Thursday, 4 August 2016

Cover Reveal: Wake Me With a Kiss


Coming September 6th.

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away…well, Scotland…Rose lived tucked away from the world with her aunt. Orphaned as a baby and adopted by her aunt, she’s used to her eccentric ways—including her overprotectiveness. But Rose wants more from life. However, she never quite expected for Laird Hamish McTavish—complete with kilt—to change things. The brash, and admittedly braw, man is hardly like the charming men Rose has been dreaming of.
Freshly returned from the battlefield with an unexpected inheritance, highlander Hamish is struggling enough to fit in at the sleepy lowland village. When he comes across a feisty young woman with wild hair and a brash tongue on his land, he doesn’t expect it to lead to more than a five minute argument.
But he cannot help himself. His curiosity is piqued. Who is this young woman surrounded by three slightly-crazed elderly woman seemingly intent on keeping her from the world? He must find out more.
Unfortunately, there are several people more than willing to get in the way of that aim. Rose’s aunt for one—not to mention his late-cousin’s mistress who is determined to replace one cousin with the other. Not only must Hamish deal with his duties and find a way to get close to Rose, he must also find a way to get rid of this abhorrent woman…before she does anything truly evil.

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Don't forget Sinful Confessions is always free on pretty much every ebook platform. 



Lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy and pride. The Cynfell brothers are the very embodiment of a sinful existence. But could the right woman change that?

Wrath

Locked behind the walls of Lockwood Manor, Julian Cynfell, the Marquess of Lockwood whiles away his days writing angry letters, drinking and sleeping. He never expects his solitude to be interrupted by a brazen American heiress.

An American heiress who is expecting a wedding.

Viola Thompson can't believe her luck when the English lord she has been corresponding with for the better part of a year asks her to visit him. This has to mean an offer of marriage surely? Finally, Viola will prove to her family and friends that she is more than a ruined woman with no prospects. Not to mention she knows they will be a love match. No one could write such beautiful letters without being the perfect man.

But when she arrives in cold, dreary England to be faced by a foul-tempered, grizzled--albeit in a handsome way--marquess, her dreams of marriage are quickly dashed. Can she draw the lord out of his melancholy ways? And does she even want to remain in England while rumours of three dead wives circulate around Lockwood?

One thing is for certain, this American heiress has never been one to back down from a challenge--especially when not even the Atlantic Ocean could dampen the patent desire running between them.

Monday, 6 June 2016

Pirates suck, readers don't

So this will be one of many blog posts speaking out about book piracy. It's not a new thing. Every time someone is exposed as a pirate, everyone gets outraged but nothing is done about it. In fact, the people reading it will be my supportive readers who buy my books or download them for free legitimately. Two people were exposed in my newsfeed this weekend. One, a pirate (I won't call them a reader, they don't deserve it) and one a supposed book blogger. Neither seemed to comprehend how downloading a book that was not intended to be free = stealing.

Here's the thing. I write full time. I was able to turn this into a full time job after about 2 years of writing solidly. Finally, my earnings were enough to just about pay my bills and have enough left over to ensure we didn't starve. During this time, I became a single mum and I support my family alone. Our current situation, having moved out of the house I shared with my ex, means I'm currently an hour's commute from the kids' school. (I'm working on getting them transferred). This means to get a 'real' job would be very hard because of the few hours I am actually not driving or looking after children. Sometimes I wish I had a standard 9 - 5 job but my job allows me to earn without, I don't know, hiring a chaffeur and a nanny or something! The world unfortunately sucks when supporting working parents.

But while I've always been able to support us without panicking, certain changes to the publishing world has made it harder and harder. The fact is I'm having to put in more hours than ever before. The only time I'm not working is when I'm feeding kids, driving to and from school, and walking the dog. I'm no different to any other working parent but I deserve to get paid for each and every download of my book. The downturn in the industry is due to many reasons, because the publishing industry is in a very real flux. This does mean every sale is very important.

So pirate sites cost. If you're not sure if a site is a pirate site, ask yourself, does it link to one of the big sellers i.e. Amazon, B&N etc? Sites like Bookbub, Freebooksy etc, will always send you to a legitimate site.

