I am delighted to present my own book, Hold Fast - newly released by Blushing Books. If you like a Highland fling, this is the book for you. Here's the overview:
Bonnie MacDonald lives on the
wild and beautiful Scottish Isle of Skye. Her life is peaceful enough, apart
from the ever-simmering feud between the McDonalds and the McLeods, who live to
the north of them. But now her father is going to die, and it is not to be a
Highlander's glorious death in battle, but an underhanded assault in the dark
by a traitorous servant. That same treacherous fiend had once come after
Bonnie, but at the last moment she was rescued from violation and murder by the
one man she cannot show gratitude to, the son of her family’s sworn enemy, Rory
Mòr MacLeod.
And yet she falls in love
with her rescuer, and he with her, and there never were two more star-crossed
lovers. Neither family will readily accept a union between them, but Rory does
not give up on making her his own, though Bonnie often misconstrues his
intentions. Matters are further complicated when they discover that Bonnie’s
guardian harbors a secret passion for his beautiful young ward, and soon claims
her for himself.
But everyone’s plans are
foiled when another suitor for her hand kidnaps and whisks Bonnie away to a
lonely house in the north of Skye. Her only chance is to flee her captor and
seek sanctuary in Rory’s castle at Dunvegan. But while Bonnie fights for her own
survival, the battling clansmen bring their families to the brink of war, and
all for the love of the same woman.
Hold Fast is a historical
romantic suspense novel; it is also a sweet romance with no illicit sexual
liaisons. The story is based loosely on real events leading to the Battle of
Coire Na Creiche, also known as the Wars of the One-Eyed Woman, fought on the
Isle of Skye in 1601.
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It wasn't that I disliked Rory Mòr MacLeod. What I felt was more
akin to pure hatred. I watched as the boy my cousins and I had all called the
wee terror of the glen skipped along the banks of the Sound of Sleat as if he
owned them. My stomach turned. My father warned me not to mess with the MacLeod
scum, and I knew his warning was not without cause. Rory was the favorite son
of his father, and the MacLeod clan had been warring with my family forever.
What's more, I had cause of my own, for the spoiled brat liked nothing better
than to tear my skirts and pull at my braids.
He scampered
along, driving an ancient, scrawny cow ahead of him. Rory held his head high,
like a strutting peacock, all the while urging the decrepit beast on from the
lush green pasture located a short distance from the shore. I had no time to
spare for the black-haired, black-fingered, ill-mannered ruffian that he was,
so I turned away, pretending I hadn't seen him, and carried on with my work.
"I see
you, Bonnie MacDonald. 'Tis a fine day, is it not?"
"Aye, it
was, before you came along, Rory Mòr MacLeod."
He paused, a
cocky grin spread across his young face, and he leaned upon his staff and
looked down at me. "Now that's no way for a lass to talk to a Highland
clansman."
"Away
with you, you gormless fool." I looked at the poor beast at his side,
noting the sharp contours of her bony ribs. "I see that your betters have
entrusted you with the pick of the MacLeod crop. It would be better to put that
poor animal out of her misery, would it not? What are you thinking, driving
such a wretched thing this far south and in this heat? 'Tis a wonder she
doesn't die of old age before she makes it home."
He shrugged
and watched as I continued to wash the wool in the sea. I kept my head down,
hoping he would go away, afraid he would set on me as he had so often done
before and make me cry. His silence made me uncomfortable.
Author Bio:
Heather
Hart is a British author who lives with her family in Maryland. She’s a writer
of hot erotic and romantic fiction – an eclectic mix of innocence and dirt in a
hyperactive imagination.
When she’s not frantically scribbling
away she’s a cat worshipper and curry fanatic. If you like what she writes,
please feel free to drop her a line at authorheatherhart@gmail[dot]com.
Enjoy me, and if you do - please be kind and leave a review where you bought me! It helps, it really does :)
All the best,
All the best,
Heather
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