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December 27, 2020
Excerpt of An Echo in the Glen:“I am that same man,” Gav...
Excerpt of An Echo in the Glen:
“I am that same man,” Gavin’s gruff voice rose above the storm. “I pride myself on my fidelity, my loyalty, my character. I would no’ give it up to anyone, no’ for ye, no’ for Ewan. Never for someone I see as nothing more than an invasive devil in my home. I have cleaved myself to ye, Jenny. And ye alone. There is no one else on this earth for me! Only ye!”
Jenny opened her mouth to try and protest again, but no words formed. She had no argument, nothing to say to counter it, for he spoke a basic human truth about his level of loyalty.
Gavin had no hesitation. His lips landed on her open mouth, hard and pressing, an aggressive kiss that claimed her lips, claimed all of her for his own. If she still disbelieved his devotion, his desire for her, then Gavin would show her the true depths of his love.
**swoon**
November 16, 2020
Excerpt time! The Maiden of the Grove, releasing Dec 4!...
Excerpt time! The Maiden of the Grove, releasing Dec 4! https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08LTT93K9
Tendrils of Aila’s deep crimson hair escaped her hood and swirled around her head in a wispy halo. She found a fallen log, soft in the middle from years of exposure to weather, and she perched on it, trying to find her peace in nature as Malmuira had taught her. When emotions were high, the scents and sounds of the Mother’s world cleared her head and invigorated her body.
Clean mind, clean body, clean spirit. Malmuira had spoken that chant over and over until it was well ingrained in Aila’s mind.But it didn’t work. The weight of Fion’s death was too heavy, too grievous, for the Mother’s beauty to clear her conscience. Just as the burning tears of guilt and shame threatened to fall, the crinkling of leaves startled her. She whirled around on the log to see Eian approach through the trees.
His robust bare legs and rich, earthy hair could be seen from under his long tunic — the rest of him was wrapped in his stone-blue plaid breacan. With his wide shoulders and powerful chest covered in wool, he resembled a variegated wall walking toward her. Aila sagged at his appearance and turned back around on the log.Eian reached where she sat and stood behind her, blocking some of the wind. Out of respect, he didn’t touch her but stood close enough that the heat of his body, that which wasn’t whipped away by the biting wind, pressed against her. As much as part of her brain told her she shouldn’t welcome his nearness, the rest of her body did. Unconsciously, she leaned back toward him until her arasaid brushed his bare legs.
“I saw ye run out of the funeral when his mother started to place the rocks on his cairn. I placed a rock for ye, then followed. Are ye unwell?”
Aila exhaled. Eian, always at her defense and protection. Even when he didn’t understand, or even like, her actions, he staunchly defended her, nonetheless. How did she end up with such a loyal friend when she was so self-involved in her skill and healing arts? She didn’t deserve a friend like Eian.
Tendrils of Aila’s deep crimson hair escaped her hood and swirled around her head in a wispy halo. She found a fallen log, soft in the middle from years of exposure to weather, and she perched on it, trying to find her peace in nature as Malmuira had taught her. When emotions were high, the scents and sounds of the Mother’s world cleared her head and invigorated her body.
Clean mind, clean body, clean spirit. Malmuira had spoken that chant over and over until it was well ingrained in Aila’s mind.But it didn’t work. The weight of Fion’s death was too heavy, too grievous, for the Mother’s beauty to clear her conscience. Just as the burning tears of guilt and shame threatened to fall, the crinkling of leaves startled her. She whirled around on the log to see Eian approach through the trees.
His robust bare legs and rich, earthy hair could be seen from under his long tunic — the rest of him was wrapped in his stone-blue plaid breacan. With his wide shoulders and powerful chest covered in wool, he resembled a variegated wall walking toward her. Aila sagged at his appearance and turned back around on the log.Eian reached where she sat and stood behind her, blocking some of the wind. Out of respect, he didn’t touch her but stood close enough that the heat of his body, that which wasn’t whipped away by the biting wind, pressed against her. As much as part of her brain told her she shouldn’t welcome his nearness, the rest of her body did. Unconsciously, she leaned back toward him until her arasaid brushed his bare legs.
“I saw ye run out of the funeral when his mother started to place the rocks on his cairn. I placed a rock for ye, then followed. Are ye unwell?”
Aila exhaled. Eian, always at her defense and protection. Even when he didn’t understand, or even like, her actions, he staunchly defended her, nonetheless. How did she end up with such a loyal friend when she was so self-involved in her skill and healing arts? She didn’t deserve a friend like Eian.
Excerpt time! The Maiden of the Grove, releasing D...
Excerpt time! The Maiden of the Grove, releasing Dec 4! https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08LTT93K9
Tendrils of Aila’s deep crimson hair escaped her hood and swirled around her head in a wispy halo. She found a fallen log, soft in the middle from years of exposure to weather, and she perched on it, trying to find her peace in nature as Malmuira had taught her. When emotions were high, the scents and sounds of the Mother’s world cleared her head and invigorated her body.
