I'm sorta participating in the Next Big Thing Blog Hop. I say
sorta because I didn't really get anyone else to participate. I'm breaking the rules! :)
I'd like to thank my friend,
Elizabeth Delisi, who tagged me to do this. Elizabeth is a multi-published, award-winning author of romance, mystery and suspense. Her time-travel romance set in ancient Egypt, Lady of the Two Lands, won a Bloody Dagger Award and was a Golden Rose Award nominee. Her romantic suspense novel, Since All is Passing was an EPPIE Award finalist and Bloody Dagger Award finalist.
Fatal Fortune was a Word Museum Reviewer’s Choice Masterpiece. Elizabeth's contemporary romance novella The Heart of the Matter is featured in the Valentine's Day-themed anthology Cupid's Capers and was an EPPIE Award finalist. A Carol of Love is part of Holiday Hearts anthology and an EPPIE Award finalist. A Cup of Christmas Charm is part of Holiday Hearts 2 anthology and was also an EPPIE Award finalist. Please visit Elizabeth's
website and
blog.
I'm answering 10 questions about my upcoming release.
1) What is the title of your book? My Daring Highlander
2) Where did the idea come from for this book? The hero and heroine, Keegan MacKay and Seona Murray, were secondary characters in the previous book in the series, My Brave Highlander. There was an instant but forbidden attraction between them. Seona's father insists she marry a chief or titled laird. Keegan is the cousin of a chief. He has no title or property. I find forbidden love to be intriguing and I wanted to explore this difficult situation. I must find a way for the forbidden lovers to be together despite the impossible circumstances!
3) What genre is your book? Scottish historical romance. It is set in 1619.
4) Which actors would you choose to play the main characters in the movie version of your book? I couldn't think of any actors that fit the bill. Keegan has sandy-blond hair, light blue eyes and a charming smile. He might look like
Sean Lowe, The Bachelor, if he had long hair. And if he wore a kilt. :)
Seona has brown hair and dark blue eyes and kinda resembles Australian model Miranda Kerr.
5) What is a one-sentence synopsis of your book? Keegan MacKay’s task should be simple—escort Lady Seona Murray back to her father’s home near Inverness, while protecting her from the ruthless outlaw bent on kidnapping her, but Keegan has foolishly fallen in love with her.
6) Is your book self-published, published by an independent publisher, or represented by an agency? I'm choosing to self-publish it instead of submitting it to any publishers or agents.
7) How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript? The first draft took about a month to write. I'm still working on the final draft.
8) What other books would you compare your story to in this genre? Any of the Highland historical romance novels with lots of romance and adventure.
9) Who or what inspired you to write this book? I love Highlander books and I love writing my Highland Adventure series. There have been three stories prior to this one,
My Fierce Highlander,
My Wild Highlander and
My Brave Highlander. Each book inspires me to write the next one. Secondary characters then become main characters as I discover their story and write it. I get emails and reader reviews telling me they want the next book. I'm more than happy to provide that for them! :) Also, the beautiful landscapes, scenery and castles of Scotland inspire me on the settings and locations where the stories take place. This story is set from Assynt to Dornie to the area near Inverness. Sutherland and the Western Highlands have some of the most spectacular and memorable views. Part of the story is set at Eilean Donan Castle, but I've given my castle at Dornie a fictional name.
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10) What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest? It is a very romantic story about two people who are basically in love before they ever share that magical first kiss. It was a sort of forbidden, love-from-afar type situations. Also for those readers who loved Dirk and Isobel from My Brave Highlander... the two figure as prominent secondary characters in this story.
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| the Assynt area of Sutherland |
Here is the beginning of My Daring Highlander:
Assynt,
Scotland, May 1619
Something in the early
morn air didn’t feel right.
Keegan MacKay rode at
the front of the MacKay party of just over two dozen, his gaze scanning the
surrounding misty green hills and gray granite mountains. As head guard of the MacKay
clan, Keegan took his duty seriously. He was to spy danger before it presented
itself.
