluctant heartstrings and sent a frisson of excitement coursing through her pores.

His absurdly broad shoulders and marbled muscles appealed to her femininity. Why must he be so deliciously masculine?

Still, he owed her an explanation for lugging her into the drawing room like an errant child.

“Well?” Widening her eyes, she leaned forward a mite, demanding an explanation, irritated at his highhandedness and her wanton response. “What, you’ve nothing to say now? After you dragged me in here, like a crazed, uncivilized barbarian?”

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REVIEW: This is book five in Highland Heather Romancing a Scot series but it can definitely be read as a standalone.

The first word that came to my mind as I read the last page was WOW! This story was chalk full of wow’s. The setting of Scottish Highlands was wow; the heroine’s strength and bravery is wow and the hero is to die for, so wow for him as well.

As usual, Ms. Cameron gives us an intriguing plot, and coupled with a fast pace and great characterization, this story was vastly entertaining as well as heartwarming. I adored the main characters and thoroughly enjoyed their road to happily ever after. The chemistry between the two was electric!

If you’re a fan of kilted men that speak with a burr, this story is for you. If you’re a fan of Scottish Highlands, you’ll let Ms. Cameron take you there. Her wonderful prose and descriptive story telling will enchant you.

Melanie for b2b

Gift copy provided by the author for an honest review

ccAUTHOR BIO: Bestselling, award-winning author, COLLETTE CAMERON pens Scottish and Regency historicals featuring rogues, rapscallions, rakes, and the intelligent, intrepid damsels who reform them.

Mother to three, Collette admits to a quirky sense of humor, enjoys inspiring quotes, and anything cobalt blue. A self-confessed Cadbury chocoholic, she lives in Oregon with her miniature dachshunds.

You’ll always find dogs, birds, occasionally naughty humor, and a dash of inspiration in her sweet-to-spicy timeless romances.

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Spotlight on Elizabeth Keysian and ‘Unmasking the Earl’!

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ute ekBOOK BLURB: Devastated by the disappearance of his sister, the Earl of Stranraer has gone to extraordinary lengths to find the notorious rake responsible, and enters his household incognito to wreak his vengeance. But his enemy has an unexpected protector—the innocent but headstrong Miss Cassandra Blythe.

Cassie is determined to learn the art of seduction. But she is blindsided by her body’s thrilling response to the wrong man—a mysterious servant who shows up at the most inauspicious moments to spoil her lessons in love with warnings of her imminent ruin. When she learns the handsome servant’s identity and the reason for his deception, she resolves to help Stranraer, but only if he abandons his vow to destroy his enemy.

The earl is sorely tempted to give the meddlesome beauty a lesson in seduction she’ll never forget. But she turns the tables, and he gets his own lesson in forgiveness…and love.

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EXCERPT:

Beyond the curved walls and dome of his jail, village life continued. He had heard a coach arrive, empty, fill, and leave again. There’d been the heavy hooves of horses pulling wagons, the screeching of jackdaws, and the clack clack clack of pigeon wings. Now he could hear soft feminine voices, growing louder as they approached.

“I understand some poor wretch was cast into the Blind House last night,” one woman said.

Ned ground his teeth. Yes. That would be him. He didn’t care for being called a poor wretch.

“Does that happen often?” the other woman enquired.

“Not too often. They are usually let go the following day. It’s assumed they’ve learned their lesson…or sobered up. There’s the pillory for repeat offenders, of course,” answered the first voice.

“How dreadful,” exclaimed the second.

Ned’s ears pricked up. That voice. Had he heard it before?

“Achilles Marsh, our constable, is meticulous in carrying out his duties. He owns a full set of Parish Law and can quote you chapter and verse.”

Ned scowled, distracted by the name of his persecutor. Achilles Marsh. He would remember that name.

“If you stand on this stone here, you can peep in,” the first woman informed her companion.

“Heavens, no. I don’t wish to revel in some stranger’s misfortune.”

Ned felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He did know that voice. All too well.

He leaped up and went as close to the bars as his chains would allow.

“Miss Blythe? I am quite certain I ordered you to go home and stay out of trouble,” he called.

There was a strangled noise from outside, then, after a bout of scrabbling, a bonneted head appeared silhouetted against the sky.

“My l— er, Ned? Is that really you?”

He ground out, “Miss Blythe. What are you doing here?”

As if he didn’t know.

After a guilt-laden pause, she said, “I’m here to visit my friend, Mrs. Fiennes. I believe I mentioned she lives in Aston.”

He was proud of how he kept his temper. Quod erat demonstrandum. He could control it. “You travelled alone?”

“I came with my maid, Ella. Not Wycherley, if that’s what you’re asking,” she said, with obvious affront.

He heard the first voice ask, “Is this one of the people you were asking about?” A second shadow obscured the opening. “Good afternoon!”

