Sheona MacLeod has a gift.Connected to the spirit world, Sheona engages with souls long departed. Caught in the middle of the most vicious battle she has ever witnessed, she is captured by her bitter enemy. Armed with only her gift, can she escape his clutches and return to the safety of her clan?Malcolm MacDonald seeks change.Exhausted from the centuries old feud between his clan, the MacDonalds, and the MacLeods, Malcolm sees no future for any of them. His enemy’s intoxicating daughter stirs a need for peace within him that drives him to risk everything—except her.Together, they can change destiny—if they dare.At the climax of one of the bloodiest feuds in clan history, Malcolm and Sheona forge a powerful bond strong enough to break the shackles of prejudice and hatred.
Kate Robbins writes historical romance novels out of pure escapism and a love for all things Scottish, not to mention a life-long enjoyment of reading romance. Kate loves the research process and delving into secondary sources in order to blend authentic historical fact into her stories. She has travelled to
and visited the sites described in her Highland Chiefs series. Her Highland
Chiefs series is set in the early fifteenth century during the reign of
James Stewart, first of his name. Kate is the pen name of Debbie Robbins who lives in
man-beast and two man-cubs. St. John's, Newfoundland,
Tell my fans a little bit about yourself and your books.
I write Scottish historical romance novels set primarily in the 15th century, though the novella I wrote for the Scrolls of Cridhe bundle, Spirit Stones, is set during the early 17th century. I find the research fascinating and love stumbling across a piece of history that sparks a fresh story.
I have three books written in my Highland Chiefs series, Bound to the Highlander, Promised to the Highlander, and about to be released, Enemy of the Highlander.
How would you introduce your books to someone that has yet to read them?
My books are politically driven, but with the love story as the central focus. I enjoy creating stories that show the tangly political web of
at various points throughout history.
What do you enjoy doing when you’re not writing?
I’m an avid reader and I enjoy walking. Both help clear my head.
What advice would you give to an aspiring author?
I would tell them to think about their author brand and start building an online presence on social media and connecting with other authors and potential readers as early as possible.
What’s your favorite scene/line from your works?
I really like the prologue, The Boy and the Boarhound, in my second book, Promised to the Highlander. I happened across an old legend about a young MacKay warrior who had to prove his worth and rewrote it to suit the story and the hero in my book.
What are you currently working on?
I am currently working on a novella about secondary characters from my first book, Bound to the Highlander. Calum and Gwen have a fun, but romantic, story to tell.
Do you listen to music while you write?
I have a ‘relaxation’ playlist I listen to when I write. The track I play the most is 90 minutes of heavy rain. Puts me in the zone every time.
What's been your favorite moment as an author?
The first time I had a reader I had never met, contact me, praising my book. I think that was when it really hit me that my story really was out there for the world to enjoy.
Out of all of your characters, who is your favorite?
Out of all of your characters, who is your favorite?
Oh that’s easy. Fergus MacKay from Promised to the Highlander. He is the ultimate alpha male hero and I have been smitten with him since the first time I typed his name. He’s flawed in all the right ways, but as loyal and true and the day is long. It also helps that he’s totally hot!
What do you want readers to take away from your books?
I want them to just come along for the ride, laugh a little, smile a little, and enjoy the time they spend in my fictional world.
You’re stranded on a desert island. What books do you take with you?
The Count of Monte Cristo, Pride and Prejudice, Life of Pi, and A Gentle Feuding
Where do you see yourself in five years?
Queen of the world
If someone wrote a biography about you, what do you think the title should be?
Has Anyone Seen My Keys? Or How to Trip in One’s Own Feet
Where can fans find you?
They can’t whilst I’m wearing my invisibility cape. ;-) Ahem, linky poos below.
She tugged at her hair, her fingers moving furiously to hide her braid. Tucking it beneath her cloak, she left the cottage where the brush had grown over the old doorway in back. Her eyes burned from the smoke. Screams filled the air. Sheona pushed gnarled branches away with trembling hands until she found the stone wall, stopping to catch her breath and quell the fire in her chest.
They had attacked hard and fast this time, leaving no chance for the poor souls imprisoned in the fiery tombs they once called homes. Swords clanged and men shouted. No one appeared to notice her creeping along behind the wall. The old midwife she’d come to heal had died before her arrival. Sheona had been in the village and away from the protection of the castle only moments before the fighting began.
The MacDonalds had been warring with the MacLeods for years. But recently, the attacks on both sides had become more frequent and more ferocious.
Sheona scanned the area. A root cellar was several dozen yards away, its door open. She dashed toward it, stumbling only once. Climbing inside, she closed the door and bolted it, praying no one had seen her.
She listened for sounds outside the cellar, some sign of retreat. A noise somewhere behind her drew the hairs on the back of her neck to rapt attention.
A single puff of breath.
Feet shuffled in the dirt, spreading a sick burn into her belly.
She was not alone.
Powerful arms engulfed her, squeezing tight and forcing the air from her lungs. The body behind her was huge!
“Do not scream,” a male voice whispered in her ear.
She couldn’t if she wanted to. Terror churned inside her, twisting until she was sure it would strangle her.
He turned their bodies and pressed her against the cold stone wall, securing her hands above her head. His free hand explored her back, her waist, her hip. Somewhere between exploring her hip and the inside of her thigh she stopped breathing.
“What do we have here?”
Her mind searched for an appropriate answer, but her tongue was firmly lodged in her mouth.
“Are you mute then, lass? Well then, no one will hear you scream.” His breath was hot as he whispered the words, fanning her hair.
Now that his arms did not pin her, her head felt light as air rushed back into her body. She needed to say something, try to reason with him, plead even. Above all, she could not tell him who she really was, or else she would surely find his blade across her throat.
“My name is Maggie. I’m the blacksmith’s daughter. Please, my father will give you everything we own if you do not harm me.”
He chuckled. “Maggie, is it? Well, Maggie, my name is Malcolm MacDonald, son of the chief and Lord of the Isles. As long as you do not have a dagger tucked under those skirts, you will come to no harm in my presence.”
“And how long will I be in your presence?”
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