My Highland Bride
Highland Hearts #2
Maeve Greyson
Releasing Aug 25th, 2015
Loveswept
Perfect
for fans of the Highlander novels of Karen Marie Moning and Janet Chapman,
Southern sass meets Highland heat in Maeve Greyson’s scintillating new Highland
Hearts romance.
With
bedroom eyes and racetrack curves, Kenna Sinclair seems like just another
pretty Kentucky girl. But she can also read minds, erase memories, and jump
through time—a skill set that comes in handy when her matchmaking granny sends
her back to thirteenth-century Scotland on the pretext of visiting her older
sister. When she encounters the clan’s womanizing man-at-arms, Kenna instantly
knows the gorgeous Highlander has only one thing on his mind. She vows to steer
clear of him, but after a single electrifying touch, she finds that playing
hard to get won’t be quite so easy. . . .
Bewitched
by the first lass who could ever resist him, Colum Garrison will do anything to
prove his devotion, even ask for Kenna’s hand in marriage—and swear off his
chosen form of recreation until their wedding night. It’s a burden for a man of
his thunderous appetite, but the sinful temptation is not his alone: Colum’s
fetching bride-to-be is practically trembling with anticipation for a moment
that can’t come soon enough. When she’s willing, Colum will be ready and
waiting—with a love that lasts a lifetime.
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Excerpt:
Kentucky—Twenty-first Century
The
fire popped and crackled in the cast-iron stove, but Granny’s voice came
through the red-hot coals loud and clear. “It’s time, Kenna—time for you to
join us here in the thirteenth century.”
Kenna
balanced the bowl of popcorn on the arm of the couch and leaned toward the open
grating of the stove. The handful of popcorn she’d just shoved in her mouth at
the exact moment of Granny’s announcement threatened to strangle her. Kenna
coughed, swallowed hard, and thumped her fist against her chest.
“Come
again, Granny?” She wheezed in a deep breath, then hurriedly gulped down a sip
of iced tea to wash away the knot of popcorn lodged in her throat. “You want
all of us to join you and Trulie? Permanently?” Please say it’s just time for a
short visit. I’d love to see you and Trulie . . . for a short visit.
“No.
Not all of you. Just you. It’s time you came back and grabbed hold of your
destiny.” Granny paused. The only sound coming from the woodstove was the
lively crackling of the fire. Granny’s firm tone silenced the sound of the
flames as she continued, “The twins will be staying in the twenty-first century
for a bit longer.”
Kenna
unfolded from her cross-legged position on the couch. What if she didn’t want
to grab her destiny in thirteenth-century Scotland? What
if she liked it right here in twenty-first-century Kentucky just fine? Yes,
seeing Granny and Trulie would be wonderful, but there was just too much going
on here to leave right now. Life was finally starting to settle down and run
smoothly. It was kind of nice living like normal people for a
change—or as close to normal as a girl born to a long line of women able to
jump back and forth across time ever got.
“The
twins are graduating this month. Tell Trulie the terrible twosome turned into a
pair of intelligent eighteen-year-old beauties,” Kenna said, hoping that if she
changed the subject Granny might back off a bit. But that was another thing.
Even though her baby sisters were eighteen years old, how could Granny suggest
leaving them alone to fend for themselves? Granted, Mairi and Lilia were mature
for their age, but they still weren’t ready to get booted from the nest and fly
solo.
Kenna
scooted to the edge of the couch and propped her elbows on her knees. She had
to buy them all some time. “Lilia’s creating her own line of natural cosmetics
for the shop. She’s already got every teenage girl in town clamoring for the
lip gloss she developed.”
The
flames lengthened and danced faster across the chunks of wood. The coals fanned
a hotter orange-red as Granny’s tone took on a decided edge. “Tell the girls
I’m very proud of them and it’ll be their time to join us soon. I’m sending an
old friend to look after them, since you’re coming to join us now. Eliza will
help them sort through whatever they might need until their time to come back
to us arrives. They have a bit longer to hone their skills in the twenty-first
century before I call them back to the past.”
So
the twins got to enjoy more time with indoor plumbing, Internet, and take-out
pizza but she didn’t? Why did she have to leave now? “But Granny, I need—”
“Enough,
Kenna. You knew this time was coming, and you know better than to argue with me
once I’ve made up my mind.”
Kenna
blew out a huffing breath. Isn’t that the freakin’ truth.
Arguing with Granny was a lot like arguing with the weather. Both did as they
damn well pleased no matter what anyone said. But maybe she could at least get
away with bargaining for a little reprieve.
“Just
give me a month.” Kenna held her index finger up closer to the fire. She
couldn’t see Granny, so she didn’t think her elder had opened the fire portal
enough to create a viewing window, but you never knew for sure with Granny.
“Give me one solid month to get everything ready before I jump back.” Surely
Granny would grant her some time to get things settled . . . and maybe in that
time, if she thought about it really hard, she could figure out an excuse
Granny wouldn’t be able to deny that would allow her to stay comfortably
ensconced in modern times for a few more years—at least.
“One
week.”
“A
week?” Kenna scooted off the couch and knelt in front of the woodstove. “I
can’t be ready to jump the web in just a week. That’s impossible.”
“Make
it possible, Kenna. One week is all you get.”
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No one has the power to shatter your
dreams unless you give it to them. That’s been Maeve Greyson’s mantra since she
was a girl. When she’s not at the full time day job at the steel mill, Maeve’s
writing romances about sexy Highlanders and the women who tame them. Tucked
away in a five acre wood, Maeve listens to the wind singing through the trees
and hears her characters telling their stories. Her work is proofed by her
sharp-eyed dog, Jasper, and her greatest supporter is her long suffering
husband of over thirty-five years who’s learned not to throw away any odd
sticky notes filled with strange phrases.
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