Forever Hold My Heart MediaKit
ISBN: 978-1-7335907-1-6
The
past keeps Caibre and Aisla apart. Only Love and forgiveness can give them a
future.
Losing Caibre MacFearann’s love once hurt so much that Aisla MacKai wants nothing to do with him when a blizzard brings the man to her doorstep. Kindness and human charity require that she give him shelter, no matter that her poor heart had never mended.
The last thing Caibre MacFearann wants is to return to Scotland let alone be forced to stay there. But the chance to rekindle the lost love of his youth is too tempting to resist. However, Aisla MacKai refuses to listen until her clan’s fate and a royal decree force Aisla to give him a chance.
The last thing Caibre MacFearann wants is to return to Scotland let alone be forced to stay there. But the chance to rekindle the lost love of his youth is too tempting to resist. However, Aisla MacKai refuses to listen until her clan’s fate and a royal decree force Aisla to give him a chance.
Heat Rating: PG, PG-13/R
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Excerpt
She tasted like the dawn of a Wyoming summer
day, a crisp freshness that filled his head and body with joy combined with a
dark smokiness that squeezed his heart at the same time it wrapped him in the
comfort of knowing he’d found his true home.
He gathered her in his arms and lifted her
against his chest. One hand cradled her head, stroking her silken midnight
tresses as he swept kisses across her face and nibbled at her neck. His other
hand cupped her bottom, supporting her and torturing himself in the best
possible way. His palm burned, yearning for the touch of skin and her soft
woman’s body.
Her arms crept up his chest. Her fingers
tangled in his hair and, she pulled his head back to her lips. Her sweet,
smoky, tender lips. He could drown there and die happy. But his body insisted
he go on living, give and take as much pleasure as possible. Where could they .
. . ?
“Harumph.”
Caibre dropped Aisla to the floor but kept a
steadying hold on her. He turned in a single movement to place her protectively
behind him. Mrs. Grogan stood framed in the doorway, the cart before her loaded
with tea things, the whisky decanter, and a single glass.
“I’ll be telling the Baron what I’ve seen.
Ye’ve ruined Miss Aisla, and ye’ll pay the price.” The housekeeper craned her
neck to look past him. “Both of ye. For shame Miss Aisla, and with a filthy MacFearann.” The
old woman pushed the cart into the room, moved back from it, and folded her
arms. “I’ll no be leaving her alone with the likes of ye.”
Aisla stepped out from behind him. “Mrs.
Grogan, please. It’s not what you think”
Caibre repressed a smile at the sight of her
mussed hair and kiss-swollen lips. No one would believe her.
“Hmpf.” The housekeeper gave him a look full
of menace. He’d seen kinder gazes in the eyes of gunmen determined to kill him.
“You’ve no need to tell the baron anything,
Mrs. Grogan,” Caibre said. “I’ll be speaking with him myself at the first
opportunity.” He’d not been looking for a wife, and given their past, Aisla
might not be the best choice. Honor required they marry; nothing else mattered.
He’d do his best to make her happy whether they loved each other or not.
“See that you do.”
Aisla pulled on his arm, and he turned to
her. “You’ll not talk to Steafan. Nor will you, Mrs. Grogan. I will take care
of this as I have everything at Dungarob for years.”
Her tone was fierce, but Caibre could see
wild panic in her eyes. He wished he could soothe her anxiety but could do
nothing until he spoke with Steafan MacKai. “Don’t worry.” He reached out to
stroke her hair. “I’ll make everything right.”
“There is nothing to be made right.” She
squared her shoulders, banking the panic he’d seen.
The Hero
Caibre
MacFearann left love and Scotland to seek his fortune in Wyoming Territory and
never looked back. He rejects nobles
oblige and ancient bloodlines, until family commitments call him to
Scotland and a legendary sword returns him to his love.
The Heroine
Fiercely
independent since her first breath, Aisla MacKai, is no pampered, English
society miss. She learns quickly and works against all odds to save her clan. She
is bold as the seas that surround her home and as determined as the rocks that
stand fast against all invaders.
What a nice post thank you for sharing Beth. We appreciate it.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much, Beth. I love sharing with new readers. Hope to see you over at the RAVON blog soon.
ReplyDeleteI love a strong heroine like Aisla.
ReplyDeleteShe's one of my favorites, Tamara.
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