Had his outlaw cousin,
Haldane, returned to try and kill Chief Dirk again and claim the chiefdom for
himself? Although Dirk’s younger brother was but twenty summers, he was a
formidable foe and slippery as an eel when it came to capture. Haldane’s band
of outlaws had helped him escape Dunnakeil’s dungeon last November. Then,
they’d vanished.
No doubt they would
come out of hiding again soon.
Wanting to travel as
far south as possible before sunset, they’d left Munrick Castle and the
MacLeods at daybreak. Though that was more than two hours ago, the sun had not
yet burned off the thick gray mist rising from the nearby loch.
Their journey had two
purposes—Dirk’s wife, Lady Isobel, wished to travel to Dornie and visit her
brothers, and Keegan was in charge of taking Lady Seona Murray back to her home
near Inverness. That was a task he didn’t want for he had grown attached to
her.
A prickle of warning
passed over Keegan and he glanced back. Was the danger behind them? He guided
his horse, Curry, off the narrow muddy trail, turned about and waited until
several in their party rode past.
Keegan’s gaze settled
on Lady Seona. Though she wore a plaid cowl over her head now, he had memorized
how glossy her chestnut-colored hair was. More than once, he’d fantasized about
running his fingers through the loose strands. They would surely be silky and
cool against his skin.
Her dark blue eyes met
his, just as bewitching as always, as were her Cupid’s bow lips. Damn, how he
craved kissing her. Like a fool, he had longed for her for months, but he had
never touched her in an intimate manner. Her chaperone aunt had eyes like a
vicious eagle.
Keegan had tried to
tell himself he was daft for wanting Lady Seona so badly. He was not a chief or
titled laird, and her father would never allow her to marry him. Cousin of the
chief was not good enough.
Dirk paused beside
Keegan, startling him out of his wayward thoughts. “Is something amiss?”
“’Tis only a gut feeling
someone is following us,” he said, keeping his voice low.
“Aye. I had the same
feeling.” Dirk narrowed his piercing pale blue eyes and glared back at the
hills they’d just passed through.
People had often
remarked that Keegan had eyes like Dirk’s and that they were more like brothers
than cousins. Keegan agreed with that assessment and highly valued his role
within the clan of protecting them and the chief. He was happy Dirk returned last
fall to take the position he’d been meant for since birth. He was an excellent
chief and a strong warrior.
From the mist behind
them, a distant horse’s whinny carried on the breeze.
“Did you hear that?”
Keegan asked, his gaze searching the misty landscape.
“Aye.”
Keegan caught a glimpse
of a black horse and rider as they veered off the trail and behind a yellow-blooming
gorse bush. “There.” Keegan pointed.
“Aye. We’re being
followed.” Dirk moved toward their party, giving quiet orders to the guards to
surround the three ladies and their four maids, then he and a few guards joined
Keegan.
“I wager ’tis Haldane,”
Keegan said.
Dirk nodded. “He will
never give up trying to kill me until one of us is dead.”
“’Haps you should wear
a cowl so he cannot identify you so easily,” Keegan suggested. Dirk’s bright
copper hair made him easy to spot from a great distance. And an easy target.
“Hmph. I’ll not hide
from that wily weasel,” he muttered.
“I wasn’t suggesting
you hide, cousin. Merely use caution and disguise yourself a wee bit so we can
protect you better.”
“I don’t wish anyone
else to be struck with an arrow either. I want Haldane and his whole band of
outlaws taken out before he kills anyone else.” They had murdered two MacKay
guards last winter and stolen almost a dozen horses.
Dirk’s friend, Rebbie,
the Earl of Rebbinglen, halted his horse on Keegan’s right. “How many did you
see?” he asked, his expression as dark as his eyes and hair.
“One, but I’m certain
there are more,” Keegan said.
“Without doubt. That damned
McMurdo highwayman is likely with him.”
“Aye, they have been
fast friends since Haldane turned outlaw.” None of them held any fondness for Donald
McMurdo. They’d had several run-ins with him in the past. For a certainty, Keegan
detested the murderer who had slaughtered at least eighteen people in the
Durness area, including one of Keegan’s cousins.
