Christmas in the Glen Except

As we are getting ready for the holidays, I've been busy working on a holiday book for my Glen Highland Romance series. It is a throw back to our lovely character Dawn in the Warrior of the Glen. She's a woman who is content finding her passions where she may -- finding a man to marry is not at the top of her wish list. 

Or is it? Has her desires in life changed without her realizing it? Or has the series of secret gifts she's received for the 12 days of Christmas made her realize what it is to care about someone. 

And is that someone really Drummond Fraser? Or does someone else hold her heart?

The rough excerpt:

The kitchen door and its beckoning warmth was in arms length, and just as Dawn reached out a shivering hand to wrest the latch open, and hoping it wasn’t frozen in place, she saw a twinkling in the snow next to the door. Half buried and sure to be covered all the way with the snow fall expected that night.
Dawn flicked her eyes up the smooth stone wall of the keep. Had it fallen from somewhere? It must have been there only recently, otherwise it would have been buried in the snow completely. Releasing the door latch with a measure of reticence, Dawn squatted in the snow to get a better look at the mysterious item.
It was a small bronzed thistle brooch, small, and when she lifted it from the snow, it was stuck in a swatch of black and red plaid which had been completely buried by the snow. She held the pinned fabric gently, as if it might break in her hand somehow, and cast her gaze around the ice-locked gardens. In the afternoon light, dim as it was from the cloudy skies and forthcoming snowfall, few shadows fell and the snowy landscape was clear. Only a few brave birds twittering in the trees and herself.
Did someone drop it as they entered the kitchens? Dawn turned the fabric over in her hands. From the look of the fabric and how it was pinned, it didn’t appear to be part of someone’s clothing. Rather, it seemed like the fabric was present just to support the brooch so it might not have become completely lost in the snow.
To Dawn, the brooch and plaid appeared almost to be a gift.
But who would leave a gift out here by the kitchens? Who was the intended recipient? 

Coming soon!

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