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A Happy Release Week for TO WEAVE A HIGHLAND TAPESTRY

My sincere thanks to everyone who made my new release To Weave A Highland Tapestry a huge success! It was a fabulous week, and I'm overjoyed by all the wonderful reviews.


I'm sure many heard my shout across social media on Monday, which was the official release day. Since I'm in the middle of Medieval Monday, I kept the announcement to a low murmur here on my blog. But I'm no longer quiet!


Sneak preview from To Weave A Highland Tapestry

Gwen approached quietly by his side. “Pity. It was a great throw.”


“Aye,” he acknowledged softly. “One of my best. My brother, Adam was a champion at this game. I should have studied him more.”


“Interesting,” she mused.


Straightening, Patrick started forward. “I can help ye pick more mushrooms. Are they for the Midwinter feast?”


“Yes. Apparently, they’re for an onion and cabbage dish. Sounds delicious. I’m amazed at how all the women have managed here in this time-period.”


“I had heard it was a struggle in the beginning for them.” He glimpsed sideways at her. “How do ye find being here? I cannot fathom what ye must miss.”


She shrugged. “There’s simplicity here. I’d almost call it serenity. I’ve learned a lot this past month. Whereas, in my town you can go crazy trying to keep up with everything.” Gwen waved a hand outward. “And don’t get me started on city life. Traffic congestion, speedy drivers, people always on their cell—” She giggled. “Sorry. Too confusing for you.”


Patrick smiled, trying to perceive everything the lass was saying. Each time she spoke, her face would light up. There was a musical lilt to her voice that soothed him. He found her enchanting, regardless of the words spewing forth from her. Noting a group of mushrooms, he moved away from Gwen.


“Since you have lost, what about my end of the bargain? I believe I can claim something of value.”


Patrick froze in his steps. Glancing over his shoulder, he stared at her in disbelief. “Ye wish to claim a reward?” Hope soared within his heart as if the sun’s rays stoked the emotion.


Her tongue darted along her lower lip. “Absolutely.”


He turned slowly around. “Name your reward.” Tension coiled within his muscles.


She approached him in an unhurried fashion. “You might have requested one kiss as your reward, but I’ll take four—the same number of times you skipped the stone over the water.”


His heart hammered against his chest. His mind refused to understand the magnitude of her words. “Four?” he uttered in a hoarse voice.


“Four,” she affirmed, stepping closer. “Do not keep me waiting.”


In one swift move, Patrick crushed her to his chest. Her soft curves were warm against his body. “Start counting, leannán.”


She never had a chance to respond as he hungrily covered her mouth with his lips.

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In this delightful scene, I found I couldn't let Patrick win, and I was curious as to how he would respond. Though his hope of winning was quickly vanquished, I knew Gwen would bring the light back into his heart.


And so she did with her love...


I hope you fall in love with Patrick and Gwen's love story this holiday season.


Check out the book page for To Weave A Highland Tapestry here to purchase your copy.


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