Monday, May 05, 2014

When a Laird Takes a Lady by Rowan Keats Promo Post and Giveaway!



When a Laird Takes a Lady
by Rowan Keats



Genre: Historical, Scottish Romance
Elements/Tags: medieval, 13th Century
Publisher: Signet Eclipse
Publishing Date: May 6, 2014
Series: Claimed by the Highlander, #2
Format: Print and Ebook
Words: 368 Pages


In the Highlands of Scotland, honor and loyalty are worth more than life itself. But when a haunted woman meets a wronged warrior, love will prove more powerful than anything they have ever known.

Isabail Grant has had to be strong all her life. Over the years, she has lost everyone close to her, and now she’s seeking justice for her brother’s murder. But en route to Edinburgh to petition the king, she is kidnapped by a fierce warrior—and is shocked to find herself irresistibly drawn to her captor.

Aiden MacCurran is an outlaw. The laird of a small clan, he’s been falsely accused of killing the king’s courier and stealing the Crown’s property—and the key to clearing his name and redeeming his clan lies in Isabail’s memories. But Aiden and Isabail must first weather deceit and treachery before they can find the truth and claim the love that’s growing between them....


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I love Scottish heroes. They maybe a little rough around the edges, but they fight for what they believe in...and that usually involves the heroine. Any Scottish warrior is worthy of a sigh, but a Scottish laird—especially a medieval one—can truly make your heart pound. What makes a Scottish laird so interesting?

He knows what he wants...

Excerpt

Isabail followed Beathag across the inner close, stars winking at her from the indigo sky above. The clouds had drifted away, leaving a crisp cold night. Beathag stopped before a round house hung with a wooden door instead of the standard fur pelts. A very simple door with no fancy pulls or hinges. She knocked.
“Come.”
Isabail’s heart stumbled. The voice that beckoned her inside belonged to MacCurran. She took a step back. “Why am I here?”
Beathag shrugged. “The chief demanded your presence.” She pushed the door open. “Ask your questions of him.”
Light poured out of the round house, bathing Isabail’s cold feet in a golden glow. Given the kiss, they had just recently shared, she was not at all certain she wanted to be alone with the MacCurran. He had a rather taxing effect on her willpower. But more than light reached her from the chief’s room. Her stomach growled at the savory scents of venison broth and fresh bread.
He had refused her supper…but perhaps he’d changed his mind?
“In,” Beathag prodded.
Still uncertain, Isabail caught Beathag’s eyes and arched a questioning brow. The other woman’s initial request had been for her to sleep elsewhere for the night. Surely she didn’t mean here.
Beathag returned her stare for a moment, then looked away. “Ask your questions of the chief,” she repeated. Then she gave Isabail a light push.
Despite the prompting, Isabail was seriously contemplating running back to Muirne. Even the promise of a warm meal was not enough to coax her into MacCurran’s chamber. But the man himself stole her choice away. He appeared at the door, latched a big hand onto her arm, and dragged her into the room.
Then he shut the door with a decisive snap.
Isabail’s mouth went dry.
His size never failed to make her heart pound. He towered over her, his broad shoulders blocking her view of everything. Everything, that is, except the tawny skin visible at the neck of his tunic and the barest suggestion of hair.
“This is an inappropriate time to seek an audience,” she said weakly.
“You think a man willing to kidnap you concerns himself with what others think appropriate?” His hold on her arm gentled, his thumb brushing over her chemise-clad skin in a manner that set all of Isabail’s senses atingle.
It was a dangerous feeling—because rather than pulling away, Isabail swayed on her feet, tempted to lean into his touch. “I must return to my chamber. Whatever you wished to discuss can wait until morning.”
“No.”
She swallowed thickly. “I will not stay.”
“Aye, you will.” He tugged her sharply, and she fell against his chest. That solid, divinely warm chest that blotted out the room. “You will because I say you will.”




Meet Author Rowan Keats:

Rowan Keats pens historical adventures involving hot Highland heroes and the women they claim. Both TAMING A WILD SCOT and WHEN A LAIRD TAKES A LADY have earned 4 1/2 star reviews from RT Book Reviews, which labelled her "a rising star of medieval romance."
When not writing, Rowan can frequently be found in a dark movie theater indulging in a large bag of popcorn, or watching the sunrise with a mug of steaming coffee wrapped in her hands. She lives in Central Canada with a goofy black lab, a very talkative cat, and a daughter whose own creative talents awe and inspire her every day.


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4 comments:

  1. Nice excerpt. Looks really good.

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  2. I have a funny black lab that hates the rain. Aren't they supposed to be water dogs? LoL! I actually have to walk her with an umbrella over her so she stays dry. The little diva dog! LoL Happy Release Day Rowan! Hope you sell a bazillion books :)

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