Highland Burn
Will
Love’s Flame Quench the Dragon’s Fire? …The
past never stays in the past, it rears its ugly head eventually. James the
Black Douglas knows this all too well. With a past that has left him vengeful
and his dragon blood thirsty, his reputation as a ruthless warrior haunts his enemies
in their sleep. As his allegiance stands with Robert Bruce, the King of
Scotland, he must now repay a debt to the king and agrees to marry his
daughter, Abigale Bruce. The problem is he doesn’t want a wife. When flames
start to burn out of control between him and the auburn-haired lass, he must
decide to either kindle the flames of passion or shelter her from the truth and
set her free.
It’s
What Shines in the Dark That Brings Forth Your True Light…
What Shines in the Dark That Brings Forth Your True Light…
Determined
to keep his daughter safe and out of the hands of the English, Robert hides
Abigale behind the safe walls of a nunnery. After eight long years of living
her life in seclusion, Abigale is finally set free. But her new found freedom
comes to an abrupt halt when she learns of her betrothal to the infamous Bogeyman – James the Black Douglas. She
soon finds herself falling in love with the uncontainable and haunted man. Is
her love enough to soften his hardened heart?
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to keep his daughter safe and out of the hands of the English, Robert hides
Abigale behind the safe walls of a nunnery. After eight long years of living
her life in seclusion, Abigale is finally set free. But her new found freedom
comes to an abrupt halt when she learns of her betrothal to the infamous Bogeyman – James the Black Douglas. She
soon finds herself falling in love with the uncontainable and haunted man. Is
her love enough to soften his hardened heart?
***
To find out more about Victoria Zak and her books check out her blog
Excerpt: Highland Burn
The
Loch
Loch
Late
summer of 1314
summer of 1314
Medieval
Scotland
Scotland
The unsettled nature of Scotland had
left Abigale hardened. She’d seen firsthand the aftermath of battles fought;
mended wounds, prayed over dead bodies, and even buried the dead. The nunnery
where she grew up would set up tents to aid those wounded in battle. Abigale
would assist in surgery and her passion grew for healing the sick and mending
wounds. Life was to be valued, not destroyed.
left Abigale hardened. She’d seen firsthand the aftermath of battles fought;
mended wounds, prayed over dead bodies, and even buried the dead. The nunnery
where she grew up would set up tents to aid those wounded in battle. Abigale
would assist in surgery and her passion grew for healing the sick and mending
wounds. Life was to be valued, not destroyed.
In a way she blamed Lady Scotland for
her misfortunes. Her father’s growing need to fight for Scotland had caused her
to stay hidden, conceal her true identity, and grow up without a family. Her
whole family had been affected by the battles fought for Scotland and the greed
of claiming the crown. Though it was true she had long forgiven the Lady; she
could not forget.
her misfortunes. Her father’s growing need to fight for Scotland had caused her
to stay hidden, conceal her true identity, and grow up without a family. Her
whole family had been affected by the battles fought for Scotland and the greed
of claiming the crown. Though it was true she had long forgiven the Lady; she
could not forget.
The Highlander seemed far away in
thought, because he took a while to answer. “Some would say I’m a Highlander.”
He approached Abigale. “May I?” The beautiful stranger reached for a piece of
hair that was stuck to her face and tucked it behind her ear. He brushed a
callused finger down her cheek to her slender neck leaving a fiery path
trailing behind.
thought, because he took a while to answer. “Some would say I’m a Highlander.”
He approached Abigale. “May I?” The beautiful stranger reached for a piece of
hair that was stuck to her face and tucked it behind her ear. He brushed a
callused finger down her cheek to her slender neck leaving a fiery path
trailing behind.
He held her stare and captivated her
to the point that she could not form a coherent thought. Her body was no longer
hers to control, her heart dropped, and desire pooled in her core setting her
body on fire. This Highlander was so close to her she could feel his breath on
her skin, she could smell his masculine scent and soon she wanted to taste his
lips.
***
Next Medieval Monday my featured author is Carmen Stefanescu with her latest release.
to the point that she could not form a coherent thought. Her body was no longer
hers to control, her heart dropped, and desire pooled in her core setting her
body on fire. This Highlander was so close to her she could feel his breath on
her skin, she could smell his masculine scent and soon she wanted to taste his
lips.
***
Next Medieval Monday my featured author is Carmen Stefanescu with her latest release.
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