thistle?”
Laurel’s answer was a grin and a wink. Brodie sighed as he held Laurel tighter. Laurel claimed that he’d taken her from rags to riches by offering her his love. But Brodie was certain there was no richer person in the Highlands than he as his wife beamed up at him, love shining in her hazel eyes.
“I love you, Brodie.”
“I love you, Laurie. Now and forever.”
The couple watched as the next generation of Rosses and Campbells forged their future together.
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Celeste Barclay, a nom de plume, lives near the Southern California coast with her husband and sons. Growing up in the Midwest, Celeste enjoyed spending as much time in and on the water as she could. Now she lives near the beach. She's an avid swimmer, a hopeful future surfer, and a former rower. When she's not writing, she's being a wife and mom.
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The Highland Ladies
A Spinster at the Highland Court BOOK 1
A Spy at the Highland Court BOOK 1.5
A Companion to the Series
A Wallflower at the Highland Court BOOK 2
A Rogue at the Highland Court BOOK 3
A Rake at the Highland Court BOOK 4
An Enemy at the Highland Court BOOK 5
A Saint at the Highland Court BOOK 6
A Beauty at the Highland Court BOOK 7
A Sinner at the Highland Court BOOK 8
A Hellion at the Highland Court BOOK 9
An Angel at the Highland Court BOOK 10
(Coming February 2021)
The Clan Sinclair
His Highland Lass BOOK 1 SNEAK PEEK
She entered the great hall like a strong spring storm in the northern most Highlands. Tristan Mackay felt like he had been blown hither and yon. As the storm settled, she left him with the sweet scents of heather and lavender wafting towards him as she approached. She was not a classic beauty, tall and willowy like the women at court. Her face and form were not what legends were made of. But she held a unique appeal unlike any he had seen before. He could not take his eyes off of her long chestnut hair that had strands of fire and burnt copper running through them. Unlike the waves or curls he was used to, her hair was unusually straight and fine. It looked like a waterfall cascading down her back. While she was not tall, neither was she short. She had a figure that was meant for a man to grasp and hold onto, whether from the front or from behind. She had an aura of confidence and charm, but not arrogance or conceit like many good looking women he had met. She did not seem to know her own appeal. He could tell that she was many things, but one thing she was not was his.
His Bonnie Highland Temptation BOOK 2
His Highland Prize BOOK 3
His Highland Pledge BOOK 4
His Highland Surprise BOOK 5
Their Highland Beginning BOOK 6
Pirates of the Isles
The Blond Devil of the Sea BOOK 1 SNEAK PEEK
Caragh lifted her torch into the air as she made her way down the precarious Cornish cliffside. She made out the hulking shape of a ship, but the dead of night made it impossible to see who was there. She and the fishermen of Bedruthan Steps weren’t expecting any shipments that night. But her younger brother Eddie, who stood watch at the entrance to their hiding place, had spotted the ship and signaled up to the village watchman, who alerted Caragh.
As her boot slid along the dirt and sand, she cursed having to carry the torch and wished she could have sunlight to guide her. She knew these cliffs well, and it was for that reason it was better that she moved slowly than stop moving once and for all. Caragh feared the light from her torch would carry out to the boat. Despite her efforts to keep the flame small, the solitary light would be a beacon.
When Caragh came to the final twist in the path before the sand, she snuffed out her torch and started to run to the cave where the main source of the village’s income lay in hiding. She heard movement along the trail above her head and knew the local fishermen would soon join her on the beach. These men, both young and old, were strong from days spent pulling in the full trawling nets and hoisting the larger catches onto their boats. However, these men weren’t well-trained swordsmen, and the fear of pirate raids was ever-present. Caragh feared that was who the villagers would face that night.
The Dark Heart of the Sea BOOK 2
The Red Drifter of the Sea BOOK3
The Scarlet Blade of the Sea BOOK 4 Coming March 2021
Viking Glory
Leif BOOK 1 SNEAK PEEK
Leif looked around his chambers within his father’s longhouse and breathed a sigh of relief. He noticed the large fur rugs spread throughout the chamber. His two favorites placed strategically before the fire and the bedside he preferred. He looked at his shield that hung on the wall near the door in a symbolic position but waiting at the ready. The chests that held his clothes and some of his finer acquisitions from voyages near and far sat beside his bed and along the far wall. And in the center was his most favorite possession. His oversized bed was one of the few that could accommodate his long and broad frame. He shook his head at his longing to climb under the pile of furs and on the stuffed mattress that beckoned him. He took in the chair placed before the fire where he longed to sit now with a cup of warm mead. It had been two months since he slept in his own bed, and he looked forward to nothing more than pulling the furs over his head and sleeping until he could no longer ignore his hunger. Alas, he would not be crawling into his bed again for several more hours. A feast awaited him to celebrate his and his crew’s return from their latest expedition to explore the isle of Britannia. He bathed and wore fresh clothes, so he had no excuse for lingering other than a bone weariness that set in during the last storm at sea. He was eager to spend time at home no matter how much he loved sailing. Their last expedition had been profitable with several raids of monasteries that yielded jewels and both silver and gold, but he was ready for respite.
Leif left his chambers and knocked on the door next to his. He heard movement on the other side, but it was only moments before his sister, Freya, opened her door.
“That armband suits you well. It compliments your muscles,” Leif smirked and dodged a strike from one of those muscular arms.
“At least one of us inherited our father’s prowess. Such a shame it wasn’t you.”
Freya BOOK 2
Tyra & Bjorn BOOK 3
Strian VIKING GLORY BOOK 4
Lena & Ivar VIKING GLORY BOOK 5