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Archive for September 3rd, 2008

Coming out by Monica McCarty in back to back releases. January, February & March 2009. Don’t they look yummy? 🙂

The ruthless enforcer of Scotland’s most powerful clan, Jamie Campbell will use any means necessary to vanquish lawlessness and unrest among the feuding Highland clans. Seduction is a game as easily played as subterfuge, but when he poses as suitor to a rival clan’s daughter in order to expose treason, the line between duty and pleasure is suddenly blurred. Ebony haired, ruby lipped Caitrina Lamont defies him, denies him, and arouses him like no other woman.

Caitrina has no intention of forsaking her beloved father and doting brothers for a husband—especially a hated Campbell.  But Jamie’s raw, sensual strength and searing kiss melt her resistance. But when her idyllic world is shattered, Caitrina’s only hope to save her clan lies in the arms of Jamie Campbell, the enemy she holds accountable for its ruin. Can their tenuous truce, born in the velvet darkness of passionate nights, forge a love as strong as the sword that rules the Highlands?

Darkly handsome and dangerous, Patrick MacGregor is a wanted man, possessing the tough, tenacious spirit of his outlawed clan. He will stop at nothing to save his clan from destruction even if it means marriage to Elizabeth Campbell, the daughter of his worst enemy. Yet flaxen-haired beauty disarms him from the start. Her sweet, unspoiled softness touches the cold depths of his ravaged soul—and makes him want much more than revenge.

Inside the shy and dutiful Lizzie is a passionate woman longing to emerge; a woman ready for love. So when the piercing emerald eyes and searing kiss of a warrior stranger spark a desperate hunger, she surrenders to Patrick’s glorious seduction—unaware that his daring deception just found its one and only chance for redemption: a love more powerful than hate.

Framed for a crime he did not commit, Duncan Campbell, the illegitimate son of a chieftain, has returned to the Highlands after ten years in exile, determined to clear his name. He is drawn to the unforgettable sensual beauty of Jeannie Grant, the headstrong girl who once pledged him her love, gave her innocence, and then betrayed him. Now, in the glow of moonlight, she defiantly shows Duncan the bad end of a pistol.

Jeannie is stunned to discover the broad-chested brigand she just shot was the rogue who broke her heart years ago. No longer a starry eyed girl but a woman with dangerous secrets, Jeannie cannot forgive Duncan’s shattering mistrust of her—nor can she sign his death warrant by turning him in. Soon passion flares hotter and bolder than before, sealing a fate they can no longer deny. Caught up in a deadly game of murder and intrigue, Jeannie is willing to risk everything for a man and a love she vows never to lose again.

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Thanks so much for being with us today, Rene. We’ve heard a lot about you already from Tessa Davenant, who joined us here yesterday.

Rene: (dryly) I bet you did, oui.

Q: Why don’t you tell us a little bit about yourself, and how you found yourself in the role as the hero?

Rene: (laughs) I’ve been called a lot of things in my lifetime, chere, but I have to say that ‘hero’ isn’t high among them. That shit’s for Batman or Superman, that kind of thing. Me, I was born poor white trash and raised up a Cajun. Most folks will tell you that put me two lengths behind before I was even out the goddamn gate.

Q: But you’re helping Brandon and Tessa. You saved Brandon’s life.

Rene: Let me tell you a little secret, chere. Brandon didn’t need me to save his life. And he sure as hell doesn’t need me to protect him. He’s a good kid and he’s got more power than he realizes — at least not yet. I think that’s why his granddaddy and the other Brethren Elders really want him. He’s stronger than they are and he’s starting to figure that out for himself. And they know when he does, they’re going to be in big trouble. I think that scares the shit out of them.

Q: What about Tessa? Is she strong like that, too?

Rene: Tessa. (snorts) She’s a whole different animal, mon ami. From pretty little head to her pretty little tail.

Q: What do you mean?