The other form of piracy that is very rife right now is Amazon returns. There's been numerous pushes to get these people who buy a book, read and return for a refund shut down and to get Amazon to own up to changing the policy, but hey, they're the big fish and we're tiny little annoying voices to them so that won't be changing any time soon. A word of warning to those serial returners though--authors do--and have--tracked many down. I can also tell you that I have personally tracked down several piraters downloading books. One woman lived down the road from me--something I discovered from her blog that I found via her email. You are trackable and can be held accountable so be warned. There are people who have been sued for music piracy. I think its only a matter of time before someone gets their ass whooped for book piracy.

So I know those who are reading this aren't pirates but I implore you to keep doing what you're doing. Keep outing them. Keep letting them know there are safe ways to get free books. Authors rely on your support. In my poorer years, I lived off free Kindle books--many of which became all time faves. And of course the Kindle app is free so if they can afford a computer or a phone, they can download with ease. I'm assuming if they download books, they love them. Why not return the favour and consider become a reviewer? You can get a ton of great new releases, if you just leave a short review.

So I guess more than anything, this is a thanks to the real readers out there who wouldn't dream of damaging authors' livelihoods and continue to try to educate the ignorant. Here's to you!


Friday, 5 February 2016

The End of the Vikings?



To Dream of a Highlander takes place on the Isle of Bute, one of the western islands of Scotland in 1230—mid-siege.

The siege is not often written about. The tension between the powerful Norway—who held most of the western islands at the time—had only just started and culminated much later on in the infamous Battle of Largs. In history, this invasion could be considered a mere blip.

But for Walter Steward, the man who built the castle walls and took the island from the Norse originally as a steward of the king, this battle ended dreadfully for him. In defending the castle, he was struck by an arrow and killed.

What is now known as Rothesay castle replaced a wooden castle on the island. In around 1200, William the Lion seized the island from the Norse and Walter began erecting the castle. Alas his defences would prove inadequate when the time came.

King Hakon IV of Norway wanted to assert his rule in the isles and, accompanied by Uspak from the house of Somerled and Olaf of Man, set about hunting down those who were unfaithful for Hakon and the men of the king of Scots who sought power in the isles—such as Walter.

While this fleet spent time seeking out and killing these men, the climax of the expedition did not occur until a year later, in 1230, when they stormed the castle at Bute. It is said that the defenders poured boiling pitch (a substance obtained from tar) and molten led on the attackers but they used shields to protect themselves and cut down the walls. Walter was killed by an arrow and the castle was taken.

However, they could not hold the keep. Alan of Galloway responded by assembling a fleet and upon seeing them, the Norse extracted a ransom of three hundred silver marks and left. This was not the end for Bute. In 1263, Hakon travelled from island to island, demanding allegiance following the king of Scots, Alexander III’s raids of the Norse territory.

This culminated in the Battle of Largs. The Norse were pushed off the mainland but the battle was indecisive, with losses on either side and no clear victor. With the approach of Winter, Hakon vowed to seek revenge in the Spring. Fortunately for Alexander, Hakon never lived to see Spring. His son, Magnus, had little interest in continuing the fight and gave up the Herbrides and the Isle of Man to Scotland for four thousand marks in the Treaty of Perth. This was the beginning of the end of the Norse age.

If you'd like to read more about Vikings, check out my Viking novella ALREK and keep an eye out for Heart of a Viking which is coming late this month. Subscribe to my Amazon page for updates.

Wednesday, 20 January 2016

Sneak Peek! Sinful Possession

The 5th book of the Cynfell Brothers series releases on the 25th so I'm sharing the first chapter of Ash Cynfell's story. Ash is one of the twins and his dashing brother, Harris, also features in his story quite a bit. Ash is a bit unlike the other brothers--very brooding and a bit of a recluse. Can the vibrant Lila Radley change that? Pre-order your copy for only 99c to find out!



