Congratulations to the winners of the Historical Heartbeats giveaway.
Winners of the Historical Hearbeats RRBC Blog Tour are:
$10 Amazon Gift Card: SUSAN JOYCE
An ebook copy of a “HIGHLAND PEARL”: JIM CRONIN
An ebook copy of a “HIGHLAND RUBY”: LIZZIE CHANTREE
A Highland Pearl (Book One, Highland Treasures Series)
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Andrew led her to a stone bench under a rose arbor covered with a few remaining white roses awash in the moonlight. He released her arm, but stood close as Maidie picked a blossom and smelled deeply of the fragrance. She had not smelled such roses in a long time. They reminded her of home and the garden of her father’s manor house. A wave of nostalgia passed through Maidie and she shivered. Andrew noticed the shiver.
“Are you cold? Do you wish to go inside?” he asked turning Maidie toward him and looking into her eyes.
“Nae, M’Laird, I’m only thinking of my home and the rose garden there.” A thought of her mother flashed across her memory.
“This is your home now, Madam. May I call you Maidie?” She could not see the silver of his eyes, but felt their intensity on her.
“Aye,” she whispered.
“Thank you. Please call me Andrew. Let’s dispense of the formalities, since you will be living here.” He smiled. “I hope you will come to love and cherish this home as much as the one you left.”
She turned her eyes away from his piercing ones. “That was the home of my childhood, M’Laird, I canna forget it.”
He released her arms. “Sit with me for awhile. Let’s not talk of the past but of the present and future.” He motioned toward the stone bench.
Maidie took a seat on the cold stone. He sat beside her with his large frame crowding closely. She could feel the warmth of his body, and listened to his steady breathing. His thigh rubbed against hers. In the intensity of the moment, she forgot about the home of her father, as heat and nervousness replaced the nostalgia. He sat quietly for awhile, took her hand, and once again placed her arm inside of his.
“Are you cold, Maidie? Your hand is like ice on my arm.” He covered her cold hand with his warm one. “Tell me what you think of living here among Munros. Do you hate us as your kin seem to?” He turned to search her face in the moonlight with dark veiled eyes—the strong jaw outlined with a silver thread.
A Highland Ruby (Book Two, Highland Treasures Series)
He dozed and dreamed of Flora in the emerald gown again. Now her waist-length hair matched the deep red color of the large ruby hanging from a gold chain. The ruby and gold glinted in shards of green light flashing around her and in her eyes. How lovely she appeared, with flawless white skin, ruby red hair, and eyes to match the emerald gown. Gavin’s heart near burst with her beauty. While he watched, Flora removed the ruby from her neck, dipped the stone three times in a crystal goblet of clear water. The water turned red as the ruby.
She held the goblet out to him. “Take this and drink. The ruby’s water will drive the evil away and make you weel.”
“Aye. I desire to be well.” Gavin reached for the beautiful crystal chalice now filled with red water.
Just as his hand touched the chalice, a large boot kicked his foot. Flora disappeared with the red, healing water. Gavin’s eyes popped open. He remained still, grabbing the sgian dubh from his boot with one hand and the pistol from his belt with the other.
About the Author:
Brenda B. Taylor
The desire to write historical fiction has long been a passion with Brenda B. Taylor. Since elementary school, she has written stories in her spare time. Brenda earned three degrees: a BSE from Henderson State University, Arkadelphia, Arkansas; a MEd from Sam Houston State University, Huntsville, Texas; and an EdD from Texas A&M University, College Station, Texas; then worked as a teacher and administrator in the Texas Public School system. Only after retirement could she fulfill the dream of publication.
Brenda and her husband make their home in beautiful East Texas where they enjoy spending time with family and friends, traveling, and working in Bethabara Faith Ministry, Inc. She crafts stories about the extraordinary lives of ordinary people in her favorite place overlooking bird feeders, bird houses, and a variety of blooming trees and flowers. She sincerely thanks all who purchase and read her books. Her desire is that the message in each book will touch the heart of the reader as it did hers in the writing.
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