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
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 Scotland twice
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 St. John's , Newfoundland ,
Canada
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 Scotland
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.
@KateRobWriter
Chapter One
Bracadale, Isle of
Skye , 1604
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.
A second.
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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