Let me explain that Sue-Ellen cannot be here all day but will drop by later to answer comments. She’s in deep deadline dungeon and also has house guests, a perfectly overwhelming combination!

Anyway, be sure to visit her wonderful Tartan Ink blog and check out her fantastic highland romances, the historical ones written in her real name and some delicious paranormal tales, mostly with the absolutely sexiest ghosts you ever met, written as Allie Mackay. The latter are my personal faves but I love all her books. I  majored in history and am a bit of a stickler for authenticity and accuracy; Sue-Ellen never lets me down there! But it never gets in the way of the story–the seamless meld is just perfect.

Seduction is the latest of her releases, just out last month, and is the third in a trilogy about three stalwart Highland women who make a pact to end the fierce struggles among their clans by virtue of each marrying one of  the three battling chiefs, who happen to be their brothers. The first two books, Sins of a highland Devil and Temptation of a Highland Scoundrel are available in both print and e-book form. Sue-Ellen will give a copy of this one away today in either form to the winner’s preference!

Anyway here is one spicy excerpt!

From SEDUCTION OF A HIGHLAND WARRIOR

 Set-up:  Marjory encounters Alasdair in the wood that edges a Harvest Fair.  He was there to fetch one of his men who’d been visiting the “joy women’ who had an encampment in the wood.

Also please note that Marjory’s by-name is “Lady Norn.’

At The Harvest Fair

Alasdair stepped closer, his gaze steady on hers.  “I didnae trust my kinsman no’ to dally.  He’s a man who cannae resist temptation.”

“And you can?”  Marjory could see him enjoying a dalliance, as he called such matters.

It shouldn’t bother her if he had, but unreasonably, it did.

“I’m a man, Norn.”  His voice took on a disturbingly smooth, smoky quality.  “No man can withstand all temptation all the time.  No’ if red blood courses in his veins.”

He touched her hair, his fingers skimming the side of her face as he did so.  “Sometimes the will to resist isn’t as strong as the need.  Did you no’ ken that?  You could tempt a man that way, making him forget reason.”

Marjory lifted a brow.  “How?”

“You only have to breathe.”  A muscle jerked in his jaw and his eyes went dark, smoldering like a deep blue sea caught fire.  She thought she heard him swear ““ she wasn’t sure ““ but his entire mien changed, the transformation doing strange things to her insides.

“Och, lass”¦.”  He shook his head slowly, his gaze not leaving hers.

He lifted her braid, ran his knuckles down the side of her neck.  Her skin prickled, deliciously.  Sensation raced through her, her breasts tightening.  She felt light-headed, breathless.  His big, powerfully-muscled body blocked the tents and even the nearby pines from view, casting them in their own seductive world.

She wanted to reach for him, touch his face, his hair.  But her hand wouldn’t move, her arm remaining motionless.

She could only stare at him, awareness beating inside her.

He looked fierce, intense in a way that made her body heat and her blood race.  Her senses reeled, her earlier anger swept away by need.  His caress, the portent behind his words, scorched the air around them.

“Alasdair”¦.”  His name was all she could say.  She began to tingle again, there where she always did when she thought about him kissing her.

She should be shamed by such wayward yearnings.

She felt excited.

“Please”¦.”  She wasn’t sure what she wanted, perhaps for his hand to stay on her neck.  His touch gave her such pleasurable shivers.

He looked anything but pleased.  Heat still simmered in his eyes.  But it was different and darker now, infinitely more dangerous.

Behind him, someone must’ve lit torches in the clearing.  The flickering light edged his outline, emphasizing his strong, broad shoulders.  How the wind lifted his hair, making her ache to touch the rich auburn strands.  She loved his hair, knew it was his pride”¦.

She wished he’d smile.

Above all, she wanted him to bend his head and kiss her.  Yearnings stirred inside her, making her bold.  And frustrated because his face had gone so stony, so cold.

“I should be away”¦.”  She didn’t want to go anywhere.  Not now, not ever.

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To order Seduction of a Highland Warrior, click here.  (Book 3)

Here is the order link for: Temptation of a Highland Scoundrel  (Book 2)

Here is the order link for Sins of a Highland Devil  (Book 1)

To learn more about my Highland Warriors trilogy, click here.

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