Now that’s The Scot…not A Scot, okay, before I get in a rammy with my younger daughter here. We don’t want her answer causing stushies over here. We want to keep friendly with the populace in general. Those of whom it might NOT be said…
. This post could have been called not crying wolf with regard to the cover…leave my arm alone, I honestly can’t tell you a thing about it. But certain ladies shamelessly asked me on Facebook to show them Callm’s knees, his shoulders….his anything. Any disbelievers re the fact the man carries the book in romance, should er…pay heed to these galz, who even as I type are patiently waiting by their Ipads.
Why is he hot? Well, let’s just look at a little extract from chapter one where Kara makes a calamitous mistake in terms of who she thinks she’s met and is addressing. But I think we can understand why she might want to think that when we see the real Lord Ewen. Er…Noelle Clark gave him the manky paws… But I mean…come on THIS……………………….
do we blame her for wanting to believe…..?
“Now,” Lord Ewen canted his jaw, “how about you put your hand where everyone here can see it?”
Before she could open her mouth to protest, he leaned closer. Her throat dried. His thigh was a very handy option, wasn’t it? Though she strove to stop them, she widened her eyes. Drunk or not, debaucher or not, Lord Ewen reeked sexuality like a dangerous perfume.
Some people did. They just did. That was bad enough.
This sexual charge, this current, was worse. Because it demanded a response in kind. Under normal circumstances that would be the worst of it, not just worse.
But the worst, worst, was the honed, hardened edge and the sweet, sinful breath that said he knew her type. Perfectly. And said he knew why she was here, trying to get into Lochalpin. Said he wanted to tell her she was good. To tie her hands, but couldn’t because he was having to hold off. Really, really hold off.
And she still, still couldn’t quite take her eyes off his thigh. How could she? When Arland was at stake and the man was a dangerous snake. Even down to Arland appearing on his shoulder. What was Arland even doing there?
“Sir, I must pro—”
“Which part of ‘Put your hand where I can see it now’ are you unfamiliar with?”
Hell-cat was another word like slut. Expressing her fury was the last thing she should do here, but he had her so she could not think for the rage that swamped. And not just rage. For five years she had been dead inside. Her soul a calcified shell, it had taken her less than five seconds to sell ten short hours ago. Her body colder than the icy blanket of snow obscuring the trees and bushes around her. And what had it taken for her breath to rush through her nostrils like this? Her heart to hammer?
She snatched her hand from inside her cloak. “Satisfied?” Well, it wouldn’t rush. She would be nice.
He edged so his breath brushed her cheek. “Is this how you think you can waltz in here, Princess? Hmm? By bedazzling us with your”—he lowered his gaze—“breathtaking smile?”
“Oh, not at all, my lord.” Being nice was an exercise in restraint such as she had seldom experienced. Calm too when his gaze and voice washed over her with such deliberate sexual intent, she began to wish she’d kept the cloak shut. But if she did not speak, did not stand her ground here, that would be worse. “Actually, I thought my credentials would be sufficient.”
To save her son, there is nothing she won’t do. To save his people, neither will he. Dire circumstances force Kara McGurkie to forget she’s a woman. Dire circumstances force her to swear to love and honor, to help destroy a clan in order to get back the life she lost. But when dire circumstances force her to seduce her fiancé’s brother on the eve of the wedding, will the dark secrets she holds and the things she wants most, be enough to save her and them, from his powerful allure, especially when she knows he may just be playing with her.
Callm McDunnagh, the Black Wolf of Lochalpin, ruthlessly guards heart and glen from dangerous intruders. But from the moment he first sees Kara he knows he must possess her, even though he also knows that surrendering to his desire may prove the most dangerous risk of all.
Now no problem becomes big problem as passion and desire rage out of control. Kara must look into the soul she thought she sold to make a choice. But can she look deep enough? Only she can decide who and what passion can save, or destroy, how when and who will finally learn the truth of the words… Till death do us part.