Published by Smashwords Edition on January 3rd 2017
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Spirited Highland lasses and the bold heroes who tempt them!
Meet the lasses in the world of Mary Queen of Scots...Like the Scottish thistle, they're lovely yet tough, beautiful yet prickly, and only the strongest and wisest heroes are able to elude their thorns to discover the tender blossom within.
Book 1: MacFARLAND'S LASSA young jeweler to Queen Mary becomes a fugitive for a crime she didn't commit and must rely on the mercy of a heroic huntsman who steals her heart, but who could betray her at any moment.
Book 2: MacADAM'S LASSA sword-wielding Scottish war-orphan-turned-spy for Queen Mary has her eye on a suspicious Highlander until they're drawn together by desire and a secret that binds their star-crossed souls.
Book 3: MacKENZIE'S LASSThe chef to Queen Mary cooks up fiery romance with a spirited Scottish minstrel at the most controversial banquet in Tudor history.
Today we are excited to have Glynnis Campbell join us with her
new boxed set, Scottish Lasses.
Meet the lasses in the world of Mary Queen of Scots…Like the Scottish thistle, they’re lovely yet tough, beautiful yet prickly, and only the strongest and wisest heroes are able to elude their thorns to discover the tender blossom within.
Book 1: MacFARLAND’S LASS
A woman on the run…a man on the hunt. He has forty days to earn her trust. She has forty days to win his heart. They have forty days to outwit their enemies.
When Florie Gilder, the once-respected jeweler to Queen Mary, claims sanctuary in an abandoned church for a crime she didn’t commit, huntsman Rane MacFarland, a local hero of the common folk, vows to protect her. But when his overlord charges him with preventing the fugitive lass’s escape, Rane finds himself torn between duty and desire when he begins to fall for his spirited captive. And when powerful foes conspire to turn Rane and Florie against each other, they need courage, wits, and, most of all, love, to survive.
“’Tis only a bruise,” Rand said.
“Earned on my account,” Florie muttered.
He flashed her a mischievous grin. “Ye know, my mother always gave my bruises a kiss. She assured me ’twould speed the healin’.”
“Oh, aye,” he assured her with mock solemnity.
Her eyes were drawn instinctively to his mouth—his wide, elegant, sensual mouth with its seductive upward curve. Faith, she wanted to kiss him. She’d wanted to kiss him for days now.
He turned his head aside, presenting his injured cheek. Though she’d hoped for more, the playful innocence in his eyes was irresistible. With a brief smile, she inclined her head to bestow upon his cheek a chaste kiss of healing.
Her lips had scarcely grazed his cheek when he captured her face of a sudden between his hands. His touch was not ungentle, but ’twas uncompromising. A glimmer of danger gleamed in his eyes.
She gasped softly. Their mouths inches apart, she felt his intent as if ’twere a living thing.
“Ye want it as well,” he whispered, and there was no need to clarify. “Ye want this.”
Book 2: MacADAM’S LASS
A woman with a legacy…a man with a secret. She seeks to avenge her brave mother’s murder. He seeks to reconcile himself to his father’s death.
Josselin Ancrum, a sword-wielding Scottish war-orphan-turned-spy for Queen Mary, has her eye on Drew MacAdam. She suspects the golfing “Highlander” isn’t quite who he claims to be. While she serves up secret messages in the guise of a tavern wench, he seems to be courting the enemy English when he isn’t beating the Scots at their own game. Drawn together by fate, Drew and Jossy are swept up in their growing desires and the designs of their warring queens, until they uncover the terrible secret that binds their star-crossed souls.
“If ye didn’t come for the thimble, then ye must have come to see me,” Drew said with a grin.
“Look, Highlander,” Josselin bit out, punctuating her words with jabs of the tankard. “I’m runnin’ a beer wagon. I didn’t come for that. And I certainly didn’t come for ye. Just because we shared a kiss or two—”
“Three,” Drew corrected.
“Ye shared three kisses?” one of the crowd asked.
“In some parts o’ the Highlands,” another onlooker said, “a kiss is as good as a betrothal, and three kisses—”
“Can ye not mind your own affairs? This isn’t the Highlands, and I’m not his damned betrothed. Aye, I kissed him thrice. But I’ll bloody well ne’er do it again.”
There was a long silence, and Josselin lifted her chin.
Then someone from the back of the crowd said, “Five shillin’s says he gets a fourth kiss…”
Book 3: MacKENZIE’S LASS
A woman with a taste for adventure…a man who knows how to satisfy her hunger. The chef to Queen Mary cooks up fiery romance with a spirited Scottish minstrel at the most controversial banquet in Tudor history.
Tristan MacKenzie, a brilliant chef in the royal household, plans to impress Queen Mary at the feast for her infant son, until an intrepid minstrel, Mery Graham, arrives to stir the pot. A woman’s place is definitely not in the kitchen, but daring Mery isn’t intimidated by the handsome chef who’s whetted her appetite for romance. Mery’s impetuousness becomes a recipe for disaster as she begins to fall in love and out of wanderlust. And when insatiable curiosity lands her in the middle of a plot to assassinate the prince, Tristan must risk his life and his future–leaping from the frying pan into the fire–to save the sassy lass who has stolen his heart.
“Lass!” Tristan interjected. “We may as well tell Thomas the truth.”
“The truth?” Mery asked.
“Aye.” He scrambled for an excuse that Thomas would accept. “The lass… Mery… She’s…” he said, flushing at the lie. “We’re lovers.”
“What?” Thomas said with an incredulous frown.
“What?” Mery said with an incredulous laugh. “That’s the most—”
Before she could call him a liar, further slight the master cook, get the entire troupe of minstrels banned from Stirling, and possibly lose Tristan his position in the kitchens, he did the only reasonable thing to salvage the awkward situation.
He hauled Mery Graham into his arms and kissed her.
But kissing wasn’t new for Mery. She’d been stealing kisses since she was twelve. So her first instinct wasn’t necessarily to fight him.
It wasn’t her second instinct either.
And the longer the kiss went on, the less she thought about fighting him at all.
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