Tuesday, July 28, 2020

SPOTLIGHT - HISTORICAL ROMANCE - SCOUNDREL'S VENGEANCE (Highlander's Pact, #1) by Sky Purington

SCOUNDREL'S VENGEANCE
Highlander’s Pact, #1
by Sky Purington

Date of Publication: July 23rd 2020
Publisher: Dragonblade Publishing

Genre: Historical Romance

ASIN: B08B6G2PXZ
Number of pages: 175
Word Count: 48K





Tagline: A scandalous second-chance romance rife with passion, intrigue, and a life-altering secret.






BLURB

Despondent from years of war, Keenan returns home to find his clan has been reduced not only in numbers from plague, but the family coffers are nearly depleted. Dedicated to restoring his clan pride, Keenan strikes a bargain with his brothers, they will each marry, but not for love, only for the generous dowries their future wives will bring.



Fionna has suffered the consequences of endless wars and plague, leaving her the unlikely laird of Clan Taylor. When her past love summons her to his keep under the threat of killing her clansmen he captured trying to steal horses, she has no choice but to meet him.

There she discovers a man much changed, heartless and bitter. Especially when he demands that Fionna help him get engaged to her best friend!

Unable to deny him, Fionna plays along, waiting for the right moment to strike, save her clansmen, and celebrate teaching Keenan the hardest lesson of his life.

But not everything is what it seems, and Keenan and Fionna discover that distance and time cannot change what their hearts truly want—each other.

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Highlander's Pact
Book 1 - Scoundrel’s Vengeance
Book 2 - Scoundrel's Fortune
Book 3 - Scoundrel's Redemption
EXCERPT
She wrung out the cloth and turned back, doing her best not to show any reaction to his body. He was far more muscular than before, the hard ridges of his abdomen obvious. Having clearly swung many a sword, his biceps and forceps were larger, too. She cleared her throat and kept her mind to the task instead of focusing on his exceptional physique.
Rather, she eyed the various new scars riddling his upper body. There were so many. Too many. Which told her just how rough things had really been. The endless battles he had fought. The wounds he had suffered. Something she could not help alluding to as she began washing the slash he had received protecting Dougal.
“The battling seems never-ending, aye?” she said softly. “It has taken its toll.”
She had been relieved to hear he’d arrived home safely from France, then felt renewed dread when he went off to fight alongside King David II. It was too much for any one man. She could only imagine the horrors he’d seen. The men he had watched die.
“It hasnae been easy,” he confessed, saying more than she anticipated. But then the look on his face, as she stood close, was telling. He appeared lost as he gazed at her. As though her proximity somehow allowed him to speak freely. To confide.
“Nay.” She understood that he was not just talking about the battling but the illness that had swept through Scotland. Maybe even based on the sentiment she swore flashed in his too-tender gaze, the long years between seeing one another. “Many of my men fought, as well.” She met his gaze, overly aware of the heat coming off his strong body. “Verra few fought alongside both the French and King David, though.” While tempted to touch his cheek to soothe him, she held back. “’Tis a lot, Keenan…for any man.”
“’Twas what needed to be done,” he said softly, his gaze lingering on her. 
For a moment, she thought he was going to reach out and touch her hair like he used to. Or brush his knuckles along her jaw. She nearly closed her eyes, remembering the sensation well. 
Instead, she spoke unintended words. “Why did ye do it?”
“Because Da expected it of me…and because my country needed me.”
“Nay, not that,” she murmured, pouring a dab of whisky over his wound. She really should leave this be, but her curiosity had only been growing. With it, a sense of frustration she couldn’t quite place. “Why was my chamber at yer castle unchanged?” Her gaze returned to his face. “After all these years?”
“I dinnae know,” he said a little too quickly. “Ma left it that way.”
“Did she, God rest her soul,” she replied, not questioning but stating, because she knew he lied. She could see it in his eyes. “Why did ye not change it when ye returned then?”
“There was no reason to.” He shrugged, fibbing away. “Honestly, I didnae give it much thought until I knew ye were coming.”
“Ye mean until I was summoned.” She sighed and wrapped his shoulder with fresh cloth. “Dinnae mistake such for a civil invitation. One that came after so many years.” Her gaze lingered on his face again. She tried to keep emotion from her voice. “After nearly twelve years.” 
His pupils flared, and emotion churned in his gaze, simmering just beneath the surface. He didn’t let them get the better of him any more than she did hers, though. Rather, instead of responding, he redirected the conversation.
“Tell me, Fionna.” He stood, no doubt on purpose. His sheer size a means to prove he was not vulnerable. “Tell me why Clan Cameron just attacked us.” His gaze narrowed. “And why, if I am not mistaken, they thought to take wee Dougal?”
“’Twas not Dougal they were after, but me.” She stood up a little straighter, not letting him intimidate answers out of her. “Their chieftain thought to take me as his wife, and I refused him.” She shrugged. “Now he thinks ‘tis his right to take me with or without my approval.”
“Is he not near yer late da’s age?” He frowned. “And those clansmen were after Dougal. I dinnae doubt that.”
“Their chieftain is younger than Da but still considerably older than I am.” She flinched at the idea of his meaty paws anywhere near her. “And if they thought to take Dougal, ‘twas merely to get me in the end.” She was careful to keep an even expression. “The Camerons know well enough that I take the welfare of my clan’s bairns verra seriously.”
“So, Laird Cameron thought to take Dougal as a bargaining chip?” 
“Aye.” She nodded and started back toward the others only for him to grab her forearm in passing. 
“That is all the more reason ye shouldnae let yer bairns do yer horse thieving,” he rumbled. “Because one of these days, the Camerons will catch one of them, and ye’ll find yerself wedded and bedded in no time.”
“I would attack before I agreed to that,” she assured.
“I dinnae know,” he mused. “Ye didnae attack me.”
“Ye’re not trying to wed me,” she reminded. Or bed me. At least not anymore.
“I amnae,” he agreed, surprising her with how tender he could be one moment, then callous the next. “But then, ye dinnae have something I need.”