Chapter One

London, 1899
Ash Cynfell cracked open an eye. He closed it again at the sight that greeted him. The sense of being watched failed to dissipate so he forced that eye open once more and peered at his reflection.
No, not his reflection. His twin brother.
“What the devil are you doing here?” he grumbled, hearing the gritty tone to his voice. He closed both eyes and concentrated working through the fog that had crowded his mind several hours ago and left him lethargic and almost unable to move from his bed.
“Drinking again, brother?” Harris asked. “On today of all days.”
Ash did not deny it. He worked hard to open both eyes and stare down his brother as he leant over him. While they were identical, Harris didn’t suffer the affliction of red-rimmed eyes or creases on his forehead, as Ash knew he’d currently have if he braved a look in a mirror.
“What do you want?”
“Well, that’s charming.” Harris strode over to the chair in the corner of the bedroom, sat, and lifted yesterday’s newspaper that had been abandoned when his vision had grown too blurry to read it. His brother crossed one leg over the other and flicked the paper open.
Ash clenched his jaw and lifted his gaze to the ornate ceiling of his townhouse bedroom. He took a few breaths and counted to ten. As close as they were, he loathed how Harris had to make such a display about everything. Nothing was ever easy with his brother. Everything had to be dramatic and over-the-top.
“Goddamn it, Harris, piss off and leave me to sleep.”
“It’s seven o’clock.” Harris lowered the paper. “In the evening.”
“And I like my bed.” He resisted the urge to pull the covers and sulk under them much like when they were children.
“You would like it a lot more if you actually got out of it and went in search of company. Honestly, Ash, I’m beginning to have concerns about you. Are you sure you’re my brother? When was the last time you kissed a woman, let alone bedded her?”
He didn’t want to consider it, but he found himself doing so. A year? No, two. It wasn’t that he didn’t have healthy male desires. It was simply that finding a woman took effort. With these constant headaches attacking him, he hardly had the energy.
Not to mention, he did not want to let someone close enough to find out about them.
“I get enough women,” he ground out.
His brother put the paper onto the small table next to the chair and stood. He pushed a hand through dark hair and straightened his waistcoat. Being identical twins had brought them plenty of entertainment as boys and even as young men, but it also brought its annoyances. They had the uncanny ability to purchase the same clothing or pick out the same fabrics at the tailors. Looking exactly like one another grew old and the constant comments, frustrating. The attention from women had been interesting once but no longer—not since the headaches started getting worse.
Harris gave him a disbelieving look but said no more. “Today of all days to drink yourself to sleep...”
Ash forced himself upright, swung his legs over the bed and crossed his arms over his rumpled clothing. This morning he’d been dressed and ready to have a productive day until his vision had begun to blur, a great swathe of dots dancing in front of it. He’d taken immediately to his bed with the knowledge of what was to come.
An agonising pain and a lethargy that barely let him put one foot in front of the other.
He wouldn’t correct his brother. The assumption was always he’d been drinking or that he was too lazy to get out of bed. His family had been assuming that ever since the headaches started when he was a lad. Not the drinking part of course, but he was grateful when he could start legitimately indulging in a tipple to have an excuse for wasting hours and hours in bed.
Far better that than the alternative.
“Since when do my drinking habits concern you?”
“Since you challenged Fred Westerling to a duel and you need a steady hand.”
Ash swung a surprised glance at the clock as if that could somehow tell him the day. But it told him his brother had been right and it was now past seven o’clock. Past the time he was meant to be meeting that damn fool for pistols at...well...dusk.
“Damn it all.” He pushed up from the bed and tried to hide his wince.
His brother shot him a concerned look, and Ash shied away from it. He didn’t want sympathy. The very thought made his gut curdle. He was a man—a strong, fit and healthy one by all accounts. It was just his head that was wrong, somehow.
But it mattered not. Men did not take to their bed like delicate ladies because of a mere headache.  He still recalled his mother saying as much when he’d first begun suffering this affliction. Her sharp voice practically grated his memory, and he resisted the desire to wince once again.
“Do you think he will still be there?” They’d planned to meet on the small green behind Westerling’s house. Harris was to be his second.
“You’d better hope not. In the state you’re in, you’ll never be able to shoot straight.”
“I could be dead and still shoot Westerling.” The man was a terrible shot, no matter how much he bragged.
“Shoot him, yes, but in your condition you’ll miss your mark.” Harris handed over the necktie Ash had been scanning the room for. “I know you have no intention of killing the man.”
“A little nick to the arm will give him a fright enough.”
