To Avenge her Highland Warrior from Samantha Holt, #historical #romance and necklace #giveaway to enter

Lorna lost everything to war. Her home, her wealth... her lover. And now she wants revenge.

When her hasty plan throws her at the mercy of her enemy’s men, she holds little hope of returning to her kin and fears death is around the corner. But could her salvation lie in the arms of her dark captor?

Logan has little time to be dealing with a stubborn noble woman. His orders are to prepare for war. His laird—the man he owes his life to—intends to join forces with the Norse and bring a battle to Scotland that will see the fate of the country forever changed. Scarred, and with no memory of his past, Logan is determined to forge a new future for himself as well as prove his loyalty to the laird.

But the beautiful lass has him questioning his previous life and his goals. When she starts claiming he once loved her, he knows he’s being manipulated and she’s taking advantage of his memory loss. So why is it so hard to resist the idea of having once been her lover?

With the threat of impending war—a battle that promises to bring slaughter to her family—can Lorna persuade Logan to believe her, and is the bitter man he’s become even worth saving?

Whatever the outcome of the battle, a certain interfering faery is resolved to see fate back on its correct path. And that means forcing Lorna and Logan together—no matter their differences.

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EXCERPT

Logan clenched his jaw and the roar of the storm sounded closer. He had to leave yet his feet refused to move. Why stay? Why torture himself further? His heart pounded against his chest. In the next flash, he was close once more. Within touching distance. He saw her features more clearly now. The distress in her eyes, the golden strands of hair curling around her pointed chin. The fan of her lashes lowered and lifted in one slow sweep until her gaze locked onto his. 

“Logan,” she whispered, voice tremulous, but he did not know if that was a plea for him to leave or come closer.

 “Logan,” she tried again.

The shaky quality of her voice pulled at his gut. His gaze traced the curl that flowed over one shoulder and down, caressing her gentle curves like a lover—like he once had apparently. His palms tingled with the need to feel the soft give of her flesh beneath him.

The next flash highlighted her trembling form. The fragile hollow of her neck fluttered with her pulse and his mouth grew dry with the need to press his lips to it. 

Damn her. Like a siren, she lured him in.

He almost backed away. How long they had been standing like that he knew not. It may have been moments—a mere few flashes of lightening—but the thickening of the air between them seemed to slow time.

The tremble of her lips gripped his heart, squeezed it hard and painfully. An aggravating need to take care of her ate into him, softened him to her.

Logan closed the gap. The next rumble lined up with him gripping her upper arms and pushing her back against the wall. She gasped, the sound clear to him even as the skies crashed about them. Hot anger mingled with need. It burned through him and set his nerve endings alight. How dare she have such a hold over him, how dare she make him want her?

 Soft, delicate breasts pressed against him. Slim thighs quaked against his. With a hiss of breath, he lowered his mouth to hers as she stared up at him. Before his lips met hers, her eyes flashed with a plea, but was she begging him to kiss her or leave her be? He couldn’t decide what he wanted either, but she left him with little choice.

The first touch made him wonder if he had not indeed been struck by lightning. Frissons shot through him, curled into his blood and fired his fury and lust. Lorna released a tiny sound and he pressed his lips hard to hers this time. She whimpered. Her lips felt hot beneath his. Her taste threatened to drown him.

Satisfaction settled in his gut when she arched into him. He kept hold of her arms, allowing little movement but that up thrust of breasts and hips into him made him hiss and press harder. He coaxed her lips apart, and she gasped when he invaded the heated recesses of her mouth. Logan kissed her deeply, with little apology. He needed this, needed her. 

AUTHOR BIO

Samantha lives in a small village in England with her gorgeous twin girls and husband who is a trained bodyguard and ex-soldier. She enjoys writing historical romance involving chivalrous knights, hot highlanders and cravatted men, but sometimes gets lured away by bad boy bikers, soldiers and other heroic modern men.

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Welcoming Kharisma Rhayne to the blog on her tour with her new book Highlander Mine

It's great to be visiting with my new release Highlander Mine.

Here’s an excerpt from Episode 4 – you’re seeing it here first.

I hope you’ll join me…along with Breandan, Auralee and their friends on their journey.

Season 1 - Episode 4

Breandon and Auralee should have had time to get to know one another, but Breandan's still hell bent on avoiding what Angus and Niall believe to be his fate. When a betrothal is announced, it won't go without consequence.

Excerpt:

                Day turned into weeks and weeks into months. Auralee fell into a routine. It became boring as the weather got worse. She was unable to really be outside. It was freezing. There was plenty of snow and the loch had frozen over.

                Breandan continued to act as though she didn’t exist. He’d walk her to her room each night, simply to keep anyone else from doing it, kiss her hand and bid her sleep well.

                Michealmas was upon them in no time at all and she looked forward to her first celebration. She knew it was different from her traditional Christmas and could barely wait. Niall and Angus were thrilled at her childlike enthusiasm and egged it on.

                Auralee couldn’t believe she’d been in Scotland for almost a year. Samhain was again right around the corner and it would mark her one year anniversary in the past. She was surprised there wasn’t much she missed from her old life. Sure, a razor would be nice, not a knife used as one, a real razor with aloe on it for smooth skin. And going places in carts pulled by horses was rather bumpy as well.

                “Auralee?” A knock on the door and Niall’s voice came strong through it.

                “I’m in here, open the door. It’s not locked.” Auralee was learning to love her time with the man. She imagined he must have been wonderful to his wife. He was looking tired, though.

                ‘Auralee, it’s long pass the time you and Breandan should be together. We’ve been patient and tried to allow things to ease themselves to where they need to be. But, he’s not making any moves and he’s going to kill himself with all the months of extra training just to avoid you. It’s time for you to make your move, lass.” Niall sat in the chair he had pulled from the fire.

                “I…me? What would I do? He’s made it clear he wants nothing to do with me. He avoids me.” Auralee wrung her hands in her skirts.

                “Seduce him, lass. You know how. I saw the clothing you wore when you arrived. I’ve sent a messenger to the mender and she’ll be here in a few hours to make a few nighttime items for you.” Niall’s eyes twinkled mischievously. “Only night clothing and take her advice my dear. She’s been told to make you the bridal bedding wear as well as something that may seduce my son to lose his wits and bed you before marrying you. Then his honor will demand he asks for your hand.”

                “You want me to trap him?” Auralee couldn’t believe her ears.

                “I’d not call it trap, but you may use any words that you prefer. Yes. Trap. That’s exactly what you must do. I want you married in the next couple of months and with child long before the next Michealmas. I want to retire as Laird and I cannot pass it to Breandan until he is wed. Will ye do it for me, lass?”

                Niall’s looked so hopeful. Auralee really hated to disappoint him. “Your son is three times my size. I won’t be able to get him to do anything he doesn’t want to do. I’d love to help you, as it’s the reason I’m told I was sent here, but I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do but wait for him to want to speak to me. He’s no desire for marriage, children, or love.”

                “He just doesn’t know he wants it. I guess we’ll have to come up with something else then. Keep your appointment for your fittings. You’ll still be in need of them.” Niall walked out and left Auralee thinking of how different things could be if Breandan were capable of love.

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