Nancy Lee Badger takes over the blog ...
MY BANISHED HIGHLANDER from the MEDIEVAL REDEMPTION Boxed Set
When his clan convicts Cameron Robeson of treason in 1598 Scotland, the last thing he thought his cousin the Laird would do was banish him to the future. With a certain woman on his mind, he plans revenge.
Iona Mackenzie is worried about her friend, Haven, and searches for answers among the tents at the present-day Highland games. Whom can she trust to help? The tall, golden-haired Highlander?
When a magical amulet and an angry sorcerer send this unlikely couple back through time, more than one heart will be broken. Danger, intrigue, and threats surround them, and feelings between Iona and Cameron grow hot and steamy.
With a letter in her hand and a Highlander at her back, what could go wrong?
More About Nancy Lee Badger ...
After growing up in Huntington, New York, award-winning author Nancy Lee Badger attended
College in New Hampshire, married, and raised two sons in a small town in the shadow of New Hampshire’s White Mountains. She is the proud mother of an Army veteran. She moved to North Carolina where she writes full-time. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, Heart of Carolina Romance Writers, Fantasy-Futuristic & Paranormal Romance Writers, the Celtic Heart Romance Writers, and the Triangle Association of Freelancers. Nancy and her family volunteer each fall at the New Hampshire Highland Games surrounded by…kilts! Contact Nancy Lee Badger here…
Blog Website Twitter Facebook Goodreads
LinkedIn Amazon Author Page
To enter Nancy's giveaway,
When his clan convicts Cameron Robeson of treason in 1598 Scotland, the last thing he thought his cousin the Laird would do was banish him to the future. With a certain woman on his mind, he plans revenge.
Iona Mackenzie is worried about her friend, Haven, and searches for answers among the tents at the present-day Highland games. Whom can she trust to help? The tall, golden-haired Highlander?
When a magical amulet and an angry sorcerer send this unlikely couple back through time, more than one heart will be broken. Danger, intrigue, and threats surround them, and feelings between Iona and Cameron grow hot and steamy.
With a letter in her hand and a Highlander at her back, what could go wrong?
MEDIEVAL REDEMPTION, a four author boxed set, was released November 13th and includes over 1.000 pages. It is available at AMAZON for only $.99 (Free for Kindle Unlimited subscribers) The titles include:
The Honor of a Highlander by April Holthaus
The Honor of a Highlander by April Holthaus
More About Nancy Lee Badger ...
After growing up in Huntington, New York, award-winning author Nancy Lee Badger attended
College in New Hampshire, married, and raised two sons in a small town in the shadow of New Hampshire’s White Mountains. She is the proud mother of an Army veteran. She moved to North Carolina where she writes full-time. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, Heart of Carolina Romance Writers, Fantasy-Futuristic & Paranormal Romance Writers, the Celtic Heart Romance Writers, and the Triangle Association of Freelancers. Nancy and her family volunteer each fall at the New Hampshire Highland Games surrounded by…kilts! Contact Nancy Lee Badger here…
Blog Website Twitter Facebook Goodreads
LinkedIn Amazon Author Page
1. Leave a comment about medieval romances - what do you love about them?
2. Comments are open through Saturday, January 9, 10 pm in Baltimore.
3. I'll post the winner on Sunday, January 10.
Mahalo,
Kim in Baltimore
Aloha Spirit in Charm City
Nancy offers an excerpt from MY BANISHED HIGHLANDER ...
Cameron smiled and said, “Remove yer nightclothes, love.”
His endearment brought about a pleasant throbbing between her legs and a slight bout of dizziness. Her breasts felt swollen and heavy. Anticipation drove her to push up onto her knees. She drew the gauzy gown over her head and, even in the dark, she suspected he could see her. The idea made her nipples harden. Tingles tiptoed down her spine to nestle between her buttocks.
“Yer beautiful, love.”
“What now?”
“Kiss me.”
It wasn’t a request, she noted. The reflection in his voice was full of harsh desire. For her. Placing a palm on his chest, she bent and brushed her lips over his. He tasted of Scottish ale and something stronger.
“Have you been drinking whisky?” The overuse of liquor might explain why he showed up in her room and had shucked his clothes. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. She pulled away, but he wrapped a muscled arm around her waist.
“Only one glass with Marcus. I am not drunk, nor would I wish to be. Yer intoxicating kisses be enough.” When he tugged her shoulder, Iona collapsed on top of him.
She squirmed until she lay splayed across his chest and groin. The hard ridge of his desire pressed against her woman’s center, and she gasped. He laughed, and Iona relaxed, soothed by his jovial attitude.
“What do we do next?”
“Iona, ye are a treasure and I wish I could give ye the world.”
“No one can do that.”
“Aye, but I can give ye pleasure, if ye trust in me this night.”
“I was attacked by a sorcerer, traveled through time, and battled knife-wielding ruffians. I’m still following you on this crazy adventure. How could I not trust you? Teach me?”
Cameron smiled and said, “Remove yer nightclothes, love.”
His endearment brought about a pleasant throbbing between her legs and a slight bout of dizziness. Her breasts felt swollen and heavy. Anticipation drove her to push up onto her knees. She drew the gauzy gown over her head and, even in the dark, she suspected he could see her. The idea made her nipples harden. Tingles tiptoed down her spine to nestle between her buttocks.
“Yer beautiful, love.”
“What now?”
“Kiss me.”
It wasn’t a request, she noted. The reflection in his voice was full of harsh desire. For her. Placing a palm on his chest, she bent and brushed her lips over his. He tasted of Scottish ale and something stronger.
“Have you been drinking whisky?” The overuse of liquor might explain why he showed up in her room and had shucked his clothes. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. She pulled away, but he wrapped a muscled arm around her waist.
“Only one glass with Marcus. I am not drunk, nor would I wish to be. Yer intoxicating kisses be enough.” When he tugged her shoulder, Iona collapsed on top of him.
She squirmed until she lay splayed across his chest and groin. The hard ridge of his desire pressed against her woman’s center, and she gasped. He laughed, and Iona relaxed, soothed by his jovial attitude.
“What do we do next?”
“Iona, ye are a treasure and I wish I could give ye the world.”
“No one can do that.”
“Aye, but I can give ye pleasure, if ye trust in me this night.”
“I was attacked by a sorcerer, traveled through time, and battled knife-wielding ruffians. I’m still following you on this crazy adventure. How could I not trust you? Teach me?”
