I’m excited to announce that the second book in my Highland Talents series, Highland Seer, releases today! I’m hosting a release day party on on Facebook from 10am-8pm CDT. Click on the link to join the fun! There are contests, sneak peeks, and prizes! http://ow.ly/pXI7x
Highland Seer tells the story of Donal MacNabb and Ellie MacKyrie.
Donal MacNabb is loyal to his adopted Lathan clan, yet he resents being a pawn in their treaty negotiations with the struggling MacKyries. The MacKyrie clan needs his skills as an arms master, but its Laird is bartering for more than Donal is prepared to give.
Ellie MacKyrie knows the Lathan treaty will help protect her clan from the neighbor determined to seize her holdings any way he can—including forcing her into marriage. But she has another reason to want the Lathan alliance. She has Seen the stubborn Donal MacNabb reaching for her in her dreams.
While Donal fights to save a clan in trouble, his desire for the MacKyrie Seer wars with his obligation to his Laird. Before she is forced into a marriage that will destroy her clan, Ellie must find the heart behind Donal’s gruff exterior and convince him he is the man of her dreams.
It was a fun book to write because I turned two romance novel cliches on their heads.
- Donal is not a laird — but Ellie is.
- Ellie is a widow, so she’s not a virgin. (Okay, Donal isn’t either. I’ll give you that one.)
Ellie is also her clan’s Seer, but her visions are never clear, including the ones that she believes are showing Donal to her.
Donal had a difficult time accepting the Healer his laird brought home in book 1 of the series, Highland Healer, so he’s not pleased to be facing that situation again. He’s still skeptical, but after his experience with the Healer, he’s better prepared to accept Ellie’s ability as real — once he sees enough proof.
Here’s a peek:
She swallowed and licked her lips. “Ye are the man I need, Donal.”
He didn’t flinch, but his eyes narrowed again.
“Do ye, now? Has yer Sight shown ye this?” Quick as a viper, he uncrossed his arms and grabbed hers, lifting her onto her toes. His lips waited a whisper away from her mouth, taunting her. “Are ye certain that’s all ye need me for, Ellie? Is that why ye came to my chamber?”
Startled, she shoved against his chest. She had as much success as pushing against a fire-warmed granite wall. He didn’t resist, didn’t shake her, merely stood, as if waiting for her to decide what she would do. As if he held all his power leashed, under tight control. His breath on her lips fanned the flames in Ellie’s face. Her heart thudded as his chest muscles flexed beneath her fingers.
“Nay. Aye.” She pushed again with one fist, torn between making him release her and making him listen. “Nay!”
“I’m sorry, lass. I shouldna done that.” He spread his fingers, then clenched them into a fist. “Yer touch…ye make me forget my place.”