Last winter, Keegan had
a scuffle with McMurdo in Smoo Cave in which the old highwayman had kicked
Keegan in the groin. He’d had to fight past the pain to subdue McMurdo by
holding a knife to his throat. He shouldn’t have been so lenient with the
bastard.
As Keegan and those
beside him stared back at the elevated green hillside, the late spring breeze
fluttering the leaves of a nearby bush was the only sound. And a stream of
trickling water. How he wished the mist would clear away so visibility would be
improved.
Keegan glanced back at
Lady Seona, glad to see eight armored guards surrounding her, along with Lady
Isobel and Seona’s aunt, Lady Patience, and their maids.
Isobel held a lethal-looking
dagger in her hand. ’Twas one she often carried in a scabbard at her side. Did
Seona own a weapon? Would she even know how to use one? He should’ve trained
her with a blade before this journey.
“Ready yourselves,” Dirk
said, pulling a pistol from his belt.
Four guards on foot nocked
their arrows and drew back the bows.
Keegan unsheathed his
broadsword and held a targe before him. His gaze traveled up the green hillside,
swathed in vibrant bracken fern where men could easily hide. Plaid flickered in
the hazy gray mist. “Look.” He pointed with his sword. “They’re going to try to
ambush us from the hill.”
“Move the women over
there,” Dirk directed the guards, pointing toward an indention in the hillside
surrounded by rocks and scrubby bushes. “And help them dismount. Put the horses
in front of them.”
“Have a care,” Lady
Isobel said low, but her concerned words to her husband were clear.
“Aye,” Dirk responded.
Keegan didn’t have time
to think about how he envied their relationship. ’Twas obvious they were mad
for each other. Keegan yearned for that closeness with Lady Seona.
The movement at the top
of the hill drew his focus.
“He may have stones the
size of cannonballs,” Rebbie said. “But I’d love naught more than to shoot them
off.”
Dirk snorted. “I hope
you get the chance, my friend.”
All the men except the
archers held round targes before them. They were effective shields against
arrows and sword strikes.
“’Haps you should move
back, Dirk. The last thing we need is for the chief to be hit by a stray
arrow.” Keegan felt daft even suggesting it, considering Dirk was probably the
most capable warrior of them all, tall and broad of shoulder and about the same
size as Keegan. They had sparred much over the past few months, training and
keeping in practice. Sometimes Keegan won their matches and sometimes Dirk did,
proving they were evenly matched.
“Do not worry over me,
cousin.”
An arrow whizzed down
from the hill. All the men lifted their targes. The arrow struck Keegan’s and
bounced off the central brass boss or one of the metal studs.
“That little bastard,”
Dirk muttered and dismounted. He led his beloved horse, Tulloch, to a safer
spot and the other men did the same, including Keegan, not wanting their horses
seriously injured or killed.
“Show yourself,
Haldane!” Dirk yelled toward the hill. “Coward!”
A head popped up out of
the bracken. ’Twas difficult to identify the person at this distance but he
appeared to have red hair like Haldane.
Dirk aimed his pistol
and fired but his target ducked.
“I hate to have to kill
my own brother, but I will if he forces my hand.” Dirk shoved the pistol into
his belt. “Damnation! There he is again. Shoot arrows at him.”
At this distance, and
with the mist reducing visibility, Keegan could not tell if the man was indeed
Haldane. If not, he was likely in his gang. Besides that, he’d shot the first
arrow, provoking retaliation.
The archers did as they
were told, letting fly several arrows toward where the outlaws were hidden.
“Come out and fight like
men!” Dirk called out.
Several arrows were
returned, tearing toward them. Targes easily deflected or caught each one.
Annoyance twisted
through Keegan. He was tired of this cat and mouse game and eager for a good
fight. “I’m going after him.”
“Not without me,” Dirk
said.
“Nay, you stay here.
The clan needs you.”
“The clan needs you as
well,” Dirk grumbled.
“You are the chief,”
Keegan argued, matching his cousin’s fearsome glare.
