Today is
a busy day here at Thoughts in Progress as we take part in the Release Day
Blitz for author Paula Quinn’s THE SCOT’S BRIDE and celebrate
Halloween and a Blogiversary.
To
celebrate her new release, Paula is sharing an excerpt from her delight new
installment in the Highland Heirs series. You can also enter to win one of ten
(10) print copies of THE SCOT’S BRIDE being given away
tour-wide.
◊ Title: The
Scot’s Bride
◊ Author:
Paula Quinn
◊ On
Sale: October 31, 2017
◊ Series:
Highland Heirs, #6
◊ Publisher:
Forever
◊ Format:
Mass Market Paperback
◊ Price:
$7.99 USD
AN IRRESISTIBLE SCOUNDREL
Highlander Patrick
MacGregor likes his life just the way it is. Fighting for his coin, enjoying a
woman's charms, and bearing no responsibility at all? Aye, that's the life for
him. That is, until Patrick sees her-a raven-haired beauty with eyes as dark as
midnight. Patrick swore never to fall in love. Not even with a lass as wild as
he...especially when she's from a rival clan.
AN UNDENIABLE DESIRE
AN UNDENIABLE DESIRE
Charlotte Cunningham knows
Patrick is trouble the moment she sets eyes on him. Her only goal is to escape
the possibility of marriage. Any
marriage. But as the summer days turn into sultry nights, enticing her beyond
reason, Charlie is forced to choose between the freedom she craves and the reckless
rogue she can't forget.
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Now here’s an excerpt from the book for your reading pleasure.
Charlie
caught the subtle shift of his gaze toward her when she glared at him, doing
her best to keep her eyes above his chin and ignoring his long, sculpted
physique and broad shoulders. Was he speaking to her or her captor?
Dunbar
laughed at his offer. “You don’t even carry a sword.” He looked him over. “Or
even a place to hide one.”
It
was true. Charlie hadn’t noticed it before. Patrick Campbell spoke like a
Highlander and had dressed like one when she’d first seen him at Blind Jack’s
yet he carried no obvious weapons.
“I
dinna’ need one,” he claimed, his amiable smile changing slightly into
something more ominous.
Charlie
knew it was true. He had fought Hamish with no weapons other than his fists.
What kind of Highlander didn’t carry a sword? The kind who doesn’t need one.
Campbell
moved closer to her and the eight men behind her. His gait was wrought with
ease and confidence while her brothers and her father remained still.
“I’ll
kill you for this, Campbell,” Duff swore.
“That’s
doubtful,” Campbell tossed back without turning around. Instead, he looked at
Charlie, now only a few inches away, standing between him and her captor.
If
there wasn’t a blade to her throat, she would have taken a moment to admire him
and all his hard angles.
“Untie
me,” he said to Dunbar, “and I’ll fight them all with no help or risk of injury
to ye or yer men.” He lifted his bound wrists up, close to Charlie’s face and
the dagger at her throat. “The Duke of Argyll will hear of how ye aided his nephew.”
Dunbar
seemed to think it over for a moment and then moved the dagger away from her
neck to possibly cut Campbell loose. But instead of waiting to be free, the
Highlander moved in a blur of speed snatching the dagger from Dunbar’s hand. In
one fluid movement that Charlie almost missed by blinking, Campbell, still
bound and clutching the hilt in his fingers, lifted his arms and then brought
them back down to capture Dunbar’s head between his forearms, and Charlie’s
head between his thick upperarms.
An instant
turned into an eternity while he pulled Dunbar closer, wedging Charlie up
against his chest. Time slowed as she looked up and he tiled his head to meet
her gaze. She stared into his summer-glade eyes—ringed by lashes that were that
long—and the evidence of Hamish’s wrath on his lip. His current wounds and an
older one which had broken his nose saved him from being pretty. His mouth
crooked ever so slightly—just enough to flash his dimple and completely
befuddle her. A rascal. That’s what he was. He was helping her. But why? Before
she had to ponder it further, the instant was over.
He
hauled Archie Dunbar an inch closer and knocked him out with a clean blow,
forehead to forehead. He moved quickly and lifted his arms to release Dunbar
from his hold then gave him a powerful kick in the guts to topple him over.
“Run!”
He pushed Charlie behind him and faced the rest of the Dunbars alone.
Duff
reached them at the same time and an instant before the stunned expressions on
the faces of Dunbar’s men wore off and they rushed forward.
“Give
me your hands!” Charlie commanded, tugging on Campbell’s sleeve. When he
obeyed, she cut him loose using her black blade.
The
fool took a moment to smile at her before she tucked the dagger back under her
skirts.
Hendry
finally joined the fight but Charlie couldn’t take her eyes off Mr. Campbell in
the melee.
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| Author Paula Quinn |
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Halloween
Today
throughout the United States youngster, and more and more adults, are
celebrating Halloween. Many will dress up in costumes of all shapes and
descriptions seeking treats. I don’t think of Halloween as something bad, but a
way for the kid in all of us to shine.
For the
first in my adult life, I plan on dressing up for work. I’ve worn a witch hat
before, but no costume. This year I’m going with the hat, cape, mask, black
nails and lips, and some lights for my hair. We’ll see how it goes. I think it
will be fun.
Blogiversary
Today is
also a special day for me. Halloween of 2009 I posted my first blog post for
Thoughts in Progress. It’s been fun and exciting ever since.
I have ‘meet’
so many wonderful people through blogging. I can’t say THANK YOU enough for all
the support y’all have given me. The past six months I’ve not been online as
much as normal and I’ve not been blogging as much. I’ve gone to work full time
outside the house and started a couple of projects in addition to that so I’m
still learning how to do more with my spare time. I want to say an extra
special THANK YOU for your support during my lack of post. Y’all are WONDERFUL!!
Thanks so
much for stopping by today. I hope you’ll check out Paula’s new release. Are
you dressing up for Halloween? If so, what was your costume?
