Hi everyone! Today I have a stop on the Lachlan's Bride book tour. I have info on the book, an excerpt and a guest post for you all!
By: Kathleen Harrington
He is Lachlan MacRath, laird and pirate. And he intends to be her lover…
Lady Francine Walsingham could not believe this fierce Highland warrior is to be her escort into Scotland. It is whispered that Lachlan MacRath has magical powers…how else do you explain why her countrymen call him the Sorcerer of the Seas? But trust him she must, for a treacherous plot is about to reveal all her secrets…and Francine has no choice but to act as his lover to keep her enemies at bay.
When Lachlan first sees Francine, the English beauty stirs his blood like no woman has ever before. As luck would have it, they must now play the besotted couple so he can protect her ….and Lachlan is determined to use all his seductive prowess to properly woo her into his bed.
The Cheviot Hills
The Border between England and Scotland
Stretched flat on the blood-soaked ground, Lachlan MacRath gazed up at the cloudless morning sky and listened to the exhausted moans of the wounded.
The dead and the dying lay scattered across the lush spring grass. Overhead the faint rays of dawn broke above the hilltops, as the buttercups and bluebells dipped and swayed in the soft breeze. The gruesome corpses were sprawled amidst the wildflowers, their vacant eyes staring upward to the heavens, the stumps of their severed arms and legs still oozing blood and gore. Dented helmets, broken swords, axes, and pikes gave mute testimony to the ferocity of the combatants. Here and there, a loyal destrier, trained to war, grazed calmly alongside its fallen master.
Following close upon daylight, the scavengers would come creeping, ready to strip the bodies of anything worth a shilling: armor, dirks, boots, belts. If they were Scotsmen, he'd be in luck. If not, he'd soon be dead. There wasn't a blessed thing he could do but wait. He was pinned beneath his dead horse, and all efforts to free himself during the night had proven fruitless.
In the fierce, running battle of the evening before, the warriors on horseback had left behind all who'd fallen. Galloping across the open, rolling countryside, Scots and English had fought savagely, till it was too dark to tell friend from foe. There was no way of knowing the outcome of the battle, for victory had been determined miles away.
Hell, it was Lachlan's own damn fault. He'd come on the foray into England with King James for a lark. After delivering four new canons to the castle at Roxburgh, along with the Flemish master gunners to fire them, he'd decided not to return to his ship immediately as planned. The uneventful crossing on the Sea Hawk from the Low Countries to Edinburgh, followed by the tedious journey to the fortress, with the big guns pulled by teams of oxen, had left him eager for a bit of adventure.
When he'd learned that the king was leading a small force into Northumberland to retrieve cattle raided by Sassenach outlaws, the temptation to join them had been too great to resist. There was nothing like a hand-to-hand skirmish with his ancient foe to get a man's blood pumping through his veins.
But Lord Dacre, Warden of the Marches, had surprised the Scots with a much larger, well-armed force of his own, and what should have been a carefree rout turned into deadly combat.
A plea for help interrupted Lachlan's brooding thoughts. Not far away, a wounded English soldier, who'd cried out in pain during the night, raised himself up on one elbow.
"Lychester! Over here, sir! It's Will Jeffries!"
Lachlan watched from beneath slit lids as another Sassenach came into view. Attired in the splendid armor of the nobility, the newcomer rode a large, caparisoned black horse. He'd clearly come looking for someone, for he held the reins of a smaller chestnut, its saddle empty and waiting.
"Here I am, Marquess," the young man named Jeffries called weakly. He lifted one hand in a trembling wave as the marquess of Lychester drew near to his countryman. Dismounting, he approached the wounded soldier.
"Thank God," Jeffries said with a hoarse groan. "I've taken a sword blade in my thigh. The cut's been oozing steadily. I was afraid I wouldn't make it through the night."
Lychester didn't say a word. He came to stand behind the injured man, knelt down on one knee, and raised his fallen comrade to a seated position. Grabbing a hank of his yellow hair, the marquess jerked the fair head back and deftly slashed the exposed throat from ear to ear. Then he calmly wiped his blade on the youth's doublet, lifted him up in his arms, and threw the body face down over the chestnut's back.
The English nobleman glanced around, checking, no doubt, to see if there'd been a witness to the cold-blooded execution. Lachlan held his breath and remained motionless, his lids lowered over his eyes. Apparently satisfied, the marquess mounted, grabbed the reins of the second horse and rode away.
Lachlan slowly exhaled.
He knew the English were a bloodthirsty race. But he hadn't thought that included the murder of a helpless patriot on a deserted battlefield.
