But I've been busy -- Holiday Pay just released last month, and two box sets came out this month!
Plus, I've been putting the final words down for The Jewel of the Glen! Book 4 in the Glen Highland Romance is on track to release before Christmas. THE PREORDER LINK IS ABOVE!
And to thank you ALL for your patience, here is a sneak peek at Book 4:
The Jewel of the Glen ROUGH Excerpt!
“Wooing is more than just
anticipation of marriage. Wooing is, uh, to encourage excitement. To build
passion. A passion that rises until it’s consummated on a wedding night, or any
night a man and wife spend in bed. Ye deserve that, to be stroked, to feel that
building passion. I fear this night will no’ be the most welcome, I will no’ be
welcome, because ye didn’t get to feel that passion build over time.”
“‘Twas it like that for ye and
your wife? Janet?”
Torin’s insides cringed and folded in sharp agony at the sound of his
handfast wife’s name. They were young when they met and fell in love, and their
love for each other was inflamed by those passions of youth. When she died, he’d
had the misguided sense of nobility to think he wouldn’t lie with another woman
again.
That lasted about a month before he sought solace with a local
whore. ‘Twasn’t the same, he felt that well, and only bedded a willing
woman when his need built to a screaming crescendo. But to woo another?
Wed another? To share a loving embrace? Share that intimacy? As he grew older,
he understood the folly of his youthful vow to never love again. Yet, here he
was, having vowed before God to love and protect this woman, and she deserved
to be loved, as wholly and passionately as a woman should be. At least on
his end, Torin had a good start on loving passion, but he wanted Caitrin to
feel the same.
“Aye,” he finally answered. “We
wooed and loved much. But with ye, I would give ye the same, more, now.”
He turned on the bedding to admire her delicate features as he
made another vow to her — one that he would take more to heart than even the
vow they just made before the priest. “I am older, I ken more about
the world, about women, but no’
perchance about love. I would have us travel that road together. Ye
deserve that. I would have us be passionate and loving with each other.”
His heartfelt words were heavy with emotion and tore at Caitrin,
her heart weeping for the man who suffered such a loss, lived as half a man,
and presently forced his own hand to wed again to save her from an uncertain
fate. Just as he said she deserved to be wooed and loved, so did this giant of
man ‘afore her, even if he didn’t know it.
Caitrin studied his face, making her own silent vow to be as good
a wife, in all ways possible, to the gentle giant that was now her husband.
Torin sacrificed much for her, and she vowed to do the same. Placing her other
hand over his that cupped hers, she entwined her fingers with his. ‘Twas the
boldest move she’d taken with a man, with any person. And she felt the heat of
his racing blood flow through his hands and arms. Yet, he still didn’t move any
closer.
He was letting her take the lead. Caitrin could see ‘twas taking
all his effort to remain rooted in his spot, out of respect for her. His
giant body was naught more than a shell to show the world that held a soft,
caring man.
“Then why don’t ye woo me now?” she asked in a hushed tone.