“Do you think that
matters? Haldane is my problem and I’ll deal with him.”
“I’m ready to go after
him and McMurdo,” Rebbie said, eager battle lust gleaming in his dark brown
eyes.
“We’ll all go,” Dirk
said, motioning toward a half dozen of his men.
***
Lady Seona Murray
watched with sickened dread as Keegan, Dirk and several more men of their party
charged boldly toward the hill where the outlaws lurked.
She had been staying
with the MacKays for several months and almost considered them her clan now.
They had certainly shown her more care and consideration than her own clan had.
“Dirk,” Lady Isobel
called, but not too loud. If her husband heard her, he ignored her. “He is
mad,” she grumbled through clenched teeth as the men disappeared from sight,
the eerie mist enfolding them. “Haldane will kill him if he has half a chance.”
“They are capable
warriors,” Seona said, knowing she was right, but at the same time realizing
they were not invincible. She said a silent prayer for their safety.
“Aye,” Isobel said, her
dark brows furrowed.
The eight well-armed guards
surrounding them would not let the women move from the cover of the huge rocks
surrounding them on three sides.
Seona was equally
worried about Keegan, but could not voice her concerns. Her Aunt Patience,
standing on Isobel’s other side, could never know that Seona held Keegan MacKay
in such high regard. All winter and spring he had made a point to greet Seona
at every opportunity with a charming smile and a bow. Sometimes she would catch
him watching her with great interest from the other side of the great hall, but
he had not done anything more intimate than usher her to the high table and
pull out a chair for her almost every evening.
His friendly, pale blue
eyes enchanted her. She wanted to do naught but stare into them for hours. His
thick, sandy-brown mane looked as if it would be soft and silky; her fingers
itched to find out. Though he was a tall, broad-shouldered warrior, his size
did not intimidate her, for he had an easy smile. The only part of him she had
ever touched was his arm when he escorted her. Each time she slipped her hand
around his elbow, she savored the hardness of his well-developed muscles.
A few times this
spring, on rare and precious sunny days, she and Isobel had watched the men
training with swords in the walled barmkin outside Castle Dunnakeil. She could not
take her eyes off Keegan then, especially when he grew warm and threw off his
doublet. His muscles were obvious through the thin damp linen of his shirt, and
his calf muscles beneath the bottom edge of his plaid intriguing.
She only hoped he would
be careful as he and the men pursued the outlaws. With each minute that passed
in relative silence, Seona’s stomach ached more and more. The mist before them,
strangely lit from behind by morning sunlight hurt her eyes. She squinted
against the brilliance.
“Why have they not
returned?” Isobel grumbled a quarter hour later.
Having no answer for
her friend, Seona shook her head. Indeed, what could be taking so long? Had
they been ambushed and killed silently? A chill passed over her.
“Will one of you go
check on them?” Isobel asked the bearded guard closest to her.
“Nay. The chief has
commanded us to stay and protect you ladies,” he said in a brusque tone.
A sound from within the
white mist caught Seona’s attention and then a movement, low to the ground.
Seona shoved Isobel
into her aunt, toward the left side of the stony enclosure. Something struck
the sandstone where they’d been standing, spraying rock particles over them.
“What on earth?” Aunt
Patience squawked.
The women ended up in a
heap on the ground.
Raising her head, Seona
looked behind her. “An arrow,” she said, seeing the broken shaft and feathers
on the ground where it had bounced off the rocks exactly where Isobel had been
standing.
“Men to the left!” a
guard shouted even as a clunk against wood sounded and an arrow drove into his
targe.
The other guards cursed
and moved into position to better shield the women.
“Saints, Seona, you
saved my life,” Isobel said in a stunned voice.
Seona knew not what to
say; she’d simply acted on instinct. Isobel had become like a sister to her
over the past few months, and obviously she’d want to help her in any way she
could. Just as she wished to return home and help her own sister.
Seona’s attention was
riveted to the four enemies on foot, wielding swords, charging from the bright mist
in front of them.
My Daring Highlander copyright 2013 Vonda Sinclair
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