Rene: I mean Tessa’s a beautiful girl, but she’s got a big goddamn mouth and an even bigger attitude. She’s like Paris Hilton or that one…what’s her name? Posh Spice. All prim and prissy in her designer clothes and her perfect hairdos. If she chips a goddamn fingernail, she’s wailing for an hour like a cat with its goddamn paw stuck in a screen door. And lucky me — I get to chauffeur her from Louisiana clear to Lake Tahoe, California.

Q: Whose idea was that?

Rene: (blinks in surpise) Whose…? Well, it…it was my idea. Look, don’t get me wrong. She’s got a mouth that could curdle milk but that’s all there is to her, chere. Just talk. Hell, she’s never even been off that pony farm her family owns in Kentucky before now. She wouldn’t know what to do with herself without me around. She’d end up dead in a ditch somewhere, I guarantee it, and there’s no telling what would happen to the bĂ©bĂ©. She’s pregnant, you know. She needs someone…someone to look out for her. Someone to look out for the baby.

Q: So why are you bringing her and Brandon to Lake Tahoe?

Rene: I have property there, a little cabin in the woods. It belonged to my father. He left it to me when he did. He left me a lot of stuff when he died.

Q: But you said you were born…

Rene: …poor white trash, Oui, I was. And worse than that — Cajun. Lived in a little shack down in Bayou Lafourche, just south of New Orleans, near a little town called Thibodeaux. I grew up not knowing what I was, a vampire, I mean. One of the Brethren. I knew I was different — there weren’t any other kids I knew of who could talk to the animals with their minds or hear what other people were thinking, much less drinking blood — but I never understood why, not until I was nearly grown and my daddy found me. Couple days later, he ate the business end of a shotgun, scattered his brains across the backside of a hotel bed and left me everything he owned. Which turned out to be controlling interest in an off-shore oil company. So you could say I went from rags to riches. (drops a wink) Lots and lots of riches, chere.

Q: Do you think you can keep Brandon and Tessa safe,in Lake Tahoe?

Rene: I told you before — Brandon, he doesn’t need anyone to keep him safe. Least of all me. He’s going to surprise himself with the things he can do, the power he’s got locked up inside of his head. I just know it. But, yeah, I’ll keep Tessa safe. No matter what it takes — her and the bĂ©bĂ©.

Q: Why? I thought you didn’t like her. She annoys you.

Rene: Quoi? I never…I didn’t mean I don’t like the girl. I just…there are things about her and I…some of them I can tolerate just fine, in fact. She smells good for one thing, some kind of nice perfume, something flowery…I don’t know. But when I’m riding in the car with her, it’s all in the air, all inside the car and it’s nice. And it’s not that she annoys me. The things she does sometimes, yeah, but not her. She tells me about her life, about how it was back in Kentucky, this grandmother she liked a lot — Eleanor, her name was. How she used to want to dance ballet, so her granddaddy made a studio for her to dance in, with mirrors on the walls and all that shit. She talks about her family, and she gets this look in her eyes, this little smile to her mouth, sort of crooked…sort of sad… I don’t know. Sometimes it’s nice. Being with her, I mean. Having her around.

Q: What do you think will happen with her baby?

Rene: Nothing is going to happen to that bĂ©bĂ©. Not as long as I’m around, not while I’ve got breath in my lungs and bullets in this Sig Sauer nine-millimeter. I keep telling her that…Tessa,  I mean, and I keep wishing like hell that she’d listen to me…believe me…trust in me, for Christ’s sake. Ten Elders, twelve Elders, a baker’s dozen, a goddamn hundred, it doesn’t matter. They have to get through me to get to her and that bĂ©bĂ© and there ain’t no way in the world — no way in hell — am I going to let that happen.

Q: I see. But you still say you’re not a hero.

Rene: I told you. You find heroes in romance books and cartoons on TV. This is real life, chere, the real world. I’m just a man. One with promises to keep. And I always keep to my word.

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