“Nay.” She cursed the words—the taunt—the moment it rolled off her tongue. “Or so, ye think.”










Author Info
Sky Purington is the bestselling author of over fifty novels and novellas. A New Englander born and bred who recently moved to Virginia, Purington married her hero, has an amazing son who inspires her daily and two ultra-lovable husky shepherd mixes. Passionate for variety, Sky's vivid imagination spans several romance genres, including historical, time travel, paranormal, and fantasy. Expect steamy stories teeming with protective alpha heroes and strong-minded heroines.

Purington loves to hear from readers and can be contacted at Sky@SkyPurington.com. Interested in keeping up with Sky’s latest news and releases? Either visit Sky’s website, www.SkyPurington.com, join her quarterly newsletter (https://bit.ly/2Mw0yyO), or sign up for personalized text message alerts. Text ‘skypurington’ (no quotes, one word, all lowercase) to 74121 or visit Sky’s sign-up page (https://mobile-text-alerts.com/subscribe/skypurington). Texts will ONLY be sent when there is a new book release. Readers can easily opt out at any time.



The Book Junkie Reads . . . Interview with Sky Purington. . .


How would you describe you style of writing to someone that has never read your work?

Thanks for having me! Where my older work consists of more descriptive prose, nowadays, I’m more of a dialogue writer. Big fan of ‘tight’ writing


Do you feel that writing is an ingrained process or just something that flows naturally for you?

A bit of both. Ingrained because I have to meet daily goals, but when I get started, ideas generally start flowing.


What mindset or routine do you feel the need to set when preparing to write (in general whether you are working on a project or just free writing)?

I always start with an outline, then, as the book progresses, I force myself to meet daily word count goals. If I go over one day, there’s less to do the next. More to do if I come in under the previous day. 


Do you take your character prep to heart? Do you nurture the growth of each character all the way through to the page? Do you people watch to help with development? Or do you build upon your character during story creation?

Absolutely! My characters, like most people, evolve and grow. As a rule, I go into stories having already fleshed out my characters, but every so often, one surprises me with a personality ‘quirk.’ 


Have you found yourself bonding with any particular character(s)? If so which one(s)?

Definitely my arch-wizard and the Highlander at the helm of the entire MacLomain Series, Adlin MacLomain, as well as his apprentice arch-wizard, Grant Hamilton. They’ve appeared in numerous books over the years, helping various characters along. Sometimes they’re the main hero, a secondary or third character, reincarnated or even a ghost. 


What are some of your writing/publishing goals for this year?

To meet all my deadlines! Crazy-busy year. 
I’m currently working on two Highlander series releasing alongside each other. Highlander’s Pact follows the MacLauchlin Clan (see book featured here today). This series is strictly steamy historical romance. Then there’s my MacLomain: End of an Era series- time travel fantasy romance. That one’s chock-full of modern-day witches, sexy medieval Highland wizards, and hot-as-heck dragon-shifter Scots. 
After that, I’m on to my first regency romance with a contribution to the ongoing The Lyon’s Den series. To toast in the New Year, my ongoing Viking Ancestors books continue in the next series, Viking Ancestors: Forged in Fire. Think smokin’ hot alpha Viking dragon-shifters. Yum!


Where would you spend one full year, if you could go ANYWhere, money is not a concern? What would you do with this time?


Good question! I’d go to Ireland, Scotland, the Scottish Isles, and Norway and hang at the non-touristy areas. Really soak up the element. Then I’d find a sweeping getaway at every location and write to my heart’s content.



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3 comments:

  1. This sounds really good. Enjoyed the excerpt

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  2. Thanks so much for featuring Scoundrel's Vengeance! :-)

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