To celebrate the recent release of my new light paranormal romance, Somewhere My Lass, I’m giving away a digital download to some lucky reader chosen from among those who leave me a comment. If you haven’t read the first book in my series, Somewhere My Love, mention that and I might just add that one to the pot.
Blurb: Neil MacKenzie’s well ordered life turns to chaos when Mora Campbell shows up claiming he’s her fiance from 1602 Scotland. Her avowal that she was chased to the future by clan chieftain, Red MacDonald, is utter nonsense, and Neil must convince her that she is just addled from a blow to her head–or so he believes until the MacDonald himself shows up wanting blood.
Mora knows the Neil of the future is truly her beloved Niall who disappeared from the past. Although her kinsmen believe he’s dead, and she is now destined to marry Niall’s brother, she’s convinced that if she and Neil return to the past, all will be right. The only problem is how to get back to 1602 before it’s too late.
The balance of the present and future are in peril if she marries another, and the Neil of the present will cease to exist. An ancient relic and a few good friends in the future help pave the way back to the past, but will Mora and Neil be too late to save a love that began centuries before?
Neil slid his fingers up over Mora’s cheek, like down beneath his hand and shimmering with the talc Wrenie had dusted over her smooth skin. He breathed in the honeyed scent of summer effusing her, so unlikely on this cold fall night.
Mora moved not at all, but looked wonderingly at him.
Neil wondered at himself.
Copper glints shone in the hair streaming over her. Lifting his hand to her red mane, he trailed his fingers through the silken sheen. Again, that quiver made itself known, and tiny goosebumps flushed down her neck.
“You are a beauty,” his words a hoarse whisper.
The rise and fall of her chest betrayed a deep inhalation of breath. A flicker of reproach lit her eyes. “I dinna think ye took heed of me at all.”
He winced at the well-deserved jab. “About before, I’m sorry I left you so suddenly. But there’s no earthly way I could fail to notice you. I’d have to be deaf, dumb, and blind and even then…”
He remained as he was, threading that wealth of hair through his fingers. Again, the rational part of him argued, “Is it possible you’re imagining you knew me before?”
She balked, a mutinous glint in her eyes. “Nae.”
He slid his hand to the finely crafted silver chain at her throat and coaxed the coverlets further down.
A slight gasp escaped her lips. He muted any outward response to the thrill running through him.
The scooped neckline of her nightgown revealed the tops of white breasts sprinkled with freckles. Above this heart-hammering sight hung the crucifix.
“I gave this to you?” he managed to ask without betraying the swell of emotion surging inside him.
“At our betrothal.”
I wrote quite a lot of Somewhere My Lass to the amazing soundtrack from Prince Caspian. I particularly love the opening song.