Happy
Monday, Happy Medieval Monday! This week’s first kiss is from Cathy MacRae’s
The Highlander’s French Bride. Lost blooms and circumstances pull young lovers
apart but when they reunite the sparks fly. You’re going to love this excerpt.
Enjoy!
Monday, Happy Medieval Monday! This week’s first kiss is from Cathy MacRae’s
The Highlander’s French Bride. Lost blooms and circumstances pull young lovers
apart but when they reunite the sparks fly. You’re going to love this excerpt.
Enjoy!
Excerpt
from The Highlander’s French Bride:
from The Highlander’s French Bride:
“Many where I
am from speak Gaelic, though many also speak English, or a form of it,” he said
casually, his tone easing some of her concern. “Mo chridhe means my
heart. That is what ye are, Melisende. The love of my heart.”
am from speak Gaelic, though many also speak English, or a form of it,” he said
casually, his tone easing some of her concern. “Mo chridhe means my
heart. That is what ye are, Melisende. The love of my heart.”
Her thoughts
were a whirlwind. “I do not know how to respond other than to say you stole my
heart years ago.”
were a whirlwind. “I do not know how to respond other than to say you stole my
heart years ago.”
“Then why the
hesitation?”
hesitation?”
She bit her
lip against a smile. “`Twas not because I did not understand your words, though
it is true I’d not thought about the differences in our languages.” She took a
breath to steel her courage.
lip against a smile. “`Twas not because I did not understand your words, though
it is true I’d not thought about the differences in our languages.” She took a
breath to steel her courage.
“`Twas because of the look on your face—in your
eyes.”
eyes.”
He tilted his
head at her. “What look?”
head at her. “What look?”
“As though
you wished to kiss me,” she whispered, the very depths of her exposed, for
there was no taking the words back. Kinnon rose, pulling her to her feet with
him, and gathered her in his arms.
you wished to kiss me,” she whispered, the very depths of her exposed, for
there was no taking the words back. Kinnon rose, pulling her to her feet with
him, and gathered her in his arms.
“I do.”
His mouth
descended, caressing her lips with gentle pressure that quickly built to an
insistence, flaming a hunger in her she’d never known. She leaned against him,
her breasts aching as they touched his chest. Her lips parted at his urging as
though paired to his, and his tongue mated feverishly with hers.
descended, caressing her lips with gentle pressure that quickly built to an
insistence, flaming a hunger in her she’d never known. She leaned against him,
her breasts aching as they touched his chest. Her lips parted at his urging as
though paired to his, and his tongue mated feverishly with hers.
With the
force of a sudden storm, she was no longer plain Melisende. Every fiber of her
felt beautiful and desired. Her world was nothing more than the roughened
velvet of his lips, the taste of ale on his breath, and the tender confines of
his arms.
force of a sudden storm, she was no longer plain Melisende. Every fiber of her
felt beautiful and desired. Her world was nothing more than the roughened
velvet of his lips, the taste of ale on his breath, and the tender confines of
his arms.
She was
loved.
loved.
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Cover Copy from The Highlander’s French Bride:
Cover Copy from The Highlander’s French Bride:
Heir to a lairdshsip, Kinnon Macrory is
driven to prove himself by fighting the English on the battlefields of France.
His dreams of heroic valor are destroyed by his inability to come to grips with
the atrocities visited on the very people he is sworn to protect, and three
years in a French prison for a crime he did not commit leave Kinnon longing for
the one thing of beauty in his war-torn life—a young woman of great kindness
and wisdom named Melisende
driven to prove himself by fighting the English on the battlefields of France.
His dreams of heroic valor are destroyed by his inability to come to grips with
the atrocities visited on the very people he is sworn to protect, and three
years in a French prison for a crime he did not commit leave Kinnon longing for
the one thing of beauty in his war-torn life—a young woman of great kindness
and wisdom named Melisende
.
Melisende de la Roche struggles to stay
one step ahead of soldiers who would imprison her for helping an injured Scotsman
accused of treason. She finds refuge in her uncle’s shop—until a chance
encounter sends her fleeing into the unknown once again, always haunted by the
beguiling friendship with the troubled young Scotsman she is certain she will
never see again.
one step ahead of soldiers who would imprison her for helping an injured Scotsman
accused of treason. She finds refuge in her uncle’s shop—until a chance
encounter sends her fleeing into the unknown once again, always haunted by the
beguiling friendship with the troubled young Scotsman she is certain she will
never see again.
Determined to find the woman of his
dreams, Kinnon returns to France, only to discover a trail of clues to
Melisende’s whereabouts. Their reunion will open the doors to passion, but
half-truths and lies from the past could destroy the one thing they both are willing
to fight for—each other.
dreams, Kinnon returns to France, only to discover a trail of clues to
Melisende’s whereabouts. Their reunion will open the doors to passion, but
half-truths and lies from the past could destroy the one thing they both are willing
to fight for—each other.
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Oh, sounds wonderful!
Cathy's Highlander's Bride series is great and I'm looking forward to reading this next installment. Congrats, Cathy!
Sounds intriguing–wonderful time period. Thank goodness for historical romance! I'm learning all kinds of history.