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Now without further ado HERE is MY winner of the $25 GC:
Drum roll...drum roll...drum roll...
And the winner is...
!! Michelle B. !!
Congratulations, Michelle!!
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For all those who left comments requesting a copy of HIGHLAND VENGEANCE along with their email addresses, you will be receiving an email from me with the coupon code for your download!
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~OR~
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Hi All!
Isn't this a great hop??
Today, I thought I'd do a little hi-lite of my newest release, an erotic medieval Scottish Highlands romance entitled HIGHLAND VENGEANCE (available on
Amazon and
Smashwords), that features a very independent SINFUL SIREN, by the name of Maryn Donald (as you will see in the teaser below, LOL!). It's the first book in my Highlands Trilogy, and has also been released as a serial novel in 6 parts. In addition to the
$25 Amazon or B&N Gift Card I'm giving as a prize on this hop (winner's choice), I'm also offering up a free digital copy of this ebook to
all those who leave a comment in the comments section STATING THAT THEY WOULD LIKE A COPY, ALONG WITH their email address.
Here's the book blurb:
Set in the turn of the thirteenth century Scottish Highlands, this is
the story of Daniel MacLaurin, a handsome, rugged warrior-laird haunted
by his past, and Maryn Donald, the beautiful, high-spirited lass
destined to help him find his heart's ease.
After his mother and
grandfather, the only family he has ever known, are viciously murdered
in a surprise invasion when he is a lad of 13, Daniel spends years
focusing on training as a warrior and rebuilding his fortress,
determined to control the world around him so that nothing like it will
ever happen again.
Maryn Donald is a wild child; a lass who, as
the only offspring of her widowed father, has been indulged in her
high-spiritedness. So much so, that she takes matters into her own
hands when she sees that the neighboring clan is mistreating their
horses. She impetuously steals them and then, as recompense for her
crime, must wed the powerful, wealthy young laird about whom she's
heard such disturbing rumors: Daniel MacLaurin.
HIGHLAND
VENGEANCE is a steamy adventure romance, but it is also a family saga.
It's the story of how a man overcomes the horror of his past to find
love, connection, and contentment once more.
~Teaser~
* * *
“So where’re my weapons? Maryn
was lying on top of him, her chin on her crossed hands, and her finger
caressing his afternoon stubble.
“I told you, the weapons will
be returned to you for a price.”
Her lower lip protruded in a
pout. “Did I not just pay your price? What more could you possibly want from
me? A traveling minstrel show? Or, is it that I left you unsatisfied?”
Lifting his head a fraction,
Daniel opened one eye and looked at her. She had to know the answer to
that—he’d nearly broken the bed frame in his exuberance—but, clearly she’d
resorted to sarcasm in order to show her irritation. In fact, he could almost
see the steam coming from her ears. He hoped that she never grasped how often
he teased her—for, most of the enjoyment was in his ability to make her blood
boil believing he was in earnest. But, his mind had yet to begin functioning at
full tilt, making it impossible for him to quickly think of another, more
innocuous, “price” for her weapons. Resting his head back on the pillow, he
shut his eye and let out a false sigh of resignation. “Well, I suppose it will
simply have to suffice. Your weapons will be returned to you after our evening
meal.”
“Have to suffice!” she grumbled under her breath. “He likely will
not be satisfied ‘til I’ve learned a few tumbler tricks in the bargain.”
Daniel grinned. The saucy image
of her doing a somersault in the nude running through his mind. He knew she was
on the verge of drawing blood, but could not hold his tongue. “Aye, that ought
to do it.”
* * *
Daniel rubbed the sore spot on
his chest above his left nipple. She’d bitten
him! First she’d screamed loud enough to wake the dead and then she’d opened
her beautiful lips and chomped...hard! He glared at her from the corner of his
eye, watching her busily consuming a large portion of their meal from their
trencher.
She squirmed in her seat and he
grinned.
Ah, yes. He’d meted out the
appropriate revenge for such an abuse—he’d used his skill to overcome her fury
and break her willful behavior. He’d licked her relentlessly, sending her into
one climax after another and each time she’d found release he’d slapped her
luscious little bottom.
* * *
Maryn saw Daniel’s amusement at
her discomfort and decided to ignore him. Although the hard seat of the stool
chafed her tender buttocks, the pleasure she’d received had been well worth it.
Her canal was still engorged from the number of times she’d climaxed, and the
bud of her sex throbbed with sensitivity.
How had he known she would peak
more powerfully if he gave her those swift, lightly stinging blows to her
behind at its crest? She was out of her depth and he knew it, taking full
advantage. She hoped one day she would control the upper hand, but knew it
would probably never be. She took a deep breath and blew it out on a sigh of
resignation. She supposed she must be content that he chose such pleasurable
ways to teach her a lesson. Then realization dawned and she brightened, biting
her lip on her smile before it turned into a wide grin of self-satisfaction.
He’d lost the upper hand as well, in the end. She’d been soaked and limp,
pleading for him to allow her to rest, when he’d surged into her and loudly flooded
her womb with hot, liquid seed.
They’d arrived late for supper.
