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Thursday, February 16, 2017

Guest Post with Author Mary Wine and Giveaway

Meet Mary Wine author of Highland Vixen.

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

3 qualities every love interest needs

Interest-and I’m not talking about the passion. I mean personality. My characters need to complement each other, make sparks off one another and be willing to stay true to themselves. I want to see them learn to appreciate each other for their differences. There is an Asian saying…’Marry your best friend, for that will matter most of all in the end’….and by best friend, I mean cohort in crime, your side kick.

Second honor. That’s a big concept. A warrior is a man who would rather not have to fight. He’s a man who holds the line with his word and his deeds. In the era of these Highlander books, you have to understand that there are no locks on the doors to the homes. People had to be able to trust one another. A village needed to rely on one another. Being Laird was far more than just having all the power, it was knowing that your behavior had consequences.

Compassion- I love seeing my characters fall in love and love wasn’t something sought in this era. It was really rather selfish of someone to seek out love when there were other reasons to marry. I think a lot of people miss the fact that if you were the lairds son, it meant you needed to be compassionate towards the fact that the clan relied on you to make a good alliance through your marriage. More compassion was needed between those two people to make a marriage that was sound and happy. The daughter of the laird was expected to leave everything she knew to marry a stranger and do it with compassion. Talk about the ultimate blind date!

Fierce Highland war chief seeks comely lass for fun, frolic, and marriage

Marcus MacPherson is every inch the fearsome Highlander. He’s used to men averting their eyes and women cowering before him. He thinks he’ll eventually settle down with a nice, obedient bride. Instead, he gets Helen Grant… Stubborn as the day is long, fearless and dedicated to raising as much hell as possible, Helen is definitely going to challenge Marcus. And challenge him some more. And then some.

It’s anyone’s guess who’ll win this battle of the heart…

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“I did nae have me hands on ye at all, lass,” he responded arrogantly. “And I owe me sire a wee bit of an apology for me thinking last evening because his advice is sound.”

She rolled over and over and right off the edge of the huge bed, but her knees were shaky, so she stumbled, grasping one of the posts that held the bed curtains. Marcus was watching her, his grin widening as he took in his effect on her. He was wearing nothing but his shirt, and his member was sticking out in the front of it.

He’d lulled her into a false sense of ease. She realized he was every bit as menacing as ever and had simply waited for his moment to pounce on her.

“Do nae look at me like that, Helen.” Marcus sat up on the side of the bed and watched her move away. “Ye told me yer maidenhead was the only thing ye have left that is yer own, so I pleasured ye without taking it. Is it so hard to think of me as a man who does nae want to act the brute to ye?” He patted the surface of the bed. “I want ye to choose me.”

Did she dare?

Dare was certainly the correct word. He was looking at her, every inch the hardened man she’d faced time and again, and yet there was much more to him now. He was attempting to push inside her, to that place where no one had ever been, to her deepest feelings. However, he was offering her a glimpse at his own in return.

Such a tangle of possibilities.

She looked at the pile of clothing that she’d left on the bench, caught between the need to maintain her pride and the desire to simply let it go in favor of… Well, she wasn’t sure what exactly she’d find in his bed. She ended up looking back toward him, seeking the answer in his eyes.

“Naught to say?” he asked. “There is a first.”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake,” she exclaimed with her hip roll half laced. “There was a time when I knew how to speak kindly. Why do ye needle me until I can nae hold me tongue?”

He flashed her an arrogant grin. “Because I like ye the way ye are, no’ disguising yer nature to appease everyone about ye. Do ye have any idea how long it has been since a lass was honest with me? Since one came to me seeking me, and no’ me position? Ye are not the only one who feels isolated. As War Chief, I must be hard on the young lads, lest they fail to build up enough strength to survive. Smiling at them would be a disservice.”

Sometime during the night, he’d taken the time to pleat his kilt on a table that ran along the side of the bedchamber. His wide belt was already under it. It took only a moment for him to lean back, grasp the sides of the belt, and pull it all around himself. Most men used the floor, but clearly Marcus wanted to be ready, should there be a need to dress in a hurry during the night.

“It fell to me to either take ye or know without a doubt that I’d be sending me own men up against yer brothers because they refused to admit the cattle were ours.” He was buckling a second belt in place to make sure his kilt was secure. “Ye think I enjoyed it?”

“Yes, ye did,” she answered him. “Somewhat, anyhow. Admit it. Yer nature is suited to yer position.”

He offered her a cocky grin. “If ye’ll match me by admitting ye did nae think to notice I do nae always care for what me duty demands of me. That’s the thing about duty. Ye do it because it needs doing and others depend on ye seeing things through.”

“Fairly spoken,” she said softly while pulling her skirts over her head. The waistband caught on her hip roll, and she began to lace the waistband closed. “Ye are no’ a brute.” His smile was widening with victory. “But swine fits well, for ye knew well ye were twisting words last evening to get me into yer bed.”

He chuckled and opened his arms wide. “Taming a vixen requires cunning.”

Helen felt her temper stir at the use of the word taming.

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  1. Sounds great and love the theme and setting; thanks for the chance to win :)

  2. I love a strong female who can put a man in their place! Thanks!

  3. I' m going to enjoy reading about Marcus & Helen. I love Mary Wine's Highlanders. Thanks for this opportunity to win.
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  4. I'm always drawn to stories about Highlanders

  5. Scottish Highlander men are really hot. I've read most of Mary's books and have this on my "wish list".

  6. Thank you for the giveaway & excerpt

  7. I enjoyed the excerpt. They sound like a matched pair.

  8. OCH Mary,
    Ah wid loove tae win! Ah wanna read aboot yir Highlanders!!

  9. What got you started writing highlanders? I know you love to make and wear historical garments.

  10. I read highland spitfire and I absolutely loved it

  11. Loved the witty banter in the excerpt. Can't wait to read!

  12. Love this excerpt! It gives us a good look at their personalities!