What kind of bastard did such a traitorous thing?
MY FAVORITE ROMANTIC MOVIES
Ah, romance in the spring. Or fall. Summer's good, too. And snuggling up by the fire on a frosty winter's night! Hmm. Hard to decide, isn't it?
That's how I feel about choosing my favorite romantic movies. I'm going to mention a few, and just as soon as I close this post, I'll remember so many more! Now where to start?
Of course, to begin with, we'll always have Casablanca. This is the only truly romantic movie in which the heroine loses the hero to a greater cause and I'm still starry-eyed at the end. When Rick (Humphrey Bogart) tells Ilsa (Ingrid Bergman) their two lives don't amount to a hill of beans, well...somehow you just know it has to end that way. There are too many lives that hang in the balance.
Must Love Dogs has that wonderful happy ending I just adore! This movie, staring Diane Lane and John Cusack, has so many elements that I find endearing. Jake, a shy, disheartened hero, trying to cope with the end of his marriage. Sarah, a heroine who's all but given up on ever meeting the right guy. A quirky family determined to interfere, a jerk masquerading as a jock, and, of course, two dogs. The love between the family members, and the special bond between the father (Christopher Plummer) and his children assures you that everything will be okay in the end, even if Sarah never meets her own special someone. Thankfully, she does.
French Kiss is a perfect gem. So beautifully written, I've watched it a dozen or more times. Meg Ryan is everywoman, filled with angst, allergies, and fear, not only of flying, but of any kind of change to the comfortable life she has planned.
And when the man Kate's chosen for that humdrum life, played by Timothy Hutton, bolts, she follows him to France to get him back. What a recipe for disaster, right there.
Things soon get much worse. She meets Luc (Kevin Kline) and her life quickly races downhill, for he proves to be a scoundrel and a thief.
Luc and Kate slowly, slowly realize that they are in love, yet fail to recognize the other's love for them. When Kate makes the ultimate sacrifice of giving up her dreams in order to save Luc from prison, he finally realizes she loves him. Men! They can be so blind.
Moonstruck is another romantic comedy I revisit time and again. You guessed it. I'm a sucker for quirky, interfering families. Ah. La famiglia.
Cher plays Loretta, a widow who's about to settle for a ho-hum marriage to a good friend. She tumbles head-over-heels for the groom's younger brother (Nicholas Cage) a week before the wedding. The antics of Loretta's father, the wisdom of her mother, not to mention the passion between her uncle and aunt, can all be blamed on the huge full moon shining through their bedroom windows. They are all hopelessly moonstruck. If you haven't seen it, do! And you will be moonstruck, as well.
My most favorite movie of all is one of the greatest love stories of all time. Pride and Prejudice starring Keira Knightley and Matthew Mcfadyen is a beautiful retelling of Jane Austen's masterpiece. When Elizabeth Bennet tells Mr. Darcy that he's the last man on earth she could ever marry, you are certain she's going to regret her foolish words. Women. Sometimes they can be so blind!
You can tell, by now, I'm a helpless romantic.
Here's an excerpt from the second book in my Highland Lairds Trilogy, LACHLAN'S BRIDE:
In the intimacy of the moment, time seemed to stand still. The quiet candlelit room, the midnight hour, their hushed conversation, the delicate smocking on her high-necked nightgown, her soft breath caressing his face...all....all of it would be burned into his memory.
Lachlan knew, without a doubt, he'd recall every detail of this night when he was an old man...and relive the heart-stirring pleasure.
God. He could drown in the depths of her tear-filled eyes.
She peeked at him shyly from beneath lowered lids and her mouth curled up in a rueful smile. "I never thanked you for saving the archery contest this afternoon."
He grinned in return. "I wondered when you were going to get around to that."
"I believe I owe you a kiss, Laird Kinrath."
"I believe you do, Lady Walsingham."
Thank you for inviting me to share my thoughts with your readers. I'm looking forward with excitement to the release of LACHLAN'S BRIDE, an Avon Impulse, on April 30th.
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KATHLEEN HARRINGTON, winner of the Colorado Romance Writers’ Award of Excellence, has touched the hearts of readers across the country with her sparkling tales of high adventure and unending love. Her historical romances have been finalists for the Romance Writers of America’s RITA, The Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Awards, the Virginia Romance Writers’ HOLT Medallion, and the Phoenix Desert Rose Golden Quill. Her fabulous heroes have garnered the KISS (Knight in Shining Silver) Award. She lives in Southern California.