Guest Post with Giveaway ~ Highland Vixen by Mary Wine

Five Favorite Scottish Words

An interesting Topic. I try to use the Gaelic spelling of the names of my characters and get the more negative feedback for it….But I do it because Bhaic is not Beck and Dougal in its more Gaelic form is Diocail. Just a little change up for the flavor of the setting

mo leannan – Is one of my favorites also. It means my lover, my sweetheart, and let’s face it, I want there to be both components in my stories. So often these people married for logic and business reasons. They were just like you and me in the fact that attraction doesn’t necessarily follow the path of the mind and the penalties for women, for following their hearts was often very dire.

a thasgaidh – This one means my darling, my dear and I tend to think of it coming from a man to a woman. I have yet to be able to discover if I am correct. Although I met a lovely Scottish couple this past year, newly wed and I hope to be introduced to more of their culture through our friendship.

a bhobain – Now here is one for a child. It means my darling, or rascal and is more often reserved for boys. I love it because when I get the chance to write some of those glimpse into what happens after one of my couples enters their Happy ever after…I love to be able to show that their little children are just like them! As my mother often said, May you have children just like you someday. LOL.

a sheòid – This one means my hero, valiant warrior. Again, it’s for the younger characters but I love seeing it because I’m always hoping my little characters grow into heroes. Into the men their fathers are, with the same strong spirit of their mothers.

Cheers and happy reading!

Series: Highland Weddings (Book 2)
Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca (February 7, 2017)
Genre: Historical Romance
ISBN-10: 1492602590
ISBN-13: 978-1492602590
ASIN: B01M0JOD9N
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highland-vixen

Fierce Highland war chief seeks comely lass for fun, frolic, and marriage.

Marcus MacPherson is every inch the fearsome Highlander. He's used to men averting their eyes and women cowering before him. He thinks he'll eventually settle down with a nice, obedient bride. Instead, he gets Helen Grant… Stubborn as the day is long, fearless and dedicated to raising as much hell as possible, Helen is definitely going to challenge Marcus. And challenge him some more. And then some.

It's anyone's guess who'll win this battle of the heart…

Thanks to the publisher I have one (1) copy of Highland Vixen to give away.

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Mary Wine has written over twenty novels that take her readers from the pages of history to the far reaches of space. Recent winner of a 2008 EPPIE Award for erotic western romance, her book LET ME LOVE YOU was quoted “Not to be missed…” by Lora Leigh, New York Times best-selling author.

When she’s not abusing a laptop, she spends time with her sewing machines…all of them! Making historical garments is her second passion. From corsets and knickers to court dresses of Elizabeth I, the most expensive clothes she owns are hundreds of years out of date. She’s also an active student of martial arts, having earned the rank of second degree black belt.

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Excerpt ~

“I did nae have me hands on ye at all, lass,” he responded arrogantly. “And I owe me sire a wee bit of an apology for me thinking last evening because his advice is sound.”

She rolled over and over and right off the edge of the huge bed, but her knees were shaky, so she stumbled, grasping one of the posts that held the bed curtains. Marcus was watching her, his grin widening as he took in his effect on her. He was wearing nothing but his shirt, and his member was sticking out in the front of it.

He’d lulled her into a false sense of ease. She realized he was every bit as menacing as ever and had simply waited for his moment to pounce on her.

“Do nae look at me like that, Helen.” Marcus sat up on the side of the bed and watched her move away. “Ye told me yer maidenhead was the only thing ye have left that is yer own, so I pleasured ye without taking it. Is it so hard to think of me as a man who does nae want to act the brute to ye?” He patted the surface of the bed. “I want ye to choose me.”

Did she dare?

Dare was certainly the correct word. He was looking at her, every inch the hardened man she’d faced time and again, and yet there was much more to him now. He was attempting to push inside her, to that place where no one had ever been, to her deepest feelings. However, he was offering her a glimpse at his own in return.

Such a tangle of possibilities.

She looked at the pile of clothing that she’d left on the bench, caught between the need to maintain her pride and the desire to simply let it go in favor of… Well, she wasn’t sure what exactly she’d find in his bed. She ended up looking back toward him, seeking the answer in his eyes.

“Naught to say?” he asked. “There is a first.”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake,” she exclaimed with her hip roll half laced. “There was a time when I knew how to speak kindly. Why do ye needle me until I can nae hold me tongue?”

He flashed her an arrogant grin. “Because I like ye the way ye are, no’ disguising yer nature to appease everyone about ye. Do ye have any idea how long it has been since a lass was honest with me? Since one came to me seeking me, and no’ me position? Ye are not the only one who feels isolated. As War Chief, I must be hard on the young lads, lest they fail to build up enough strength to survive. Smiling at them would be a disservice.”

Sometime during the night, he’d taken the time to pleat his kilt on a table that ran along the side of the bedchamber. His wide belt was already under it. It took only a moment for him to lean back, grasp the sides of the belt, and pull it all around himself. Most men used the floor, but clearly Marcus wanted to be ready, should there be a need to dress in a hurry during the night.

“It fell to me to either take ye or know without a doubt that I’d be sending me own men up against yer brothers because they refused to admit the cattle were ours.” He was buckling a second belt in place to make sure his kilt was secure. “Ye think I enjoyed it?”

“Yes, ye did,” she answered him. “Somewhat, anyhow. Admit it. Yer nature is suited to yer position.”

He offered her a cocky grin. “If ye’ll match me by admitting ye did nae think to notice I do nae always care for what me duty demands of me. That’s the thing about duty. Ye do it because it needs doing and others depend on ye seeing things through.”

“Fairly spoken,” she said softly while pulling her skirts over her head. The waistband caught on her hip roll, and she began to lace the waistband closed. “Ye are no’ a brute.” His smile was widening with victory. “But swine fits well, for ye knew well ye were twisting words last evening to get me into yer bed.”

He chuckled and opened his arms wide. “Taming a vixen requires cunning.”

Helen felt her temper stir at the use of the word taming.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Comments

  1. Carol Luciano says:

    I absolutely Love Mary Wine's books. Her highlanders are my idea of a true man/ warrior. She's so talented. Her clothes that she sews herself are just amazing. Got my fingers crossed on this one.

    Carol L

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