His brother peered at him. “I am afraid, brother, no man would look at you and think you could shoot straight at present. I do not really want to have to start telling people my twin brother is a murderer.”
“You won’t have to,” he snapped. As long as his vision did not cloud again—which it should not as the headaches never struck him twice in one day—he’d be able to give Westerling a scare and come away unscathed.
“Is a lady really worth prison time over?”
“Of course.”
Ash could not quite remember which lady it was he’d caught Westerling forcing himself upon. The man had a habit of being ungentlemanly and that had been the last straw for him. No woman should have to tolerate such behaviour, and the poor lady had blamed herself for allowing herself to be near him, such was the man’s reputation. No more, Ash had vowed, and thus he had challenged the blackguard.
“I imagine you have no plans on bedding her either.”
“None at all.” He finished tying his necktie in a messy knot. He kept no valet and minimal staff. It was easier to keep his affliction quiet that way. Did it matter if it meant he never looked quite as turned out as his brother? He didn’t think so.
“Now I’m convinced. You cannot be a Cynfell.”
“If I’m not a Cynfell, then neither are you,” Ash snapped back. He saw the teasing glint in his brother’s eyes and rolled his own. “Come, let us get this debacle over with. If the man is still even there. He must know he hadn’t a hope in hell of shooting me in the near dark.”
Ash finished tidying up his appearance and retrieved his pistol. They took Harris’ carriage to Green Park, and he ordered the driver to wait. He wasn’t sure his brother had any confidence in his ability to shoot at all and half-expected him to need a quick trip to the doctor.
He narrowed his gaze at the dark shadows of the trees. Lamps lit the streets and the night was a silvery colour but he saw no sign of Westerling.
“He’s given up!” Harris declared.
The park was empty—one of the reasons they’d chosen to duel in the evening rather than the traditional morning. It was unlikely anyone would create a fuss about them duelling, but he wasn’t a fan of having his illegal behaviour in the gossip rags. Let him leave the column inches to his other brothers.
He smirked. Who were steadily becoming less newsworthy than even himself, which was saying something. Four of his brothers were busy playing doting husbands, and three were now fathers. Only Pierce and his countess hadn’t opted for extending the Cynfell pack. With his wife already having a fully grown child, he could not quiet blame them.
 A pang of guilt struck him when he thought of his nieces and nephews. He hadn’t even met Viola and Julian’s most recent baby. Not that they expected him to visit, given his reputation, but he had to be about the worst uncle in the world.
“Wait.” Harris drew his attention to the park.
A movement. “Is that him?” They moved toward the shadowy figure. It was Westerling. The fellow seemed to stagger, stop...then he collapsed.
“What in the devil?” Ash hastened forward and came to the man’s side. Something damp met his fingertips and a rasping breath told him all was not well.
“Damn you, Cynfell,” Westerling rasped. “He killed me.”
“Who killed you?” Harris glanced around but saw no one.
Only a bubbling sound and the thump of Westerling’s hands falling to the side answered him.
“Ash, we need to get a doctor.”
“Too damned late for that by the looks of it,” his brother muttered but sprinted off toward the houses.
His eyes adjusted to the dim light of the park, and he saw the dark stain of blood on Westerling’s clothes. Whoever had hurt him had done so with the intention of killing him.
He stiffened at the sound of crunching leaves. Taking a glance around, he saw no movement but then...his heart bounded into his chest. A woman’s scream. Without thought, he was on his feet and racing toward the source of the noise. Another scream. It pierced his insides. This was a scream of terror.
He spilled out of the park and paused. Not far from Spencer House, he spied the woman. A man had her pinned against the brick wall of the building next to the mansion, and Ash caught the glint of a knife as the golden glow of lamps bounced off it. He barely recalled covering the distance between them or barrelling into the attacker. The sting of his knuckles told him he’d struck the man and the cry in his ear announced the safety of the victim. The man kicked out, knocking him in the gut and forcing the air from his lungs. Whoever he was, he easily matched him. Ash didn’t even manage to catch a glimpse of his features before he wriggled away and ran.
The crying woman prevented him from giving chase. He turned his attention back to her and stilled. She wore an emerald green evening gown, cut low across her shoulders and breasts. Several scratches marred the pale skin there. Diamonds glinted on her neck and wrists, and they shimmered with her trembling movements.
Really, he should have chased the criminal, but how could he abandon her?
“You’re safe now,” he announced.
She lifted an unsteady hand to her mouth, and he admired the slender fingers beneath white gloves. Her red-rimmed gaze met his. In spite of the tears and the clear horror in her gaze, Ash couldn’t fail to notice how beautiful they were. Vibrant green, slightly slanted, with dark lashes that few fair-haired women were blessed with. They screamed innocent and wholesome yet were utterly alluring.