Ned groaned inwardly. As if it wasn’t bad enough for Cassie to see him in this mortifying situation.

Both heads disappeared amid a muffled discussion. Ned’s chains clanked dismally as he scrubbed his face with his hands. Could this day get any worse?

REVIEW: This is the second story in Wayward in Wessex series and not reading the first story, I can safely say that I had no trouble following this one. I don’t think it’s necessary for you to read the first one either in order to understand the goings on in here.

If you love lighthearted and romp romances, this one will fit the bill to a tee! There’s a lot going on here with lots and lots of characters that are fun and funny. I enjoyed the characterization of both leads and their interaction was fun. I also found the setting of the countryside appealing and refreshing.

This is a perfect story to lighten the rainy day afternoon.

Melanie for b2b

Gift copy provided by the publisher for an honest review

authorkate2aAUTHOR BIO: Elizabeth first started writing fiction when she was eight, encouraged to do so by her Head Teacher father, who needed something to keep her quiet during school holidays. Her favorite topics were mermaids, ghosts, Norman knights and quests, and she illustrated and decorated her own books. She emerged from the world of her imagination to read History at the University of London, after which she spent many years working as an archaeologist and artifact illustrator. She then became a primary school teacher, after which she moved to museum education work, and display and collections management.

Elizabeth has been involved in Medieval, Tudor, and English Civil War re-enactment and has enjoyed sword-play and traditional archery, excelling in neither. She lived for seven years on a Knights Templar estate in Essex where she pursued her interest in historical textiles, cookery and medicine. She loves anything to do with the past, and still looks down holes in the ground to see if there’s anything archaeological in them. There generally isn’t.

She has written fifteen historical romances since moving to the West of England in 1997, the landscape and history of which have inspired the “Wayward in Wessex” series. Book #1 in the series, “Distracting the Duke”, has recently been published by Entangled Publishing.

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“Always True to Her (Emerson Book 2)” by Maureen Driscoll #Spotlight

One of my favorite authors blogs about some of her favorite things. Maureen shares her personal insights on books from two of her series, The Kellingtons and The Emersons.
Also, THREE random commenters will win ebooks each day this week! Good times!
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A Few of My Favorite Things

Historical Romance Month continues this week on Nesie’s Place with the work of author Maureen Driscoll in the spotlight! Maureen shares her personal insights on books from two of her series, The Kellingtons and The Emersons. Also, THREE random commenters will win ebooks each day this week! Good times!

This is from the second series I did, about the Emerson family.  The Kellingtons are rich.  The Emersons start out poor and they remain that way through (most of) five books.  That did not go over too well with some readers.  And this book got the most hate, though it’s probably my favorite.

For me, it’s fun to think of the fantasy where the rich guy comes in, loves you truly and sweeps you off your feet while showering you with money (basically all the Kellington books, except Lizzie’s husband is also rich and titled).  But for me, there’s something…

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‘The Bride’ by Julie Garwood

tb jgSTORY: By the king’s edict, Alec Kincaid, mightiest of the Scottish lairds, must take an English bride. And Jamie the youngest daughter of Baron Jamison, is his choice. From his first glimpse of the proud and beautiful English lady, Alec felt a burning hunger stir within him. This was a woman worthy of his fearless warrior’s spirit. And he aches to touch her, tame her, possess her…forever.

But with the wedding vows, Jamie pledges her own secret oath: She will never surrender her love to this Highland barbarian. He was everything her heart warned her against — an arrogant, brooding scoundrel whose rough good looks and seductive embrace fire her blood. But when strange accidents begin to threaten Jamie’s life and an old rumor that Alec killed his first wife spreads anew, something far more dangerous than desire threatens to conquer her senses.

REVIEW: I read this book decades ago [this is the first book in Lairds’ Fiancées series] and thought to revisit it once more but in audio.tb jg o Let me say this up front. My love of romance started with Jude Deveraux and Julie Garwood so I’m a huge fan. However, sometimes what has been written and read decades ago, can be quite different from reading it today. I’m so happy to report that this story was even better today than years ago. I loved everything about it, especially Rosalyn Landor. She made the words written come alive. Her accent was spot on, be it English or Scotts.

As for characters, all were three dimensional and complex, especially the heroine, Jamie.  Her sweetness and lovability was contagious. You can’t help but like this self-deprecating and self-sacrificing character. She was adorable.

On the other hand, I had some doubts about Alec. At the start of the story we see a lot of arrogance, but as the story develops, we get to know him better and to like him more. He was strong yet caring of his clan and especially of his English wife. Wonderful Alpha male with some sensitive beta hero characteristics.

I thoroughly enjoyed this fun and funny medieval romance. The author made me believe in these two and their story. I was vested in them but the mystery within made me a bit antsy. Thank God it all worked out!

Years after it’s written, this story still stands strong. Highly recommending!

Melanie for b2b