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Genre: <\/strong><\/span>Historical Romance (mid nineteenth century)<\/strong><\/p>\n Release Date:<\/strong><\/span> 31st March<\/strong> 2016<\/strong><\/p>\n Publisher:<\/span>\u00a0 <\/strong>\u00c1ccent Press<\/strong><\/p>\n SWORD DANCE (Book 3) <\/u><\/p>\n Cape Wrath, Scotland, November 1847.<\/p>\n Bruce McGunn, laird of Wrath in the far North of Scotland, is as brutal and unforgiving as his land. Discharged from the army, haunted by the spectres of his fallen comrades and convinced he is going mad, he is running out of time to save his estate from the machinations of Cameron McRae, heir to the McGunn’s ancestral enemies.<\/p>\n When the clipper carrying McRae\u2019s new bride docks at Wrath harbour, McGunn decides to hold the woman to ransom and use her to get more time to repay his debts. However, far from the spoilt heiress he expected, Rose is genuine and funny – a ray of sunshine in the long winter that has become his life. She is also determined to escape.<\/p>\n As Rose runs away to be reunited with her husband, she discovers there is a sinister side to the dazzlingly handsome aristocrat she married after a whirlwind romance. Why was Cameron so desperate to get her father’s military journal? Why did he insist on keeping their wedding a secret? She is even more confused when Bruce catches up with her and she starts to feel irresistibly attracted to him. Soon she risks her marriage to help Bruce find the truth about his past and solve the mystery of the brutal murders committed on his land. Will her love be enough to heal his haunted heart?<\/p>\n EXCERPT<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n Excerpt from SWORD DANCE (608 words)<\/strong><\/p>\n \u2018What are you doing? Please stop,\u2019 she breathed, as his lips trailed along the curve of her throat.<\/p>\n If only he could… He looked up and the seductive power of her sultry, heavily made-up eyes gleaming in the moonlight hit him like a bolt of lightning. Every fibre of his body reacted to the feel of her soft body against his, the warm fragrance of her skin. She was right, though. What the hell was he doing? Once again he reminded himself that he had no right to feel that way, no right to want her, but damn it, the woman would tempt a saint. And he was no saint.<\/p>\n He swallowed a deep, hard breath, released her and made himself step back. \u2018All right. We\u2019ll stay here a while and wait until McRae and his remaining guests have gone to bed. Where\u2019s your horse?\u2019<\/p>\n \u2018I left it tied to a post behind the hunting lodge.\u2019<\/p>\n \u2018What about your bag?\u2019<\/p>\n \u2018It\u2019s still strapped to the saddle. By the time I spoke to the girls and the musicians, we had to get ready to come here.\u2019<\/p>\n \u2018How did you manage to get into the hunting lodge without being seen by McRae\u2019s men?\u2019<\/p>\n \u2018It wasn\u2019t easy. I got stuck as I sneaked in through one of the downstairs windows and ripped my – \u2019<\/p>\n \u2018You got stuck?\u2019 He would have laughed if he weren\u2019t so angry.<\/p>\n \u2018The musicians had to pull me in. We had to be quick and very quiet, because Cameron\u2019s men were in the kitchen.\u2019<\/p>\n Damn the woman. Didn\u2019t she care about the danger she put herself in?\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2018So, after clambering through a window, you had the brilliant idea to disguise yourself as a dancer and throw yourself into the lion\u2019s den.\u2019<\/p>\n She flinched at the harshness of his tone. \u2018I thought I could avoid bumping into Cameron.\u2019<\/p>\n \u2018You bump into everything and anything you come across, why not McRae?\u2019 he interrupted, taut with temper. \u2018He could have recognised you when you were with the others in the music room.\u2019<\/p>\n \u2018Then I would have confronted him and exposed him for the liar and the debauched rake he is in front of all his guests!\u2019 The baubles on her necklace tinkled like little bells as she shook her head.<\/p>\n \u2018Weren\u2019t you afraid of all those men ogling you, lusting after you?\u2019 Me included, he remembered, guilt tightening his chest.<\/p>\n \u2018Well, I… I didn\u2019t think I would have to dance. My plan was to get into the castle and hide until I could speak to Lady Sophia. Unfortunately, Cameron\u2019s manservant was watching us like a hawk and I had no choice but to go into the music room with the others. The girls promised to create a diversion so that I could sneak out unnoticed.\u2019<\/p>\n \u2018A diversion? That\u2019s a mild way of putting it,\u2019 he sneered. \u2018The girls\u2019 dancing was… ahem… striking, to say the least. Ask that poor old man who collapsed.\u2019 He drew in a deep breath. \u2018Anyway, where did you learn to dance like that?\u2019<\/p>\n She lowered her eyes, snapped a leaf from a nearby bush and tore it into tiny pieces that spiralled to the ground. \u2018Malika taught me, in secret. She always said I was good enough to be one of them.\u2019<\/p>\n She was right, her dancing had been entrancing, mesmerising, but he wasn\u2019t going to tell her. \u2018I still can\u2019t believe you took such risks tonight, just to talk to McRae\u2019s fianc\u00e9e. It was stupid and foolhardy.\u2019 And damned brave, too, even though he would never admit it. Gripped by conflicting urges, he towered above her, his fists clenched and his jaw set.<\/p>\n BUY LINKS<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n AMAZON UK<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n
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