What Appeals About Highlanders?
There is something innately sexy and thrilling about a
Highlander. Especially one from the past.
What appeals? The kilt? The sword? The longish hair blowing
in the wind? All of the above to be sure. Usually these laddies are brawny and
muscular and huge—in all the right places. They have the touch of barbarian,
something dangerous and primal. He's carnal, sexy, and sensuous. Not afraid to
voice his needs and his wants.
Delve under the handsome, gruff, tough exterior and you
find an honorable, stout heart. A man capable of deep emotion and passion.
Or so the romance novels tell us. And why not? Its fantasy,
it’s fun! Who wants to read of a short, toothless, dirty warrior who lives in a
mud hut? Not me! Bring on the six foot four stud who wields a large sword and
wears nothing but a kilt~
One of my favorite reads is "Kiss of the
Highlander" By Karen Marie Moning. Time-travel? Sexy highlander? Alpha,
kilted sex bomb?
Perfect. After I read this a couple of years ago, I vowed I
would try to write a highlander time-travel of my own.
In MY HIGHLANDER COVER MODEL, my Cailin Thorburn is
everything I find appealing about a romance novel highlander. This is fantasy
all the way with a dash of magic thrown in.
I have a e-copy of MY HIGHLANDER COVER MODEL available for
two lucky winners on this blog tour!
Tell me, what do you love about Highlanders? Or, tell me
your ideal hero and what era he would time travel from to find you! Comment and
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My Highlander Cover Model
by Karyn Gerrard
Skye Bancroft is a
hard-working assistant art director at Night Moon Publishers. Dealing with the
occasional spoiled and egocentric model is part of her job description. But she
didn’t count on one so delusional to think he was a Scotsman from the highlands
of 1814.
Cailin Thorburn is every woman’s dream—a warrior who is fierce,
passionate, and wields a very large sword. Rendered unconscious during battle,
he awakens in another place, time, and seemingly in another man’s body. Was it
all a dream? Convincing the bonnie lass, Skye, that he is Cailin, the Highland
warrior, is a daunting task.
Can an extraordinary man from another world prove he is who he claims to
be? Will their attraction be enough, or is Cailin just a cover model in a kilt?
About
The Author:
Karyn lives in a small town in the western corner of
Ontario, Canada. She wiles away her spare time writing and reading romance
while drinking copious amounts of Earl Grey tea. Tortured heroes are a
favorite. A multi-published author with a few best-sellers under her belt,
Karyn loves to write in different genres and time periods.
As long as she can avoid being hit by a runaway moose
in her wilderness paradise, she assumes everything is golden.
Karyn’s been happily married for a long time to her own hero. His encouragement keeps her moving forward.
Karyn’s been happily married for a long time to her own hero. His encouragement keeps her moving forward.
Website:
www.karyngerrard.com
Email: karyngerrard@gmail.com
Blog: www.karyngerrard.com
Twitter: @KarynGerrard
Excerpt:
“Listen,
Skye. I am from 1814. I swear this on the honor of my clan.” He stood, reached
for the sword leaning against the wall, and pulled it out of the scabbard. He
swung the blade around his head in a perfect arc. Tossing the sword behind his
back, he caught it and whipped it around to his front in another deft move. He
lowered the sword point-side down in front of him and his hands gripped the
pommel. “This is my sword, the one I carried into battle. I am a warrior of the
clan Macbeth. I had it in my hand when I was pulled from my place in time.
Think about it, lass. We both are called Thorburn? You say this Roderick held
the sword before he swooned? There is druid magic at work here, no mistake.”
Skye
barely registered his words. She was still staring at his sexy sword. How in
hell had he learned those moves? She marveled once again at his potent, masculine
presence. Somehow, it seemed to have increased, unless she was more attracted
to him than she’d originally thought. Admitting she was simultaneously
impressed and turned on, she then thought of his words. Eighteen fourteen. Warrior. Battle. Druid. Magic.
She
subconsciously stepped back from him. The red welt on his forehead still looked
angry and swollen. But this delusion seemed too detailed to spring from a crack
in the noggin.
“Briagha, sibh glé briagha,” he whispered.
“What
did you say, Roderick?”
He
tossed the sword to the chair and strode toward her with stealthy purpose.
“Cailin.
You will call me Cailin. No’ this Roderick, agreed?”
He
cupped her face; his fingertips stroked her jaw. Bolts of electric heat moved
through her body straight to her toes. Her brain grew foggy and confused from
his intoxicating touch. Drool would dribble down her chin at any moment. Skye
gulped deeply. The smart thing to do would be to humor him.
“Okay,
Cailin. Whatever you want.”
He
leaned down and his mouth captured hers. Soft, hot, heat and full, talented
lips. Roderick…Cailin—whatever—kissed her as she’d never been before. It was
fierce, commanding, and sensual as hell. Yet he tempered the forceful action
with the gentle touch of his fingers as they caressed her cheeks. He moved down
her neck, stroking with heated purpose while his mouth continued its plunder.
Okay,
this was way hotter than when he’d
had her against the wall in the studio earlier. Her physical response was
immediate. Her breasts tightened, her nipples hardened, and her stomach dipped
to the floor. He slipped his tongue between her teeth and curled around hers in
an intimate, desirable dance. To hell
with it. She flung her arms around his neck and stood on her tippy-toes to
take more of his devastating kiss.
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