by Shehanne Moore
To save her son, there is nothing she won’t do. To save his people, neither will he. Dire circumstances force Kara McGurkie to forget she’s a woman. Dire circumstances force her to swear to love and honor, to help destroy a clan in order to get back the life she lost. But when dire circumstances force her to seduce her fiancé’s brother on the eve of the wedding, will the dark secrets she holds and the things she wants most, be enough to save her and them, from his powerful allure, especially when she knows he may just be playing with her.
Callm McDunnagh, the Black Wolf of Lochalpin, ruthlessly guards heart and glen from dangerous intruders. But from the moment he first sees Kara he knows he must possess her, even though he also knows that surrendering to his desire may prove the most dangerous risk Now no problem becomes big problem as passion and desire rage out of control. Kara must look into the soul she thought she sold to make a choice. But can she look deep enough? Only she can decide who and what passion can save, or destroy, how when and who will finally learn the truth of the words… Till death do us part.
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She had forgotten how huge horses were. Of course it was Kertyn’s nag. Had it been hers it might not have started clopping about the yard like this. At least she might have been able to stop it when it did, so she could at least get a foot in the stirrup. Stop it baring its teeth at her If Meg hadn’t given her these bannocks perhaps. For him too, which was why she wished he wouldn’t knit his brows like that as he set his boot in his own stirrup. Lady Kara would be able to ride, wouldn’t she? As opposed to spending the morning walking up and down the yard, while he now showed every sign of departing.
Yesterday she’d stumbled at this point too. It was why her father’s men were of the opinion she’d mess this up. It was why she felt obliged to smile nicely, in the hope of seeming blasé, especially now that the nag, its head flailing wildly, nickered sideways into the wall. And now, now his hand descended on her reins, she was forced to wonder if he perhaps meant her. Would he dismount and stride through the snow to tell her that though? He might when she was as hopeless as this and it looked as if she would have to walk with the horse all the way to McDunnagh Castle, hoping it would let her on its back eventually. Humiliation scorched to her hair roots.
Shehanne Moore is a Scottish author, who writes gritty, witty, as much risky as risqué, historical romance, set wherever takes her fancy. Stories that detail the best and worst of human behaviour, as opposed to pouts and flounces. For years she worked at various things, while pursuing her dream of becoming a published writer, so she was gobsmacked to sell her book, The Unraveling of Lady Fury, written in three months, to U.S. publishers, Etopia Press, six Shehanne still lives in Scotland, with her husband Mr Shey. She has two daughters. When not writing intriguing historical romance, where goals and desires of sassy, unconventional heroines and ruthless men, mean worlds do collide, she fantasizes about cleaning the house, plays the odd musical instrument and loves what in any other country, would not be defined, as hill- walking.