And her hair. It had fallen from whatever intricate style it had been in and skimmed over her shoulders. One golden curl nearly reached her waist. He longed to finger it.
“I-I saw him.”
He offered an awkward hand, pressing it to her bare arm. Cold skin met his fingertips, and he quickly undid his jacket and slung it over her shoulders. She leaned into him slightly as he did so, making his heart expand.
Ash bit back a groan. There had always been something that appealed to him about a woman in need. He’d dreamed of being a hero in his younger years until the headaches had taken hold. Maybe he would have captained a ship or gone exploring. Something bold and courageous, and he’d return home and the ladies would adore him. Perhaps he would save a woman or two in his travels. He’d never been able to resist the little girls on his father’s estate wanting his help to catch a frog or climb a tree, and that hadn’t changed in his adulthood.
Ash kept his arm around the woman. “What is your name?”
“Miss L-Lila Radley.”
“Ash Cynfell.” He never bothered to use the courtesy title that came with being one of the many sons of a marquess. “No harm will come to you.”
She looked up at him, those wide eyes seeming to burrow deep down inside him. “I saw that man kill the other man.”
A sinking sensation struck his gut. Poor woman. Not only had she been nearly killed, she’d seen what looked to be a murder happen in front of her. He was tempted to ask her why she was out alone, but he didn’t wish to make her feel any worse.
Several people began to spill out of Spencer House. Whoever was renting it at present must have been hosting a party. He noted his brother with a man in tow, heading toward Westerling’s body.
“Were you attending the party here?”
Miss Radley nodded.
“Let us find someone to take care of you.”
She drew in a long sniffle and nodded again, holding his jacket tight around her. It would smell of her perfume later. His gut clenched.
“Thank you for your help—”
He didn’t get to speak to her again. A hustle of people washed down the steps from Spencer House, all decked in their finery. He gathered they were her family and friends as they surrounded her, forcing him back. His brother tapped his arm, but he kept his attention on the beautiful woman. Her gaze clung to his.
“I found a bobby,” Harris murmured. “Ash.”
His brother’s serious tone brought his attention back to him, and he tore his gaze from Lila. “Yes?”
“This was not some random attack. Well, perhaps it was. Not premeditated as they say. But the fiend who did it...a serial killer.”
The news punched him like a fist to the gut. “There’s been nothing in the papers.”
“The police did not want to cause a panic, but from what I overheard, this type of attack—at this time of day on a lone man, by knife—is becoming a weekly occurrence.”
“Lord Almighty,” he breathed. “It could just be a similar attack though, surely?”
Harris lifted a shoulder. “The doctor said it was the same.” He offered a tilted but grim smile. “Not a lot of fun watching him poke around Westerling’s body but who knows how much they will tell us?”
“You always were a sneaky bastard.”
Harris flashed a half-hearted smile. “Hey, if you are determined to get yourself involved in a murder, I have to look out for you. After all, if something happened to you, I would no longer be known as the handsome twin.”
“Handsome, my arse. We’re identical.”
“Very well, the charming one then.”
He had to give him that one. Harris was by far the more charming of them both. Ash let out a long, low curse. He should have been here. Damned headache. Westerling was an ass and a blackguard but to be murdered? Ash supposed the women he’d attacked would not feel any remorse. He glanced toward Lila.
She had not deserved to witness as much, however. This was his fault.
“You realise you could be in danger.”
Ash snorted. “How so?”
“You saw the killer.”
“I saw very little before receiving a punch to the gut.”
“Too busy admiring the beautiful debutante eh?”
He turned his full attention on his brother. “Pardon?”
Harris chuckled, but his expression grew serious. A strange look for his brother indeed. “She could be in danger too.”
This caught his attention fully. “Because she saw the murderer.”
“She’s a witness.”
“Yes.” Ash pushed a hand through his hair. Bloody Goddamn headaches. Why could he not have ignored it and simply arrived on time? None of this would have happened.
He should warn her. If the police were trying to keep the murder quiet, who knew if they’d even tell her? Ignoring his brother, he marched after the crowd of people as they ushered Lila back into the house. Because she was surrounded by what looked to be hundreds of worried relatives, he hung back to wait for his chance.
Lila mustered a brave smile. It didn’t matter that now was not the time nor the place. His gaze skimmed her d├ęcolletage as she leant in and spoke with someone. Those golden curls spilling over creamy skin only intrigued him further. No doubt she was receiving so much attention because of her looks, but it was the bold tilt of her chin and the brave set of her shoulder that drew him completely in. He’d have expected most women to have fallen into a swoon by now.

