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Countdown to Release Day | TO WEAVE A HIGHLAND TAPESTRY and #Giveaway

I cannot believe it's four weeks until the release of my Highland holiday romance, To Weave A Highland Tapestry! And what better way than to kick-off the celebrations a "wee" bit early, aye? I'm sharing a sneak preview and giving away a $10 Amazon gift card. All you have to do is leave a comment telling me what you're grateful for at this time of year. It can be so easy to get caught up in the hectic holiday season, so I want to take a moment and cherish these autumn days. I'm grateful for so many reasons, but the first that comes to my thoughts is YOU, dear readers!


Winner will be announced on Tuesday, November 26th. In addition, look for the return of Medieval Monday, beginning November 18th. The theme is "celebrations."


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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