Honor of a Scottish Warrior
The MacLomain Series
Later Years, Book 2
Genre: Time-travel Fantasy Romance
Date of Publication: December 1, 2015
Number of pages: 270
Word Count: 86,200
Cover Artist: Tamra Westberry
Born and raised in South Boston, Nicole is tougher than most. Fearless some might say. Even in light of the fact she might be going deaf. Then her courage is put to the test when her Broun lineage introduces a whole new reality. Time travel exists. An evil enemy awaits her in medieval Scotland. And the newfound Claddagh ring on her finger? It means she has no choice but to travel back to the thirteenth century. Straight into the arms and under the protection of a man she would rather never see again.
Cousin to the Laird, Niall MacLomain wants nothing more than to keep safe the future King of Scotland. Regrettably, that also means keeping safe a headstrong lass from the future. But his honor means everything. No matter how exasperated, he swore that no harm would come to Nicole. However, protecting the feisty redhead ends up stirring his blood in more ways than one.
When Niall and Nicole come together, sparks fly. Excitement. Strife. Desire. But not love. Never that. Determined to work as a team to keep little Robert the Bruce safe, they embark on a non-stop adventure. With help from the MacLomain’s Viking ancestors, they might just stand a chance against Brae Stewart and her villainous partner. More than that, they could very well discover that they fare far better together than they ever did apart.
“I didnae think you were a piece of meat.” Niall ground his jaw. “I would never think that.”
“Then what gave you the right to offer me up to another man!”
“’Twas just a means of pushing you away.” Niall’s tone was low and his eyes level. “But I dinnae feel that way any longer.”
Her brows rose. “Oh, you don’t do you? Well, I hate to break it to you but your chances with me are slim to none.”
The corner of his lips curled up and the look in his eyes was a smidge too knowing. “So there’s a slim chance, is there?”
Disarmed by his cool confidence, she shook her head. “Let me rephrase. There’s no chance.”
Yet she wasn’t storming out of here like she had every right to do. Instead, her feet were frozen to the floor and her eyes still locked with his.
“Nicole?” It was Cassie. “Is everything okay down there?”
Niall and Nicole kept eying one another. Was everything okay? Not in the least. But when she yelled up to her friend, it was that all was well. Go back to sleep. Then she realized Cassie might need help. When she started forward, Niall came to his feet and stopped her. “She's already gone. She knows how to find her way back to Logan.”
Her eyes rose to his. “If we’re going to work toward getting along you need to stop blocking my path…in general.”
“I’ll always block your path if it means protecting you.” His eyes dropped to her hand. “But mayhap ’twill be a path we walk together.”
He was looking at the Claddagh ring that had mysteriously appeared on her finger. A ring whose clear stone would apparently turn to a gem that matched the eye color of the MacLomain wizard she was meant for.
“I think you hope for too much.” She twisted the ring so that the crowned, heart-held stone was facing palm side. “Because I don’t do love. Never have. Never will.”
“Nor I,” he assured, stepping back so she could pass if she wanted to. “But that doesnae mean I haven’t grown curious.”
“Human nature,” she said carefully. “There are two more Brouns coming. There’s a good chance one of them is meant for you.”
“Aye,” he agreed, still standing far too close. “But ’tis not them I’m curious about.”
“You should be. They’re awesome.” Her eyes stayed with his. Why wasn’t she stepping away? What kept her from barely breathing? It was an odd and unfamiliar feeling. “They’re damn beautiful too.”
She got the sense he was as perplexed by his behavior as she was by hers.
“You’re damn beautiful,” he murmured.
Men had always liked her looks and said as much. Yet there was something different about him saying it. Somehow it weighed better on her in an unexplainable way that she couldn’t put her finger on. Then it occurred to her.
He wasn’t saying it to get in her pants.
Outside of her friends, it might just be the most genuine compliment anyone had ever given her. Startled by the revelation, she tore her eyes away. Though she wasn’t in the least, she said, “I’m tired. Where should I crash?”
“In our chamber,” he said. “I’ll show you the way.”
Her brows flew together as her eyes shot back to his. “Our chamber?”
“Aye. ’Tis far too dangerous now to have you out of my sight.” Then an edge of humor met his voice. “But worry naught. There are two beds.”
“Yet every time I’ve woken up since traveling back in time, I’m in your arms,” she muttered and strode for the stairs.
About the Author:
Sky Purington is the best-selling author of eighteen novels and several novellas. A New Englander born and bred, Sky was raised hearing stories of folklore, myth and legend. When combined with a love for nature, romance and time-travel, elements from the stories of her youth found release in her books.
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