Wednesday, 12 August 2015

New Release: Sinful Liaisons #99c


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Lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy and pride. The Cynfell brothers are the very embodiment of a sinful existence. But could the right woman change that? 

Greed 

It’s not every day a duchess comes across a naked man on the roadside. It’s not every day a duchess takes said naked man home with her. But Evelyn Chesworth can hardly leave the poor man in nought but his skin on the dangerous road to London. Particularly when he’s so attractive... 

Lord Pierce Cynfell is in a world of trouble. With his brother threatening to cut him off and his gambling debts increasing, his beautiful rescuer couldn’t have come at a better time. He can’t help but be attracted to the worldly, mature woman. 

So he certainly isn’t going to say no when she offers to write off his debts in return for one thing—his body. 

However, it soon becomes clear more than his body is becoming involved. While everyone else might think he’s only there for the money, the beautiful widow slowly draws him deeper until he wants to unlock every secret buried beneath those tight corsets. 

Evelyn might let Pierce beneath her corsets but she’s determined it will be no more than that. She has loved and lost twice in her life and won’t let that happen again. Meanwhile, she has too many other things to worry about—like the preservation of her son’s land. 

When Pierce begins to show himself as more than a skilled lover, Evelyn has a choice—let herself be vulnerable again or send away the man who lights a fire in her body, heart and soul. 


Friday, 10 July 2015

Cover Reveal and Giveaway: Sinful Liaisons

Sinful Liaisons Cover Reveal
Book 3 of the Cynfell Brothers Series


Lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy and pride. The Cynfell brothers are the very embodiment of a sinful existence. But could the right woman change that?

Greed
It’s not every day a duchess comes across a naked man on the roadside. It’s not every day a duchess takes said naked man home with her. But Evelyn Chesworth can hardly leave the poor man in nought but his skin on the dangerous road to London. Particularly when he’s so attractive...

Lord Pierce Cynfell is in a world of trouble. With his brother threatening to cut him off and his gambling debts increasing, his beautiful rescuer couldn’t have come at a better time. He can’t help but be attracted to the worldly, mature woman.

So he certainly isn’t going to say no when she offers to write off his debts in return for one thing—his body.

However, it soon becomes clear more than his body is becoming involved. While everyone else might think he’s only there for the money, the beautiful widow slowly draws him deeper until he wants to unlock every secret buried beneath those tight corsets.

Evelyn might let Pierce beneath her corsets but she’s determined it will be no more than that. She has loved and lost twice in her life and won’t let that happen again. Meanwhile, she has too many other things to worry about—like the preservation of her son’s land.

When Pierce begins to show himself as more than a skilled lover, Evelyn has a choice—let herself be vulnerable again or send away the man who lights a fire in her body, heart and soul.

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