Highland Spitfire by Mary Wine – Exclusive Excerpt and Giveaway

New from Mary Wine, the queen of sizzling, page-turning Scottish Historical romance: Highland Spitfire releases on February 2. This is the first in Mary Wine’s new Highland Weddings series! To celebrate Mary joins us on the blog to share an exclusive excerpt. Enter the Rafflecopter at the end of the post for a chance to win a print copy of the book (US only please).

1_27 spitfirePassion flares between enemies
Two hotheaded Highlanders, the offspring of feuding lairds, are tricked by the King’s Regent into a desperate choice: marry or die. Bhaic MacPherson is more disposed to lead his clan into battle than stay married to the daughter of his enemy. But perhaps the intensity of his feelings has more to do with desire than hostility.

And the Highlands ignite
Ailis Robertson wanted a husband, not a savage—but when her family was faced with a deadly ultimatum, she had no choice. The union of a MacPherson and a Robertson could end three generations of hostilities between the two families, but can bitter rivals truly become lovers?

Acclaimed author Mary Wine has written over 30 works of erotic fantasy, romantic suspense, and historical romance. An avid history-buff and historical costumer, she and her family enjoy participating in historical reenactments. Mary lives in California with her husband and two sons.

Enjoy an exclusive excerpt:

Bhaic pointed the Head of House toward the door and the woman took the opportunity to hurry out of the chamber.

“Ye’ve had yer way enough today, my Lord Morton.” Bhaic faced off with the man. “Ye will nae be looking on me wife.”

“This marriage will stand or I will return with enough soldiers to destroy your clan.”

“I’ve heard enough threats out of ye too,” Bhaic informed the earl. “Ye have no guards here.”

The earl stood and grinned unpleasantly. “Thinking of trying me, Highlander? You might find it harder than you think to choke the life out of me.”

Bhaic smiled menacingly. “The only thing I’m worried about is that I might enjoy it and have to account for it to St. Peter someday.”

The two men began to circle one another. Bhaic moved toward her and slapped her bottom. “Get up on the bed lass, so ye’re out of the way.”

Her cheeks were on fire now, an instant reaction to the idea of climbing into the large bed at Bhaic’s command.

He’d be a demanding one in bed, for certain.

The thought was misplaced. It was also exciting, if she was willing to admit it. Which she wasn’t. But she climbed onto the bed. The mattress was filled with goose down and the sheets scented with expensive amber, but she was focused on the two men glaring at each other.

“My guards are below,” the earl spoke softly, ominously. “With their rifles aimed at your father’s heart. If I don’t return, they have orders to fire.”

Bhaic only grinned in the face of the earls threat.

“Ye will nae be the first man to discover his authority fading with his death,” Bhaic responded. “Once ye’re dead, they will look for the next leader who is still among the living. That’s the way with ye men who worship position and power.”

“And ye’ll go back to fighting over something yer grandfather did,” the earl straightened, abandoning his fighting pose. “Tell me something, Highlander, is it better to fight for yourself or for a man who is long dead? You will be Laird of the MacPherson soon. Are you going to happily condemn hundreds of your own kin to death because you want to continue a feud that is three generations old? And one that started with a jilted groom and a fat dowry? Where’s the honor in sending your clansmen to their deaths over something so very done with?”

There was a long silence in the chamber.

“I’ll be remembering who I am,” Bhaic answered, but his forehead furrowed and he straightened out of his fighting position.

“Thinking about it, aren’t you?” the earl questioned smoothly. “Do that, son of the MacPhersons. Think long and hard about the fact that right now, you can choose a brighter future for your clan. You claim to put them above all else. Consider doing it instead of just talking about it.”

“I married the Robertson wench to protect them, did nae I?”

The earl nodded. “Words mean little without action. Unconsummated, your vows mean nothing. I am not a fool. I will know if you send her back to her father. I also know it will nae be an easy union. Yer clan will only accept her as their mistress if ye make it clear she is yer choice.” He turned to look at Ailis. “Ye wanted peace enough to wed, but it will take far more than words spoken in front of a priest.”

The earl walked to the door and pounded on it. His guards pulled the small view hatch open and looked at him before opening the door.

“I may not be a Highlander, but I assure you, I am devoted to Scotland as deeply as you are. I’ll see this country united, even if I have to snuff out the life of those who cannot move into the future. Marriage or destruction. Make your choice, future laird and lady of the MacPhersons.”

The earl left the room and his men closed the door. The sound echoed inside the chamber like a rifle shot. Ailis tightened her hands around the foot post of the bed, holding her breath as she waited to see what Bhaic would do.

Well, what are ye planning to do?

She really had no idea. Matters had seemed so clear while she bathed. Now, the earl’s words were echoing inside her head. It was as if her thoughts were frozen.

“I suppose, the man has a valid point.” Bhaic said, his tone clearly displeased, but nonetheless accepting. “A very good one.”

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Comments

  1. kim amundsen says:

    New author for me exciting.

  2. interesting excerpt

  3. Natasha Persaud says:

    Mary is a new author to me however I love discovering new authors and their works I’ve added all her books to my TBR

  4. Love your books Mary.

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