Clean mind, clean body, clean spirit. Malmuira had spoken that chant over and over until it was well ingrained in Aila’s mind.But it didn’t work. The weight of Fion’s death was too heavy, too grievous, for the Mother’s beauty to clear her conscience. Just as the burning tears of guilt and shame threatened to fall, the crinkling of leaves startled her. She whirled around on the log to see Eian approach through the trees.
His robust bare legs and rich, earthy hair could be seen from under his long tunic — the rest of him was wrapped in his stone-blue plaid breacan. With his wide shoulders and powerful chest covered in wool, he resembled a variegated wall walking toward her. Aila sagged at his appearance and turned back around on the log.Eian reached where she sat and stood behind her, blocking some of the wind. Out of respect, he didn’t touch her but stood close enough that the heat of his body, that which wasn’t whipped away by the biting wind, pressed against her. As much as part of her brain told her she shouldn’t welcome his nearness, the rest of her body did. Unconsciously, she leaned back toward him until her arasaid brushed his bare legs.
“I saw ye run out of the funeral when his mother started to place the rocks on his cairn. I placed a rock for ye, then followed. Are ye unwell?”
Aila exhaled. Eian, always at her defense and protection. Even when he didn’t understand, or even like, her actions, he staunchly defended her, nonetheless. How did she end up with such a loyal friend when she was so self-involved in her skill and healing arts? She didn’t deserve a friend like Eian.
Tendrils of Aila’s deep crimson hair escaped her hood and swirled around her head in a wispy halo. She found a fallen log, soft in the middle from years of exposure to weather, and she perched on it, trying to find her peace in nature as Malmuira had taught her. When emotions were high, the scents and sounds of the Mother’s world cleared her head and invigorated her body.
Clean mind, clean body, clean spirit. Malmuira had spoken that chant over and over until it was well ingrained in Aila’s mind.But it didn’t work. The weight of Fion’s death was too heavy, too grievous, for the Mother’s beauty to clear her conscience. Just as the burning tears of guilt and shame threatened to fall, the crinkling of leaves startled her. She whirled around on the log to see Eian approach through the trees.
His robust bare legs and rich, earthy hair could be seen from under his long tunic — the rest of him was wrapped in his stone-blue plaid breacan. With his wide shoulders and powerful chest covered in wool, he resembled a variegated wall walking toward her. Aila sagged at his appearance and turned back around on the log.Eian reached where she sat and stood behind her, blocking some of the wind. Out of respect, he didn’t touch her but stood close enough that the heat of his body, that which wasn’t whipped away by the biting wind, pressed against her. As much as part of her brain told her she shouldn’t welcome his nearness, the rest of her body did. Unconsciously, she leaned back toward him until her arasaid brushed his bare legs.
“I saw ye run out of the funeral when his mother started to place the rocks on his cairn. I placed a rock for ye, then followed. Are ye unwell?”
Aila exhaled. Eian, always at her defense and protection. Even when he didn’t understand, or even like, her actions, he staunchly defended her, nonetheless. How did she end up with such a loyal friend when she was so self-involved in her skill and healing arts? She didn’t deserve a friend like Eian.
November 9, 2020
AND BOOK 2 IS IN THE BOOKS! ;) The Maiden of the Grove...
AND BOOK 2 IS IN THE BOOKS! ;) The Maiden of the Grove off to the beta reader (my Sophie!) as I get the ARCs ready. And yes, I was crying again at the end!!! And not only did I write it but I read it three times already! So many good ancient Caledonii feels! Preorder this gorgeous Caledonii healer today! https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08LTT93K9
AND BOOK 2 IS IN THE BOOKS! ;) The Maiden of the ...
AND BOOK 2 IS IN THE BOOKS! ;) The Maiden of the Grove off to the beta reader (my Sophie!) as I get the ARCs ready. And yes, I was crying again at the end!!! And not only did I write it but I read it three times already! So many good ancient Caledonii feels! Preorder this gorgeous Caledonii healer today! https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08LTT93K9
October 10, 2020
How About Another Sneak Peek? An Echo in the Glen - Boo...
How About Another Sneak Peek? An Echo in the Glen - Book 7 coming this winter
Look for the pre-order link later this year!
Look for the pre-order link later this year!
How About Another Sneak Peek? An Echo in...
How About Another Sneak Peek? An Echo in the Glen - Book 7 coming this winter
Look for the pre-order link later this year!
Look for the pre-order link later this year!
September 16, 2020
And while I'm at itI'll just drop this here: Book 2 comi...
And while I'm at itI'll just drop this here:
Book 2 coming this winter!
Book 2 coming this winter!
And while I'm at itI'll just drop this here: B...
And while I'm at itI'll just drop this here:
Book 2 coming this winter!
Book 2 coming this winter!
September 9, 2020
Warrior of the Glen Cover Reveal!
COVER REVEAL:The Warrior of the Glen -Releasing Oct 23!
Pre-Order coming soon! Get ready for book 6 in the award winning series!
Pre-Order coming soon! Get ready for book 6 in the award winning series!
