To Weave a Highland Tapestry paranormal romance, time travel
The Wild Rose Press, Inc.
12/09/2019
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To Weave a Highland Tapestry by Mary Morgan
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Book blurb:
Patrick MacFhearguis, hardened by battles won and lost, desires what he can never have—peace within his heart and soul. Yet, the ever-meddling Fae weave a new journey for him to conquer—a task this highlander is determined to resist.
When skilled weaver, Gwen Hywel, is commissioned to create a tapestry for the MacFhearguis clan, she embraces the assignment. While seeking out ideas, she finds herself clutching the one thread that can alter the tapestry of her life and heart.
A man conflicted by past deeds. A woman with no family of her own. Is it possible for love to unravel an ancient past, in order to claim two badly scarred hearts? Or will the light of hope be doused forever?
Excerpt :
“Where is the pain?”
“It’s tolerable.” She refused to appear weak, returning the same remark he had shared with her earlier.
Patrick reached for her hand. His warmth and strength seeped through her skin. “Place both your hands against the bark with your feet some distance apart.”
“And why am I doing this?”
The beginning of a smile tipped the corners of his mouth. “Trust me, lass. Ye are in pain from riding stiffly for many hours.”
For reasons she couldn’t fathom, Gwen had faith in the man. Removing her hand from his, she did as he instructed.
His presence loomed from behind her. “If ye will permit me, I shall roll my knuckles along your back.”
Heat flared instantly up her neck, but Gwen nodded, giving him permission.
When the first contact of his fist swept across her back, Gwen let out a moan. Pain and pleasure fought for dominance. She closed her eyes against the sensation of his healing and seductive touch, allowing her body to ease from its rigid position.
“Let your limbs relax,” he urged.
“Feels so good,” she mumbled.
He splayed his fingers and massaged the knots along the column of her neck. Delicious pinpricks trickled down her back, along with the melting snow on her head. Gwen knew she presented a wretched sight, but she gave no care. His fingers caressed the top of her spine, and wove their way down to both shoulders. By the time he finished, her body was on fire with another type of ache, but her muscles had loosened up. There was no denying the man ignited a spark within her.
Gwen turned around slowly.
He placed his hand above her on the tree, trapping her against the rough bark with his body. Lowering his head near her ear, he whispered. “Better?”
The word had her breathing rapidly. Gwen did the unthinkable and pressed her cheek against him—his beard grazing her face. “Yes.”
“Good,” he breathed the word against her skin and withdrew.
He held her captive with the intensity of his gaze—compelling and magnetic. She had contained her inner woman within a cocoon for so long she yearned to be set free. If this was a distorted nightmare, she was determined to leave it on a positive experience.
When neither made a move to part, the butterfly emerged. Gwen lifted her hand and cupped his cheek. His eyes darkened as he turned his face into her palm, pressing his warm lips against her skin. A new and unexpected heat rushed inside her, and she gasped with the pleasure.
Patrick took a step back, breaking their connection. A slash of wind slapped across her face, cooling the heat of their encounter.
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I would have to go with eggnog.
Love eggnog! Yum!
I either have hot apple cider or hot chocolate. Especially if it’s the holidays and I’m curled up with a good book.
Ahh…perfect, Kelly. Thanks so much for stopping by!
Hot chocolate!
I had some wonderful Guinness Hot Chocolate yesterday, Linda. So yummy! Thanks for stopping by!
egg nog! And what an excerpt! Loved it.
Yum! Another favorite of mine, too! Thanks for stopping by, Jean!