Wednesday, April 1, 2015

BOOK SPOTLIGHT: A Highlander's Passion by Vonnie Davis @VonnieWrites #Giveaway #Fantasy

A Highlander’s Passion
Highlander’s Beloved # 2
By: Vonnie Davis
Releasing April 7th, 2015


Two of the wildest hearts in Scotland fight for their destiny in this searing-hot romance, sure to be devoured by fans of Jennifer Ashley’s Shifters Unbound series and Shelly Laurenston’s Pride Stories.

As a bear-shifter in a pack roaming the Scottish countryside, Bryce Matheson embodies brute force and untamed abandon. As a widower, he’s running scared. When Bryce attempted to open his scarred heart to another, she grew tired of waiting for him to state his intentions, and the unearthly beauty spurned him for someone who wasn’t worthy. But now that fate has conspired to set Kenzie Denune free once again, Bryce vows to finally win her love.

Kenzie is a witch who summons her powers to protect those too weak to care for themselves. After surviving an abusive husband, she swears off men—even men like Bryce, whose iron muscles make her knees weak, and who’s piercing eyes fill her with longing. Her life’s purpose is to help others. However, dark forces have different plans for her gifts. To save herself, Kenzie must team up with the shifter who has always stirred her soul—and trust in a passion powerful enough to set her blood aflame.

Excerpt: Kenzie’s gaze drifted to Effie’s hair. How did it get pink? “Is yer hair color a family trait?”
Effie laughed and patted her curls. “Why, yes. Yes, it is. Miss Clairol and I are close relatives, of a sort. I buy a box every month.”
“Oh, ye mean hair dye? The product comes in colors like pinks?” Imagine the oddity of that?
“My natural hair turned pure white about eight years ago, after some health issues, which didn’t go at all with my youthful nature, so I dyed it. I used to use a warm brown tone. ‘Medium Mocha,’ I think it was. But the night before our trip here I thought I’d choose a deep red like it was when I was a young girl. I never realized white hair didn’t take the full color of brighter dye, so instead of getting ‘Ravishing Ruby,’ I got this bright pink.” She brushed a curl from her forehead. “But I love it. Pink’s always been my favorite color. Just to be sure I never run out, I order it in by the caseload.”
Purple was Kenzie’s favorite color, but there was no way she’d tell this woman that: Effie was liable to dye it while Kenzie was asleep. There were a lot of strange stories circulating around Mathe Bay about this American.
“Tell me about Bryce, Sparrow.” Effie bit into a cookie and aimed blue eyes her way.
She shrugged. “What’s to tell? He’s the youngest of the Matheson brothers, but then maybe ye ken that since yer granddaughter is married to the eldest.”
“No. Tell me about your relationship with him and how you ended up with his muddy handprints on your boobs. I’m betting that story is a barn burner.” The corners of her lips quivered as if she wanted to laugh.
Kenzie yanked on the hem of her blouse, pulling it away from her body to get a better view. Sure enough, there were huge handprints. “I will murder the feckin’ bastard. He knew I was on me way here for a job interview. How could he humiliate me like this?”
Effie snorted. “He’s a man. Who knows how they think. Or even if they think. But don’t they have their fine points?”
“Where he’s concerned, I can’t think of a one.” She sipped the chamomile, its soothing properties seeping into her system. Effie was right: She did need it strong today. “I dinna wanna talk about the man—about any man fer that matter.” There was just too much pain. Too many memories she tried so hard to suppress.
“Just as I thought.” Effie set her cup down and settled back against a pile of cushions. “You need me as much as I need you. I’m going to help you to stop blaming yourself for your husband’s death.”
“’Tis craziness. I was in the hospital when Duncan was killed. I’d just miscarried.”
“True, but his abuse toward you had caused you to miscarry and you wanted him to pay. So you recited a chant you’d heard growing up with a witch, a spell your aunt Una often used.”
Kenzie swallowed. A buzzing started in her ears and numbness tingled in her hands. “How . . . how could ye ken that?”
“What I’m about to show you involves a great deal of trust. Yet I’ve been told you possess excellent qualities.” She shook a bony finger at Kenzie. “Don’t you disappoint me.” She placed her thumb and index finger against one of her eyes and popped a contact lens onto the finger of her other hand. “Look at me, Sparrow.”
The American had one blue eye and one brown eye, just like Kenzie.
A startled gasp escaped her lips. It canna be. In an almost unconscious gesture, her left hand trembled as it extended so her fingertips touched Effie’s. In unison, they recited an ancient rhyme.
“With one blue eye to rule the sky,
An eye of brown controls the ground;
Magic swirls within our souls,
Cryptic, mystic, spiritualistic.
To protect the weak from evil’s effect,
Elements guide us, ever bind us.
A band of witches scattered wide
From Warlock Morpheus we must hide.”

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Author Info
Vonnie Davis, who studied English at Penn State, likens herself to a croissant: crusty, wrinkled, flaky—and best served with strong coffee. After a career as a technical writer, she’s spending her retirement playing fairy godmother to her characters, giving them their happily-ever-afters. Six fantastic, talented kids call her “Grandma” and brighten her world in so many ways. She lives in Southern Virginia with her husband, author Calvin Davis.

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1 comment:

Tasty Book Tours said...

Thank you for hosting A HIGHLANDERS PASSION