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Tuesday, 19 August 2014
Wrath Of The Highlander, Guest Post and Giveaway
Thank you so much for welcoming me back to your beautiful blog, Lyn! It’s always such a pleasure to be here. Today I’m celebrating the release of Wrath of the Highlander, book three of five in my MacLomain Next Generation series. An ongoing saga that takes place during wartime, this particular series pairs women from the twenty-first century with men from medieval Scotland. As such I thought it might be fun to share some dialogue between various characters that remind the reader how our way of speaking can be confusing to those from the distant past…
A scene from when Cadence first arrives in medieval Scotland.
“Why are you here to save me?”
“I dinnae think I am,” he said.
“Tell me how you really feel,” she muttered to herself.
“I did, lass.” Malcolm frowned at her. “Are your ears full of water?”
Cadence rolled her eyes. “No, sorry, it’s an expression.”
His brows lowered.
“A bit of sarcasm. Again, sorry.” She nodded toward the ocean. “I’m thankful you saved me from that. I just didn’t expect it to be you.”
A scene when a wolf is being named.
In response, the wolf raised his head and perked his ears.
“I think he likes that,” Cadence said, still smiling.
“Mayhap, if he proves himself, I’ll give him a warrior’s name in time.”
“No way. Kynan’s a good, strong name.” She ran her fingers through her hair. “Besides, it’s not cool to rename an animal. It only confuses them.”
“Cool? ‘Tis a wolf, lass. Made for this weather. I dinnae think the temperature—”
“It’s a twenty-first century expression,” she cut him off, “It means great.” She chuckled. “Let’s tackle this later. I’ll teach you some of my words and you can teach me some Gaelic. Deal?”
A scene in which they’re chatting about the wolf’s origins.
“I know there’s a feel of Fionn Mac Cumhail about him.” He stared into the forest. “A gift from a god but not a god at all.”
Cadence looked between Malcolm and Adlin. “What do you mean?”
The arch wizard cocked a brow and only offered a crooked grin. “‘Tis not for me to say.”
“But you did just say it,” Leslie remarked. “And now opened a can of worms.”
“He doesnae speak of worms, lass,” Bradon enlightened. “But of a wolf.”
Leslie shook her head, smirking at Bradon. “Let me rephrase. He brought up a subject that won’t be put to rest until he reveals the rest of what he knows.”
Wrath of the Highlander
The MacLomain Series
Genre: Time Travel Fantasy Romance
Date of Publication: July 9, 2014
Number of pages: 254
Word Count: 76,500
Cover Artist: Tamra Westberry
Bookstore owner and ghostwriter, Cadence wants nothing more than to be part of the unending draw between her Broun heritage and the medieval MacLomain clan. When an unexpected Claddagh ring appears on her finger, the distant past soon becomes her future. Though sure she was brought back in time for another man, the laird’s cousin soon draws her eye, then her every thought.
Recently widowed by a traitorous wife, Malcolm MacLomain has no use for love. Merciless, he swears revenge on his enemies and embarks for war. When courageous and persevering, Cadence becomes part of his endeavor his broken heart starts to mend. Caught in an unexpected journey of forgiveness and discovery, two worlds collide and heal despite the, Wrath of the Highlander.
Available Now- Mark of the Highlander (Book 1), Vow of the Highlander (Book 2) and Wrath of the Highlander (Book 3). Coming Soon- Faith of the Highlander (Book 4) and the final in the series, Plight of the Highlander (Book 5).
“Have you found your mystery man yet, lass?” he said, so low she would feel the rumble of his inquisition through the thin material of her silky, smooth dress.
Her lips trembled, eyes wide, but she gave no answer.
Oh, but to close his lips over hers.
“No,” Cadence finally murmured, her eyes still locked on his. “But I will find him.”
When she licked her lips, his eyes drifted down. Wide and full, they were created for pure sin. He could only imagine them running down his body. Damnation, he needed her closer.
Though he wouldn’t kiss her, he’d sure as hell dance with her.
Ignoring her assurance that she was meant for another man, Malcolm pulled her into the dancing crowd. It didn’t matter if the music was merry. He wasn’t in the mood for speed. Besides, he was viciously aroused. She’d feel his need while she tried to keep focus on the man she so eagerly sought.
“Goddess above, what are you doing to me,” she whispered, voice strangled.
Arms wrapped around her lower back, he brought his mouth against her ear. “‘Twill be no goddess giving you answers, only me.” He tightened his hold. “Do you feel me then, lass?”
“How could I not?” she gasped. Hands clamped on his upper arms, she turned her face into his chest and mumbled, “You show ill respect to a man you have not met.”
“I dinnae respect a man until he earns it.” Malcolm closed his eyes and breathed in the sweet scent of her hair.
As each individual note trilled from the bagpipe, she melted against him more thoroughly than the icy snowflakes speckling his heated skin. Fire and drink might warm the crowd but where they stood his breath hit the air in foggy puffs. Always a fan of the cold, but an even bigger fan of a bonnie wee lass against him, he cupped one hand around the back of her neck.
Her heart thundered against his.
Her body shuddered.
“Easy, lass,” he whispered. “I willnae take what you’re unwilling to give.”
“Yet you hold me prisoner,” she murmured.
“Nay, we but dance.”
Her words were so soft he barely heard them.
Jaw grinding, he held her securely while pressing tighter against her.
“No,” she whispered. Then she pulled back, her voice stronger as her eyes met his. “No.”
“Aye, lass.” But he loosened his hold and gave her one more word before he let her go. “Soon.”
About the Author:
Sky Purington is the best-selling author of eleven novels and several novellas. A New Englander born and bred, Sky was raised hearing stories of folklore, myth and legend. When combined with a love for nature, romance and time-travel, elements from the stories of her youth found release in her books.
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